Page 73 of Vicious

May lets out a bitter little laugh. “You think I didn’t hear you? Or that I wouldn’t understand? Wo ai ni.” She lets out another hysterical sound, still struggling against her bonds. “Fuck off with your love. You’re not even fucking capable of it.”

My face heats in humiliation. No. I hadn’t meant to say it. I’d been caught up in the moment, high off the endorphins of whipping her and the way she’d reacted to my touch.

I’ve never felt about anyone the way I do about May. I’ve never been so consumed by thoughts of one person.

And she’s throwing it all back in my face.

I turn away from her to hide my reaction. “Like you know anything about it either. You would have died a virgin, focusing on taking care of your Baba instead.” I stalk over to where I keep the paddles and select a wooden one with holes in it.

Let her hurt as much as I’m hurting now.

“So what?” May demands. “That’s what you do when you care about someone! You’re willing to do anything for them!”

“You don’t fucking drive yourself to an early grave for them!” I shout back. “And if your Baba cared half as much about you as you do him, he would have fucking stopped! He wouldn’t have kept you tied to him!” I grip the paddle harder and walk back to her.

She’s still wearing the cute little trousers she’d made for herself, and that makes me angry too. I grip the hem and pull them down as far as they’ll go.

She’d made herself knickers too, and something about her still being covered makes me even angrier. I grab the panties and push them down, until her ass is finally exposed to me.

May is like a wildcat, fighting and snarling, but she can’t do anything with how tightly I have her tied to the bench. “Stop it!” she yells, and this time, there’s fear in her voice.

I stare down at her with my fingers flexing around the paddle’s handle, and it’s like I can’t even see her anymore.

“I think you’re asking for it,” I say, my voice unsteady. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it, Ah-May? You want me to hurt you.”

“No!” she cries out, shaking her head furiously. “Chase, pl?—”

I swing the paddle and bring it down hard on her pale ass cheeks. The sound of the impact seems to echo in this room, followed by her loud cry of pain.

My cock throbs. I should have been doing this more. I shouldn’t have thought I could play nice with her.

I hit her ass with it again in the same spot, and her wail of pain is even more pronounced.

My heart pounds in my ears, and I only start to calm down when I paddle her for the fifth time.

By the eighth, she’s screaming and sobbing. I dimly recognize the words I’m sorry, but they only enrage me even more.

I swing the paddle again, a little lower this time, so that it hits her thighs. She cries out and struggles against her bindings, and the way she moves draws my attention to her cunt.

She’s wet, I realize.

I pause, breathing heavily, and reach out to stroke her folds.

I wasn’t hallucinating. My fingers come back sticky, and I stare at the fluid with almost disbelief.

“You’re getting off on this,” I say with awe.

“N-no,” May hiccups around her sobs, shaking her head furiously. “No, no, no, I’m not… I’m not! Please, please, Chase, I’m so… I’m so sorry.”

I reach down to pull my cock out and wrap the same hand around my cock, already desperately hard. I give myself a few strokes, but I’m not done with her yet. I need to see more.

I step back and bring the paddle down on her ass again, and she wails loudly. Her sobs get even louder, more desperate.

“Admit it,” I say roughly. “Admit that you enjoy it.”

“Not… Not like this!” May’s body tells the truth, though, and her lie enrages me even more.

I swing the paddle again, higher this time, over an area already completely red. May cries out once more, and the sound makes my cock throb and leak.

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