Page 37 of Torment

I cried out as he tore my panties away and brought one hand down on my ass with a loud crack. Pleasure seared through me, making me groan and twirl where I hung, desperate for more. “Oh, yes…” I gasped. “I missed this so much.”

Excitement struck me like a whip as Mason spanked me again and again, and I could feel my desire leaking all the way down my thighs.

He grabbed my hair and pulled my head toward him, forcing my back to arch. “Show me how wet my pretty girl can get for me,” he growled, his free hand moving between my thighs, trailing along the very edges of my slick entrance.

“Please,” I begged, squirming in the restraints as I tried to make his fingers go inside me. “I need more. I love it.”

“I know.”

All of a sudden, two of Mason’s fingers thrust inside me, but not where I expected. They went deep inside my ass, making me scream as pain ricocheted through me.

“Did you think I would fuck you?” Mason growled in my ear, thrusting a third finger into my tightest hole. “Did you think I’d actually fall for you that easily?”

It was like he’d dropped me to the floor, shattering me like glass.

“Mason…” I whimpered, my mind whirling from the shock of the betrayal.

How could I be so stupid? Four days was all it took for me to fall for his game. I should have known things couldn’t change so fast. I should have known this was simply another attempt to torture and humiliate me.

Worst of all, it was working.

He laughed against my left ear. “I’ll never feel the same way about you again, and I’ll never give you what you want, you little slut,” he said. “Ever.”

Tears streamed down my face. What a dirty, lowdown trick he’d played. He made me think I was finally getting somewhere with him, only to tear the rug out from under me at the last second. “I wasn’t lying,” I gasped in a last ditch effort to change his mind, grimacing as he stretched me with his thick fingers. “When I said I still felt something for you.”

“I know,” he said, turning my face over my shoulder. “That’s exactly what I wanted you to say. Exactly what I wanted you to feel. And now that you know how I feel about you, I’m going to leave you hanging until you’re ready to tell the truth about your father.”

He meant it quite literally. After removing his fingers from my ass and delivering another slap to my cheeks, this one painful and unsatisfying, he strode out of the room and slammed the door.

I was left alone, shivering and sobbing.

Desolate, defeated, and finally ready to give up.

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