Free Betrayed by Love by Lila Dubois Page A

pinched her left nipple. Her skin crawled at his touch. Savannah thrashed in her chains, panting and crying as she tried to get away from him. She was powerless to protect herself.
    Wilcox twisted her nipple, laughing as she struggled.
    Savannah fell back, her face wet with tears, her breathing ragged.
    “Please, I don’t want this. Let me go.”
    “You think you don’t want this, but you do.” He released her left nipple, flicked her right with his index finger and then pinched it. Savannah shuddered in disgust.
    This couldn’t be happening. Roman wouldn’t have done this, wouldn’t have turned her over to him. He loved her.
    “Better,” Wilcox said, releasing her nipple. His fingers settled possessively on her belly, then slid toward her sex.
    Savannah’s skin crawled and she couldn’t hide her disgust or her fear anymore.
    “Roman! Roman! Help me. Please, someone, help!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, begging for salvation.
    Wilcox let her scream. Leisurely he went to a tall wardrobe against the far wall and opened it. When she saw what was inside, Savannah screamed louder. Wilcox selected a long, thin piece of wood. It dangled from a hook by a leather strap attached to the handle.
    “Roman, Roman!” she screamed. Save me, save me. I love you, you love me, save me.
    Part of Savannah couldn’t believe this was happening. The part of her that lived in a world where rules and custom protect a person from unwanted contact and deemed an uninvited touch not only taboo but illegal couldn’t believe what was happening.
    But a different part of her knew that she was powerless. She was in a position of weakness and vulnerability.
    He could, and would, do whatever he wanted with her.
    Wilcox carefully shut the wardrobe doors and turned. He swished the cane through the air.
    “Please, don’t,” she whispered.
    He slashed the cane down on her thighs. It wasn’t a light blow meant to pinken the skin or raise welts. It cut her, leaving a bloody stripe.
    She came up against the bonds. “Fuck you! You’re a degenerate asshole. This is sick and wrong. You’re pathetic, a pervert who gets off on hurting women who are better than you. You’re a small-dicked asshole, and no women in her right mind would ever willingly give herself to you. Fuck you. Let me go, you pathetic son of a bitch!”
    Another blow cut across her thighs.
    She squeezed her eyes closed and tears rolled along her temples into her hair.
    “Why are you crying?” he asked gently, petting her hair.
    “Why? Why would he do this to me? He loves me,” she choked out. The pain from the cane was unending, still radiating along her skin.
    “Loves you? Maybe.” With the same calm deliberation he’d shown taking it out, Wilcox put the cane away. “He did this because you may be a pretty woman, but you will be an exquisite slave.”
    Savannah’s breath caught on a sob. “No,” she stuttered out, “no. This is just a game. All this was just a game, good sex. It’s not real, not serious.”
    “If that’s true, why are you here?”
    She sobbed in response. She turned her head, trying to hide her face against her shoulder, but he caught her chin. When she jerked her face away he grabbed her with both hands, squeezing her head.
    He brought his face to within an inch or hers, spit flying from his lips as he spoke. “You listen to me. You will be a slave—a beautiful, obedient slave. You think this is about you and your wants. The only thing you should want is for your Master to be pleased. And for now, I am that Master.”
    He shoved her face to the side and stood. Savannah took a few shuddering breaths.
    “That was the cane. You saw it used last night for play punishment. The stripes you just received were real punishment. Fair as you are it will probably scar. Let it be a reminder to you to behave. If you pay attention to your training and obey, I won’t have to do that again.”
    He undid the top two buttons of his shirt and Savannah