Page 34 of Charity's Redemption

My chest rose and fell with shallow, excited breaths as I gripped the metal buckle. Just the thought of seeing his thick length had my mouth watering with anticipation. I pulled his belt through the loops with a hiss from the material, then held the leather strap in my hands, waiting for his next instruction as the cement bit into my knees.

“Good girl.” He held his hand out for the belt in a silent request. I placed it in his hands and closed my eyes, waiting for the strike that would have me melting under him.

“Don’t move and keep your head down.” He shuffled away from me, my imagination running wild as I listened to his instruction and kept my head down.

Chains rattled against the table, then got louder as he approached me.

“Stand up and hold out your hands.”

I did as he asked, then watched as he snapped cold black manacles around my wrists—the same ones they used on Giovanni as they hung him from the rafters. The same ones he hung from as I tortured him while still recovering from a stab wound.

Luca grabbed the long middle chain and pulled me towards the hook in the center of the room, then pressed the button on the remote to lower it until he could attach my chain. Once he had me secured, he shoved the table out of the way, then raised the hook up to the ceiling until my toes were the only part of my body that touched the floor.

My arms stretched high above my head, my chest tightening as my ribs pressed in on me, causing short bursts of air to enter and exit my lungs. I turned my hands and took hold of the chain, using it for support. My body shuddered, causing the chains to rattle as the cold seeped into my tormented muscles.

Luca stepped behind me, his fingertips dipping into each valley along my spine until he reached my ass with gooseflesh following the path. His warm palm smoothed over my butt cheek with a gentleness I didn’t expect to find.

“Luca?” I rolled my lips to keep from saying anymore and pressed them tight together.

He slapped my ass with a full, hard swing, smarting my skin like a million angry bees stinging my flesh.

I cried out in shock, the chains rattling, my toes leaving the ground as I swung back and forth. I kicked my legs and pointed my toes as I swung back, trying to gain purchase and stop the momentum. My toes scraped along the cement, once, twice, and finally, on the third pass, my toes stopped my motion.

The stinging sensation lessened, then turned to fire, causing heat to race across my ass cheek and settle between my legs. My thighs became slick with my arousal as my clit pulsed with anticipation.

Luca ran his hand over the pained skin. “So responsive.” He lowered the hook just a tad until the balls of my feet touched, giving me more leverage to stand. The belt in Luca’s hand jingled, bringing me to a stark realization. “Count and don’t miss or we’ll have to start again.”

The belt buckle jiggled again, then bit into my ass as he slapped it across my ass cheek. I screamed, louder than I think I ever have, as I fought off the tears. The million angry bees his hand brought didn’t compare to the bite of the belt.

I twisted away from him as the belt buckle jingled once, the tell-tell sign that he was going to use it again. He reached around from behind and gripped my chin in his hand, then growled in my ear. “If you move away from me, I’ll add more. Understand?” His deep timbre tone rolled down my frame, sending shivers of delight and fear along with it.

“Yes,” I said, nodding.

Luca released me, then slid his hand over my inflamed skin, pulling a moan from me I didn’t want to give.

“Don’t forget to count.”

“One.” I bit my lip to keep the humiliation off my cheeks.

“Good girl.”

The belt jingled, and the leather bite hit the same place as before, but this time no relief came from his hand. He didn’t comfort me as he did the other. Instead, he waited for the dreaded number to leave my pinched lips.

“Two.”

The belt jingled again and again as it bit into my tortured flesh. Each time he’d pause, waiting for me to catch my breath and feed him his number. My skin stung with needles and burned like lava until soon there’d be nothing left for him to abuse.

“Eight,” I cried out. “Stop. Please.” His belt struck me again despite the pleading I swore I wouldn’t give. My legs shook with adrenaline, and the chill in the air imprinted permanent goosebumps along my skin. And even though he inflicted pain I wasn’t entirely expecting, my body betrayed me with arousal glistening on the inside of my thighs.

“Is that begging I hear?” Luca placed his hand over my ass. “I can smell you from here, beautiful.” He dipped lower until he plunged his fingers deep inside me from behind.

I lurched forward and sobbed as he stroked the intoxicating spot inside me.

“Cazzo. Come sei bagnata.”

My mind blanked out as his Italian rolled off his tongue with a seductive note.

“God, yes.” My knees buckled, only for my wrists to catch my sagging body. “Ah, fuck.” The harsh metal cut into my skin, which had me quickly pushing myself back to the standing position.

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