“No, what?” he demanded.
“No, I… I’m not worried. I know you’ll keep me safe. You always give me what I need,” I murmured. He stopped somewhere to my right, slightly behind me.
“Do you know that?” he whispered and sounded slightly less upset.
“Yes.”
His warm hand caressed over my ass, and I raised it higher into the air and sucked in a breath. “Good boy,” he said quietly. “Don’t move. Keep it there. Darcy, then why did you overstay your shift twice this week?”
Groaning, I dropped my head between my arms and stared at what I could see of my hands. They were shadows. I was getting used to moving around Brooks’ house in the dark, and it didn’t truly unsettle me the way it might have only a short time ago. I wanted the light, but I was beginning to think of it as more of a crutch than anything.
“I can’t stand seeing things done poorly at the hotel,” I mumbled. “It’s hellish.”
“Then train your people better.” He lightly tapped my ass, and it didn’t hurt, just the opposite. The jostling made my balls sway, and my cock firmed up more.
“You make it sound so fucking—” I sucked in a sharp breath as pain caught me by surprise. A sharp line of agony blazed to life across my ass—both cheeks—and my knees shook. I dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes while a strange need danced on my cockhead and had me thrusting my hips.
“Get up,” Brooks said as I stayed there panting and stunned. “That was only one.”
“Was that your cane?” I squawked. “What the fuck?”
“It wasn’t a feather. Up.”
I stood again, but now my muscles were tense because I knew what was coming. I braced myself.
“You need to relax or it’ll hurt more,” Brooks said with a pleased chuckle.
“You have no idea what I’m doing,” I snapped, but my cheeks flushed, and I tried to will my muscles to soften. The whistle of the cane swinging through the air had me sucking in a deep breath, but he only laughed, and I wanted to scream. He didn’t connect with my ass.
“Do it or don’t,” I growled out.
The next two hits were fast and both on the same spot. Tears welled in my eyes and streamed down my face as the pain blazed a trail through me. My cock throbbed, and I wanted to rub myself more than anything, even as the stinging settled in and I realized this pain wasn’t going anywhere for a while.
“Drop your pants.”
I moaned and shook my head. “Please, no. I’ll remember. I promise.”
“Hmmm… and yet this is the second time this week.”
My breath hitched as he moved up behind me and ground his groin against my ass. The pain almost broke me. More tears slid from my eyes. I bit the tip of my tongue to stay quiet. His cock was hard, and I wanted it, but my asscheeks were on fire. He thrust hard, and my cock throbbed like he’d stroked it. I moaned and tried to scrabble away from him, but he slid his hand up to the back of my neck and held me still.
“Pants, Darcy.”
I shook my head, and he tightened his fingers on my neck muscles until it hurt.
“Do it now or your six starts over again.”
Gasping, I nodded and unbuckled my belt while he kneaded the back of my neck with his fingers. My pants hit the floor. He let out a growl and ran his hand along my spine and then down to cup my aching right asscheek. I held in a whine as he moved his hand under the waistband of my briefs and slid his middle finger along my crack. He tapped at my hole, pressed until he’d barely entered the ring of muscle, and then moved on to palm my left asscheek.
“Hurts,” I mumbled, but my dick was straining and leaking, my stomach trembling with need.
“Oh, and it’s going to hurt a lot more soon,” he said. “Sweet prince, who do you belong to?”
“You,” I whispered. I knew the answer to this one already. “I’m yours, Brooks.”
“Exactly. You work at the hotel, you don’t belong to it. You’remine.” He moved behind me and shoved down my underwear until the cloth tangled up with my pants on the floor. He moved back into position slightly behind me, and I couldn’t hold still. My elbows trembled. My balls swayed free, and I was terrified he might somehow slip and hit them. I bit my lip until it ached. He reached out and caressed my asscheeks lightly.
“Who do you belong to, Darcy?” he whispered into the darkness, and then the pain stole all my thoughts. The slim cane landed hard on my bare ass, and I closed my eyes, moaning. Need stabbed through my belly and my cockhead felt like lightning struck it. He brought the cane down again, and I went to the floor, trembling as I huddled against the couch. I wanted to jerk off to make the pain better, do anything to stop it.
