Page 35 of Charity's Redemption

Luca pulled his fingers away from me, leaving my arousal dripping down my thighs and my clit throbbing more so than before. “No,” I cried out in frustration.

The belt jingled, and I tensed as he brought it back down on my ass. I screamed, the pain now tenfold. Tears fell down my cheeks and curled under my chin, but still my clit ached for him.

“Count,amore.”

“Nine,” I said, biting my tongue. The belt hit home again, in the same spot as the others, making the area a hotbed of molten lava.

I sobbed. “Ten.”

The belt dropped to the floor with a clatter as he stood behind me, then gripped my legs and spread them apart.

I gasped as the cool breeze flowed between my legs. Without warning, his tongue warmed the damp flesh between my thighs as he slid it along my slit and up to my clit, sucking on the aching bud.

“Fuck,” I cried out, “Luca, please.” I sagged against my chains as he speared his tongue inside of me, his thumbs digging into my ass, spreading me wider.

I wanted to touch him and feel his hair bunched in my fingers while I ground against him, finding my release. But the damning chains suspended me in the air, stealing my freedom to do as I pleased. Luca slid his tongue back to my clit, swiping with the flat of his tongue, causing warmth to spill out across my belly, skyrocketing my senses to new heights.

A high-pitched moan escaped the back of my throat as he pulled me closer to that blessed paradise I sought after. He licked and swirled, bringing me closer until I nearly tipped over the edge, my legs quivering, my mouth parted and moaning when he stopped and sunk his teeth into my bruised ass cheek.

He robbed me, filled my belly with rage, and chased away my promised orgasm. I screamed and pulled on the chains, threatening to pull them from the ceiling while cursing his name.

Luca stepped around me, then gripped my hair and pulled me forward, forcing me to look at him. “You don’t think you deserve to come, do you?” He wiped his mouth with his hand as I ground my teeth and glared. “I think you’ve forgotten why we’re here.” A grin spread across his lips before he slammed his mouth onto mine, his tongue invading my mouth with abandon.

My taste mingled with his on his lips as he fucked my mouth with his tongue until I almost forgot I was mad, enraged, pissed. His other hand slapped my pussy again, making me jerk against him, his teeth biting into my lips as I groaned.

He pulled me away by my hair, the pinpricks of pain leveling me out in reality.

Luca walked behind me, the belt jingling as he picked it up from the ground.

“Count.” The belt slammed against the backs of my thighs. I shrieked as a fresh bit of pain zinged down to my toes. My breath caught in my chest as the sharp pain stole my breath.

“I… eleven,” I said, nearly forgetting the number he left me on.

The belt came down three more times as I counted, each time steeling my breath in my lungs. I sucked in shallow bursts of air until it almost felt worthless to try getting a lungful of air. On the fifteenth strike, Luca tossed the belt to the side and smoothed his hands over the back of my ass and legs. There was no comfort given from his touch, as each nerve ending felt as though the devil had scorched it himself.

Tears flowed down my cheeks. “I’m sorry.” I broke down and pleaded between short bursts of air. My tears wet my chest as they fell. I’d learned a valuable lesson through it all. Although I enjoyed the high pain caused, it didn’t mean I’d become immune to the fall.

Something fell to the floor with a muffled thud. “Your cries are like poetry to my ears.” He gripped my hips and pressed his bare erection against my ass. At some point, Luca discarded his clothes, leaving nothing between us. “I’m going to fuck you until you remember who makes the decisions around here.” He lined himself up against my core, pressed the thick tip in slightly, and then pulled away.

I groaned and rubbed against him, urging him inside me, forgetting all the physical and sexual pain he’d caused me.

“So eager for your punishment,amore.”

My clit throbbed as he pressed the button on the pulley system until I stood flat-footed on the cold cement. He kicked my legs out further, centered himself, and in one hard thrust, stretched me to the brink of more pain as he buried himself deep inside me. “God, Luca. More.” I leaned against my chains and pushed my hips against him, seeking more of him.

His hands gripped my hips, then pulled out and plunged back inside over and over until his assault had my core clenching around him, ready to fall over the threshold. Luca’s hand slid up my body as he hammered into me, then pinched my nipple before moving up and wrapping his hand around my throat.

My blood froze in my throat as he pinched off my arteries. He squeezed tighter, trapping my air along with it. I gripped the chains harder, slamming my hips against his with desperation when Luca pulled out and sprayed his release over my welted ass and thighs.

My body vibrated with ire as he gripped my shoulder while he grunted.

“No,” I screamed at him as I shook the chains hard until bits of paint sprinkled down around me. “Please, Luca. Touch me.”

He laughed as I implored. “I told you,amore. I’d have you begging by the time we were through.”

Frustration and exhaustion battled inside. I struggled to keep my knees from buckling beneath me as he rubbed his cum into my sore ass, then stepped back to admire his work.

“Whenever you feel the pain,” I sobbed as he fisted my ass cheek, sending shock waves of pain down my legs. “I want you to remember the reason why.”

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