“For you to touch me.”
“You beg like I give a fuck.”
I slapped my hand against her ass cheek, followed by the crop. Her gasp wasn’t just a sound. It was a gift. The flush in her cheeks, the way her back arched from impact, the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes… God, it made everything about this so much fucking better. I didn’t just want to hurt her.I wanted to break her open and see everything she’d been too scared to give anyone else. And then I wanted to hold all those pieces with bloodied hands and kiss them back together.
“That’s it. Take the pain, Sunshine. Make me proud.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered.
“Count to ten.”
“What?”
“Count. Each. Fucking. Hit.” I commanded.
“Yes, Master.” Her voice was a little more shaky this time, but considering I could see the faint glim of her arousal on her thighs, I knew she liked this.
“You think I’ll go easy on you because you look pretty when you cry? Don’t count on it. Iwantto see those tears.” And before she could reply, I spanked her again with my bare hand.
“One,” I heard faintly.
“Louder.”
“One.” She repeated.
“You’re such a good little toy when you suffer for me.” I walked over to the supplies and grabbed a paddle. I didn’t hit herhardper se, but enough for her to know it wasn’t my hand anymore.
“Two,” she cried out after the thwack of the paddle.
My nostril flared, my hand balling in a fist at the sight of her. I brought the paddle back up and released it.
“Three.”
“Look at you. Crying so pretty for me.”
“Keep going, Master.”
Fuck, she was already too good at this. My cock was aching already, rock fucking hard. Mya was panting, her ass a beautiful pink color. I smacked her again, and this time she screamed. I rapid-fired a couple more hits, and she counted each one.
By the time we got to the eighth one, her voice was weak. Fragile. Her knees buckled, her breath was ragged, and tears were falling freely now. But she didn’t use her safeword.
“Color?” My hand cupped her trembling jaw.
“G-green,” she gasped. “Please… Please more.”
“Then you do as you’re told. Two more, Sunshine. Beg me for the next hit. Beg like you’re the one whoneedsto hurt.” I rubbed her ass a little, dipping down and between her legs to rub her clit.
“Fuck, Nick, fuck, Ineedit. Please, don’t stop.”
“That’s what I thought.” My voice was low, almost not sounding like myself. Then I hit her pretty pink ass with the paddle for the last two, but not nearly as hard as the previous ones. When I was done, I threw the paddle to the floor.
I uncuffed her hands, rubbing her wrists a little before I left her standing there and sat down on the bench. “Crawl to me.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me, crawl to me.”
Mya got down on her hands and knees, and I’d be damned. She really fucking crawled to me. I placed my hand on her chin, my thumb rubbing her cheek as I looked into those eyes that held so much fucking trust.
