Page 116 of Cook

I flipped my hair again to glare back at him, but it tumbled forward, leaving my face hidden. “Do it,” I spat.

“Maddie,” he almost plead.

I laughed, and he raised the belt. I tensed my body for the blow, a thrill of excitement pulsating through me and pushing into my core. I shouldn’t have been hungry for the pain, but if it numbed what was in my mind, I would take it. And more. All of it.

But Cook didn’t bring the belt down on my skin, instead he placed his hand down on the small of my back. His hands were warm, his fingers uncomfortably soft. It wasn’t like when he was shoving deep inside of me, trying to get me to scream with ecstasy. He lingered his fingers on the small of my back, not close enough to my ass to be indecent when I was already waiting for him.

“You need to relax, Maddie,” said Cook, running his fingers across my rib cage and then hip bone. “It’ll hurt more if you’re stiff.”

“Good,” I mumbled.

“What?”

“Hit me,” I said.

“Maddie.” That stupid fucking tone with his warning voice, but he didn’t do anything about me talking back to him.

“Punish me,” I yelled, glaring at him through my hair.

He tightened his grip on the belt but didn’t move. Not even with how I pushed my ass in the air, shaking it. His eyes narrowed on it, and the bulge in his tight jeans swelled. I knew what he wanted if he would just fucking take it.

“Punish me,” I repeated, wriggling my ass, and his eyes seared the skin there.

But it wasn’t good enough. I wanted the belt. And then I wanted something else burrowing inside me. I wanted him so deep it would tear me apart, but he wouldn’t do that now. We couldn’t. But I gave him my body, and I wanted to give him my pain.

“Hit me. Spank me,” I sang, then growled, “Punish me!”

Shaking his head, Cook stepped back. Why did he fight this so hard?

“DO IT!” Gathering up a deep breath, I screamed at the top of my lungs. I writhed on the bed, shoving my knees and elbows down into the mattress. My teeth grabbed his old blanket and, holding down one side with my elbow, I twisted my head to the other side, ripping it to shreds. I bit down again, pulling the material taut, which was when I felt the bang below my ass.

I fell back to the bed as hot pain seared across my thighs, so close to my pussy. Slamming my teeth shut, I screamed, but it came out strangled and muffled.

Pain clawed up my back and then down my thighs. My hips buzzed with the sensation. One hard smack from Cook and his belt had me burning and tilting forward, arching my back. My rock-hard nipples scraped against his blanket, and I dug my chin down into his pillow. But I was still up on my knees, my ass begging for another slash.

The pain dissipated, even as heat remained in my cheeks. Unlocking my jaw, I took a deep breath. It came out more of a wheeze than I would’ve liked. The breath brushed the back of my throat.

“Maddie, are you okay?” asked Cook, tone sad.

Almost... until he spoke and woke the vicious monster. It had only been half sedated. Now it had its eyes locked on him. It licked my lips, hoping to taste blood. It wanted Tommy G. and Signora and every other shithead who hurt me. But it would take Cook.

“Again,” I ordered.

“Maddie,” he said. His voice had returned to stone. It ground against my back.

Flipping my head around, I bared my teeth at him. “Please,” I begged, my voice my own again and needing Daddy’s strong hand.

Cook brought the belt down on me again, and a scream escaped my parted lips. The pain was dull this time, like either he didn’t wish to hurt me or maybe I had grown a coat of armor. The vibrations ran up my bones, but I didn’t tremble. The same heat breathed across my skin.

The monster smiled at him. “Did you not like that, Cook?”

“This isn’t you, Maddie.”

“It’s who you rescued from Signora. The thing you took from the doctors. It IS me!”

He grimaced but raised his belt. His hand shook ever-so-slightly.

I laughed. “Do it.”

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