Mine

by Clio Evans

To anyone who got a praise kink from their religious trauma

Good girl. Everyone thought I was good. But I didn’t want to be good anymore.

I needed to be locked up. I couldn’t just go around dominating people in coffee shops on random Thursday mornings. Not only was that probably against the ethics of practicing good and safe kink, it was fucking weird.

“I should yell for someone,” she said. “Do it,” I urged. “Or you could scream out my name.”

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” she whispered. “Whatever it is, it’s wrong with me too.”

I was hungry. I was hungry for her. I was hungry for whatever just happened, whatever was happening.

“Well, look at us. Two peas in a pod already,” I said easily. “And I don’t really care if you don’t want me to, I will be walking you home.” Her pretty lips pulled into a thin line. “Fine.” “Good girl.”

“You don’t need to do this.” “I want to,” I said. “Maybe I don’t want you to see where I live.” “Maybe I want to come home with you.”

“I don’t… I don’t do that. With strangers. Especially not strangers twelve years younger than me.” “I’m hardly a stranger,” I quipped. “I’ve called you a good girl twice.”

“Stop staring,” she snapped. “Never. I think you’re beautiful.”

“Maybe I’ll change my mind. I shouldn’t do this.” “That’s fine,” I said nonchalantly, but decided to add, “I wouldn’t be mad if you did. Because I’m not going to fuck you unless you’re begging me to, Pepper.”

Dark eyes, dark hair, a face that belonged to a god, not a mortal man.

Darkness emanated from him in waves, but it was the kind of darkness I wanted to get lost in. The kind of darkness that held the same wonder of lying in a field and staring up at a starry sky. Like a pot of ink, waiting to be spun into words. It was the kind of darkness I couldn’t turn away from, because I had that darkness, too.

A depravity that yearned for something more.

Salt had the voice of the devil. And I really wanted to be a good little sinner.

I was tired of being perfect. I wanted to be ruined.

“You’re a goddamn incubus,” I growled. “Your music made me want to come in front of god and everyone. It made me want to lose everything. It was dangerous.”

“I haven’t wanted to fuck someone this badly in my entire life,” he whispered. “So you’re not doing anything wrong. I want you. I want your submission.” I frowned. “I’m not⁠—”

“I mean in the bedroom,” he corrected. “Outside the bedroom, I doubt anyone could truly tell you what to do. But behind closed doors, in my arms, vulnerable. Needy.”

I was pretty sure Salt looked exactly like the kind of man my mother imagined would cast a spell on me and whisk me off to hell.

Salt didn’t squeeze my neck, instead just letting his grip rest there, a necklace of comfort.

“I want to hurt. But I want to feel good.” “I can give you both.”

“I want it,” I whispered. “I want it so badly. I want you. I want whatever you want to do to me. I know my safe word. I know you’ll stop if I need you to.”

“I’m no mind reader, but I can feel how fucking tense you get when you’re spiraling.” “I’m just losing my mind.” Salt stepped into my bedroom and took me to my bed, tossing me down on the center of the mattress. “You and me both.”

“You’re mine,” I rasped. “Mine to fuck and mine to play with. Mine to make come over and over again until you're my perfect little mess.”

“This is just a one night stand,” I said. He laughed. “Yeah.” His hands slid down my body, cupping my ass. “We’ll see.”

“Beg,” Salt demanded. “I told you earlier I’m not fucking you until you beg for it, Pepper. Beg me for this cock. Beg me to breed your needy little cunt. Beg me to fuck you until you forget who you are.”

But begging Salt to fuck me? He heard me. He saw me. I knew he would follow through. He would hear my prayers and grant my dirty wishes. He’d give me exactly what I so desperately wanted—I was willing to do anything for a taste. A touch.

No one has ever made me feel this way.” “Feel what way?” “Desperate,” I rasped. “Needy. Please. Please, please.”

“Do you have lube?” he asked. I shook my head. “No. I haven’t needed it.” His expression flashed with surprise. “Not even for toys?” “I… I don’t have any.” “Seriously?” he grumbled. “How the fuck have you been masturbating? Just with your fingers? You need to treat this pussy better.”

It was Pepper. It was knowing that I’d fucked the CEO for hours last night and wanted more. Like some feral, unchained beast, I thirsted for her in a way that was uprooting all the little dark parts of me I worked hard to actively lock away. It wasn’t just a one night stand. It was a night I wanted to repeat over and over.

I won’t recommend a club or Dom for you. Not sorry. I won’t share you.

I needed to focus on band practice right now. The guys were over, and here I was in my kitchen thinking about fucking her. Imagining putting her in spreader bars, tying a vibrator to her pretty little cunt, and making her weep from the constant barrage of orgasms I would give her.

How about I give you an orgasm for every year between us Salt, for fuck’s sake. Your frontal lobe hasn’t fully developed. Maybe, but my cock has. Want to see it?

“Pepper, I want to see your face tonight,” I said, keeping my voice low and seductive. “I want to hear about your work day. I want you to touch yourself at my command and help relieve any stress you have from working so hard. Is that such a bad thing?”

“I don’t want just anyone. I want you.” “You’re like a puppy,” I muttered. “Mm, yes. Keep insulting me, I’ll keep it in mind tomorrow when you’re on your knees for me again.”

There were those pesky self-doubts again. “Pepper. Focus on me. On obeying me. Nothing else. Whatever little voice inside your head is telling you things, don’t listen to it. Its opinion doesn’t fucking matter, because I am here. You obey me and me alone. Understood?”

I want to own your music.” And I want to own your heart.

He was corrupting me, but I was reveling in that corruption.

His very presence felt like a brand on my soul, and I couldn’t help but feel as though he were staking his claim.

Why couldn’t I just walk away from him? I was trapped. Caged in. There was no leaving, no escaping. I want him.

“Was that good for you, baby girl? Touching yourself when you shouldn’t have? Did you come?” “Yes,” she cried. “I came so fucking hard I saw stars.” “Well, make a fucking wish, because you’re about to see them again.”

Obsession. Possession. The darkness I did my best to hide from everyone. All of it was dragged to the surface by her, salt on an open wound.

She was a crimson rose with thorns that would cut me and bleed me. But I yearned for that pain. For the type of love that would strangle me. That would set me free. She’d come back. I hoped.

I would own his music. It was the closest I’d ever get to making him mine.

A complete whirlwind. In just a couple of nights together, her essence had permeated my soul. It went beyond a simple connection or a fleeting desire.

It felt like there was a fissure in my life. Before Pepper, and after Pepper.

“You can’t let other people dictate how you live your life. You can’t let fear stop you from having what you want. Otherwise, you’re just killing yourself for them.”

“I couldn’t share you with someone else. I’m too possessive. Obsessive.” “Are you obsessed with me?” I teased. Salt nodded. “You know I am.”

Maybe I’m a little obsessed with you too. For better or worse.”