Regina could not think straight, she mumbled, "I did not like it, but I liked giving you what you need. It made me wet knowing you enjoyed it."
"You think you did not enjoy it but your body bent to the whip. Listen to what it's telling you. Let it be your master."
Vulture sucked in a breath, finger pulsing inside before withdrawing. He brought his hand to her mouth.
"You are wet. So wet. Suck my finger, Regina."
Regina opened herself, welcoming him. Her nose was stuffy from crying and she could not get enough breath, but his taste of citrus mixed with her and the pain he caused branded with lust. She rocked into his erection, silently pleading. He stepped away, leaving her hanging like the captive she was.
Vulture was wrong when he said being owned by him was not romantic or sexy or fun. She had never felt this way. This uninhibited. This free. The world went black as Vulture fixed a blindfold over her eyes, tying it securely.
