His hand connected with her bottom. She jerked her hips forward, but the restraints held her firmly in place.
“You will answer my questions, or I’ll add additional swats to this session.” Another stinging slap accompanied the warning.
“Yes,” she snapped. “I was part of the Griffin Project. So were hundreds of other people. Why focus all your animosity on me?”
His hand smacked her several more times before he bothered to respond. “You talked to me.”Smack. “Smiled at me.” The next swat was the hardest yet. “You made me think you gave a damn.” He delivered a flurry of spanks before adding, “And then you did nothing to prevent my abuse.”
Heather clenched her fists and closed her eyes. Shame and regret burned hotter than her bottom cheeks. “I was wrong,” she whispered. “Is that what you want to hear? I was selfish, and wrong. I could have done more, should have done so much more.”
“The problem is you don’t believe a word of what you just said.”
She heard the clinking of his belt buckle and then the subtle rasp as he freed the long strip of synth-leather from his pants. Her bottom already felt warm and tense from his hand. How much worse was this going to hurt? “I’m sorry,” she blurted. “I would have responded differently if I could.”
“Did you know they were harming us?”
Another wave of shame washed over Heather’s body. “I was afraid,” she admitted with a sob. “Anyone who spoke up or questioned the experiments disappeared.” He swung the belt, catching both of Heather’s cheeks with one well-placed swat. Searing pain shot across her bottom, dragging a harsh cry from her throat. “Goddamn it, that hurts!”
“Punishments usually do.” He swung again, then paused to stroke her burning cheeks. “Your skin has turned such a pretty shade of red. Perhaps we’ll start each day like this.”
Each day for the next two years? She sobbed even harder as anger and fear threatened her composure. She focused on the anger. No one defied Nuevo Biotech. No one dared. They were ruthless and powerful. They were amoral monsters who had no problem experimenting on unwilling prisoners. It was unfair of Patrick to expect her to take on an entity like that.
He swung the belt and she twisted sharply, taking the strike on her hip. The pain cut deeply, momentarily driving the breath from her lungs.
“Stand still,” Patrick ordered. “These lashes are meant for your ass.”
Her hip throbbed more intensely than her bottom, so she reluctantly rotated her hips to their original position. The next swat landed squarely across both cheeks, but the pain was stillbiting. “Please,” she begged. “What will make you stop? What do you want me to do?”
He swung the belt three more times before he answered her question. “Offer your pussy to Gabriel. He will not fuck you unless you’re willing and I want to watch him enjoy my slave.”
She shook her head, unable to accept the alternative. Pain was better than degradation. The belt landed across existing welts, making her doubt her conclusion. Two fast, hard swats changed her mind. Fire streaked across her bottom and she screamed helplessly.
“Stop!” They were going to fuck her regardless, so Heather chose to end her suffering. “I’ll do it, I promise. Just stop.”
The next swat never came, but Patrick rubbed, then squeezed her ass cheeks. The sting flared brighter and heat sank through her body. Her core rippled and the strangest ache erupted inside her. She’d been shocked when her first spanking turned her on, but this had been so much worse. How could her body respond sexually to something so painful?
Patrick moved closer and inhaled. “Are you as wet as you smell?” His hand slipped between her thighs. He parted her folds and pushed two of his fingers into her pussy. “So wet.” He pulled nearly out then thrust in even deeper than before. “Do you like being disciplined?”
“No,” she insisted, shaking her head.
He fucked into her several times before mocking, “Then why is your cunt so wet?”
“I can’t control that sort of reaction. I hate this. I hate you.”
“Deny it all you like, but your body is ready for fucking.” He withdrew his fingers and gave her pussy a couple of slaps.
The throbbing in her bottom was so intrusive that her mind barely registered the new discomfort.
“You promised Gabriel a willing pussy,” Patrick reminded coldly. “If you break your promise, you will spend the rest of the night in a cage. Do you understand me?”
“I understand.”
“I understand, Master,” he prompted. “You will address me as Master, and Gabriel as Sir. Do you understand my expectations?”
She drew in a shaky breath and struggled to accept what was about to happen. For the moment, Patrick was in control and there was nothing she could do to change the dynamic. “Yes, M-master.” She forced the title past her trembling lips.
Patrick nodded toward Gabriel and Gabriel returned to the control panel, deactivating the locks securing her hands and feet. The wrist cuffs sprang open first and her arms fell heavily to her sides. She swayed forward and Patrick grabbed her around the waist. The ankle cuffs disengaged a moment later and he swept her up in his arms.
“How do you want her?” Patrick asked as he carried her across the room.
