Celine's POV
Cassian, a man whose reaction I couldn't tell.
He was a monster and an angel at the same time.
But this afternoon, as I stripped in front of him, I felt open and vulnerable once again.
He was the devil, watching me calculatively.
And when his belt lashes landed across my back, I was numb.
I've endured much worse degrading and humiliating treatment from Mr Klein. I wasn't taken by surprise; I was just numb.
I let my thoughts drift to ten years ago, before my parents died.
But it wasn't helping; the belt still landed on my back, reopening old wounds. As if that were not enough, he pulled my hair to make sure I felt the pain from his belt.
I let the tears fall freely, not out of physical pain, but because I knew this might never end.
He finally stopped landing the belt on my back. I felt his fingers trace the marks he must have made on my back.
When he drew closer, I felt his length stiffen, pushing against the crack of my behind.
