CHAPTER 25

MIA POV.
My eyes are frozen in shock at what I saw in front of me as a chill ran down my spine when my eyes landed on something else, or should I say, someone else. My eyes widen as Dominic walked into my line of sight and came to stand behind the women. My mind struggles to process what I was seeing in front of me. He's wearing a shirt, but his lower half was only dressed in a thin pair of underpants, exposing his legs. That was a strange but fascinating site to see and made me draw in a shocked breath. But that wasn’t really the part that shocked me, it was the whip he was holding.
The leather straps coiled menacingly in his hand. I watched, wide eyed as he caressed the one woman’s skin with the cold leather before he swiftly brought it up a little and strikes her on the ass. The sound of the leather hitting warm flesh had me flinching. I had expected the woman to cry out in pain or beg for mercy or at least to thrash in pain, but it was the complete opposite. She emitted muffled sounds of pleasure, mewling and moaning in satisfaction at the stinging pain that was given onto her. The same went for the other woman too.
My stomach twisted in an unfamiliar way as I watched the scene in front of me. The women's bodies jerk and tremble with each strike, their faces contorted in the slightest hint of pain before it morphed into pleasure. I watched, transfixed, as they whimpered for more. The feeling from before intensified. My body begins to respond, my heart racing and my breathing quickening with this surge of physical sensation. I feel a flush rise to my cheeks, my skin tingling with a mixture of fear and... excitement. It felt wrong and I tried to shake off the feeling, horrified that I could be reacting this way to such a twisted and disturbing scene. But my body seems to be betraying me, responding to the raw intensity of the moment.
A particularly hard strike had the one woman cry out loudly. It was a strange sound. It was a cry of pain and pleasure. Her body jerked as she moaned sensually as she reached her peak and my lips parted when I saw her cum, falling over her edge just by the means of a whip. The flutter in my stomach sent a thrill of excitement between my legs. This feeling called to me, and I didn’t want to suppress it, no matter how shameful it felt. The second woman cried out her own release and whimpered in the aftermath of her pleasure. I was breathing heavily as I saw their liquid essence dripping down between their legs, their skin glistening from the wetness, and I had to bite my inner cheek to keep myself from moaning out loud.
Suddenly, my breath hitched when I realized Dominic's eyes were on me. I saw a flicker of something there, a spark of recognition, but I got such a fright that I swiftly shut the window, hoping that the people would stay inside. Without giving it a second thought, I fled.
I sprint down the hall, my feet pounding the floor in my frantic escape. I take the stairs two at a time, my hands grasping the railing to propel myself upward and out of the forbidden basement. My heart raced with each step I took, trying to put distance between me and that room as my mind replayed the images of Dominic's sadistic behavior.
How could he gain pleasure from inflicting such pain onto others? I wondered. What kind of person enjoys such control and dominance over others? The more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that Dominic was a psychopath. This made me feel conflicted in a way that I couldn’t explain.
As I came closer and closer to my room, I couldn’t stop feeling like I was being watched. Even the pictures creeped me out as I ran past them because it looked like their eyes were following me. I knew that wasn’t possible, so I just dismissed it for fear and nerves playing tricks on my mind.
I turned the corner, and my heart leaped in relief as I saw the safety of the door to my room, but it was rudely snatched away as a big arm suddenly grabbed me from behind, snaking around my waist in a tight grip before I was slammed backwards against a very hard and very hot chest.
A shocked cry escaped my throat before I immediately tried to pull away, pulling at his arm that was around my waist and for a moment I thought I could have gotten out of his hold, but he reaffirmed his grip and pulled me back into his chest, his body heat penetrating my skin. His hand splayed across my stomach, his fingers digging into my skin through my shirt, making me feel like a trapped animal and in reality, I was trapped, and he knew I was at his mercy. Renewed fear creeped through my mind as my thoughts raced of what he was going to do to me. “Let me go!” I demanded, but it came out weakly, giving it another try to wriggle out of his hold, but I cried out in pain as Dominic grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced my head back, my neck straining to accommodate the sudden movement. My teary eyes looked up to meet his and I was faced with a gaze that was both icy and blazing with anger. "I told you to leave, Amelia!” He chastised in a dark tone of voice. “Why did you disobey me?" Dominic's voice is low and menacing, his words dripping with malice, and it only made my heart race with fear. My mind tried to think of an excuse, but I couldn’t. The combination of pain and fear rendered me speechless, but it also stirred something deep within me again.