Page 72 of Make You Beg

I do as I’m told. Despite being bigger than him and probably being able to take him on a fight, I don’t.

I’ve considered it. I really have. How sweet it’d be to give him what he deserves.

But I can’t do that. Not now. Not yet.

If I punch him, he’ll find a way to turn this against me, get me locked up somewhere, or even worse—send me away. I’ll never see Madelyn or the light of day again. And of course, I can forget about money. Reputation. A decent life. He’ll make sure to fuck me up. That’s how much power my father has.

“Now, take off your shirt and turn back around.”

The first hit is always the hardest.

I wince and clench my teeth, transport myself to a different reality, one where my mother is alive, and she doesn’t let my father lay a finger on me.

Where she doesn’t just take me and comfort me after he beats us both, like she used to.

I imagine another world where my father doesn’t exist at all as I take beating after beating. One where my brother isn’t watching and doing fucking nothing but thanking God every day he wasn’t the disobedient one in my father’s eyes, living his life to the fullest. Trying to take what’s mine and getting away with it. I may have played a part on him being gone—not saving him from that fire—but I can’t say not having him here hurts.

My back arches with each whack.

I turn my thoughts back to Madelyn, to delighting myself in her sweet pussy. To our places being switched, her on her knees, and me against the top of my car, taking out my cock and forcing her to suck me off.

The pain gets lost in the moment as I distract my mind from what’s going on.

Except thinking of Madelyn makes me angrier. Angry that despite her being so freaking annoying, I still want her. I seek her attention, too. This is all her fault. I shouldn’t let myself get distracted this way. Getting overprotective over her.

My father tosses the belt on the floor, my back sore and no doubt red from all the whipping.

“This is the last time, Kayden,” he says. “I’m really done with you. You don’t want to trigger me again.”

He cracks his knuckles and walks out of the library, leaving the door half-open.

It takes me a few moments to buckle the belt and put my shirt back on, despite the excruciating pain.

My whole body’s on fire.

Footsteps near as I’m buttoning up my shirt, and I try my best to hold back a whimper as I hurry.

I cannot let Maddy see me like this. Not her.

The footsteps stop, and a shadow of a silhouette appears on the floor.

The hand on my back startles me, and I yelp.

The fucking pain.

“Shit.”

Turning around, Miranda stares at me with wide eyes.

“Are you okay?” There’s a tone of concern I really don’t like in her voice.

“I’m fine.”

I push past her. Every step is like walking into the gates of hell. It burns. I’m being marked with fire, and it’s never-ending.

Maddy’s mom rushes to me, forcing me to stop and look at her over my shoulder.

“You’re bleeding through your shirt, Kayden. W-what happened?”