Page 134 of Loving the Liar

He's going to tie me to this, and he’s going to fuck me in front of these people. And I will take the punishment because I’ve been left with no choice.

The idea freezes my skin and yet makes my lower belly tighten with need. He said I wasn’t allowed to come, and I wanted to throw back in his face that he couldn’t make me if he tried his hardest. As he cuffs my other wrist to the crate, I don’t know how I feel anymore.

He repeats the same process with my thighs. Leather wrapped around them, he spreads my legs to the edge of the metal and locks them there. I’m now bent over, spread open, and locked to the cage. And behind me is an audience who has a perfect view of my ass and pussy on display.

There’s no caressing my lower back this time. No reassurance. No care, and I wonder if it’s because he doesn’t want to get caught doing it. He only brings his mouth to my ear and whispers, “I will never let you service another Shadow at the temple, just like I would never have let another man punish you today. No one hurts you but me, Sweets. I’m just sorry it has to be in front of others. Remember the real reason you’re being punished is because you still need to learn that you’re mine and mine entirely. Let this be a lesson.”

I’m almost suffocating when he steps away. I hear the swish of the cane through the air, and the next second, a searing band of pain explodes at the backs of my thighs. I cry out, my legs attempting to close and my wrists pulling aimlessly on my restraints. Barely giving me any time to catch my breath, he repeats the process, landing the cane in a line slightly below the previous one. I don’t have the strength to hold a scream back. And on the third one, I’m wailing from the unbearable pain.

How can you do this to me? my rational brain screams. This man claims he loves me.

Another hit, and the backs of my thighs burn and throb in agony, but the rest of my body isn’t trembling anymore.

This is pure torture, fire spreading beneath my skin and pleasure starting to tickle my lower belly. I can’t do this. If I don’t die from the pain, I’ll die from humiliation.

He stops after the fourth one, and it’s when his warm hand traces the welts that I feel myself fall apart. His hand disappears, and the next thing I feel is a tap on my pussy. It’s light, but he repeats it again. And again…and again. An incessant rhythm of light pressure on sensitive skin, but with enough heaviness that it resonates to my clit.

A heavy breath leaves me, and I feel myself trying to shift, my hips going back and forth, and before I know it, I’m pushing my ass out, attempting to meet the taps. I need more strength, more precision. I need him to touch my clit, or I might melt from need.

He doesn’t. The aim isn’t my pleasure, it’s to torture me. And when I whimper, ready to beg for more, he stops.

The pain comes back. He hits my ass this time. Once, twice. I push so hard against the crate to escape that I’m worried I’ll have the permanent mark on my skin. The only reason it doesn’t move is because it’s bolted to the floor. When my screams become desperate, he stops again. I’m sweating, shaking from the pain, but it’s not over. He’s back on my pussy, tapping, brutalizing me with softness.

I’m so close I can almost taste it, that ecstasy that will bring me over the edge. I just need him to touch me in the exact spot?—

I cry out when he stops this time, the sudden need to let tears fall so strong, I have to bite my lip to hold back. I expect the pain to come back, but it all stops. His hand lands on the back of my neck, putting pressure there before dragging it along my spine, all the way to my lower back, caressing my cheeks, and settling between my legs, three flat fingers tapping against my soaking entrance.

My erratic breathing should worry me, but I’m too focused on the visceral desire emanating from my core.

“What is it you so desperately want, Aphrodite?” he says behind me. His low, hypnotic voice turns me into a mess of emotions.

I whimper, squirming when I hear the zipper of his pants. His fingers caress my entrance again, and I push against them, desperate to feel him inside me.

“What is the only thing you should be begging a Shadow for?”

Don’t say it. Don’t…

His taps my clit, and my thoughts are pulverized.

“To be fucked,” I moan. “Please…I need you inside me.”

“I’m glad you know your place in this temple.”

Bending over me, he’s only speaking to me when he adds, “I’m glad you know who you belong to.”

He presses against my entrance, and the second his tip breaches inside me, a sob bursts past my mouth as my breath freezes.

He feels so good I could come instantly. The pressure of him pushing inside me, of feeling myself stretch around his girth, is like nothing else. I’m so eager to have him fuck me, I push back. He straightens up and holds my hips, stopping me from getting what I need. I nearly cry.

Then he starts thrusting slowly inside me once more, giving me a moment of relief, and the second he feels me getting close, he’s pulling back.

“No coming,” he reminds me. “Or the cane will feel like I was playing nice.” The words bring real tears to my eyes.

He waits a few seconds before pushing back in, slowly, intently.

“Oh God,” I cry out. “Please.”

He fucks me with one purpose: driving me insane. And every time I get too close to coming, he pulls out or sits still inside me, forcing me to squeeze around him.

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