Page 41 of Enemy of the Heart

She should know better than to defy my orders.

As I’m tucking myself away once more, she whines my name, understanding that I’m not going to allow her to come. Right now, I’m sure she’d tell me that this was the most sadistic thing I could do to her today. She’d be wrong.

The tightness in my chest that I’ve been living with for almost a week is loosening more with every passing second.

Hoisting up her bloody, sweaty form, I flip her over like a ragdoll.

“Bend over. Grip the sides of the table.”

She does as she’s asked. I find it both surprising and encouraging that I haven’t gone too far. She’s intimately acquainted with the beast that lives within me. I’m about to test the only limit she’s ever indicated that she might have.

With the side of my boot, I kick her legs out even wider than before, and a long, high-pitched moan snakes its way up her throat and out of her mouth. I press her left cheek to the tabletop and admire the crimson pools that have formed around her torso.

Her grasp on the table tightens as I pick up the snake whip, trailing the flimsy end of the whip—the popper—over her right arm so she’s sure to see it. Knees locking up, her body goes rigid, her shoulders rolling back as she takes a defensive position.

“Breathe for me,” I order. I wait until she’s taken three steadying breaths before continuing to drag the popper up, winding its way over her shoulder and down her spine. The slight tremble of her hand against the table tells me that I’m wading into treacherous waters. When Lou slackens against the table marginally, I go on, sliding the leather down over the globe of her ass. While this experience is unchaining us both from our invisible shackles, I’m sure to cautiously survey her body language.

Pulling the whip back, I finally swat her with it, the fall and the popper coming down to land harshly against her backside. “You pushed me to get here. Is this what you wanted? For me to beat your ass purple?”

She whimpers as I nudge her legs closer together with my booted foot, and I pull the whip back, assaulting the backs of her thighs this time. As she cries out, I survey her face. Tears leak from her eyes, but her breathing is steady, for the most part.

I swear my cock has never been harder in my goddamn life as my veins burn with a form of adrenaline that I haven’t felt in weeks. I may have just emptied myself in her, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to take her again, as the pain I’m inflicting feeds my starving beast.

When I drag the popper over the scar on her side that a duplicate whip left behind, she sucks in a sharp breath.

“You’re taking this so fucking well, baby.” I’m proud of her for enduring this agony. She’s fighting this battle for herself and for me.

A soft moan leaves her plump lips, swollen from her cries. When I pull the whip back and let it crack over her ass even harder, I feel a visceral release taking place within me.

Wails stream from Louhi as the whip strikes her skin repeatedly. She shrieks as I land my hardest blow yet, bursting a blood vessel beneath her skin’s surface.

She’s sobbing when I scoop her into my arms—ignoring the way my shoulder shouts in pain—and set her on the table, laying her on her back. I’m sure her backside is rioting, but there’s no pleasure here without pain. The whip is still in my hand, and as I run it through the tacky blood that coats her skin, she makes a sound somewhere between a moan and a grunt. I roll her clit between my fingers before stepping back slightly and tapping the popper against her pussy, making her mewl. Yanking the whip back, I let it fly against her overly sensitive pussy once, then twice.

Her body quakes against the table, and her head rolls from side to side, her fingers clawing at the smooth metal. Is she going to come like this?

I bring the whip down against her swollen, throbbing cunt one more time, this time harder than any of the previous blows. Her back arches, bowing off the table as she screams my name shrilly.

“That’s right, baby. Remind this house who you belong to.” She mewls as my fingers find her pulsing clit. I stroke it as I thrust inside her, hitting that sweet spot that makes her eyes roll toward the back of her skull. “Fall apart for me, Lou.”

She explodes around my cock, squeezing me tighter than ever before as she comes long and hard. I fuck her through it, coaxing another detonation from her, and she shatters, her cries and nonsensical phrases bouncing off the concrete walls around us. She chants my name like a whispered prayer as she comes down, and that’s all it takes to have me fulminate for the second time.

After what feels like an eternity, I reluctantly pull out, reaching up to stroke her stunning face. Lou took a risk by bringing me here and forcing me to face my demons, but that shit paid off in spades.

I feel like I just fought a fucking battle and came out victorious.

Louhi

He broke me, but it was on my terms.

I pressed him to fight for himself today, and he pushed me right back. Tit for tat.

The argument could be made that cutting into my flesh was taking things too far, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. I practically begged for it. It was the whip that teetered on the edge of too much, but his gamble paid off. He healed a wound within me that I didn’t realize needed tending to.

My body trembles against the table like leaves on a tree whipped by a gale. A chill sets in and goosebumps break out over my skin, making me shiver even harder. I attempt to curl in on myself as a pained whimper reverberates through the room and vague comprehension tells me that the sound likely came from me.

“Shh, Lou. Let me kiss it better, okay?”

His soothing words have me melting in his arms as he pulls me from the table and hauls me into his bare chest. He carries me to one corner of the room, sinking to the floor with me latched onto him like a marsupial, nuzzling into him harder as my body continues to quake. I’m obscurely aware that I’m pressed to his chest, but he doesn’t seem to mind or notice.