Page 28 of Becoming His Pet

His hand crashed down on her ass over and over again, spreading heat like a forest fire across her entire ass. When he covered every inch, he started another round, harder and faster this time.

It wasn’t long before she started to wiggle her hips, trying to evade him. She bit into the ball, keeping back any cries for mercy. She could still handle this. She’d make it through.

“Okay, then.” He gave her one last hard slap to her right cheek.

She let out another breath. Good. That wasn’t so bad.

“Now for the fifteen.”

Her eyes flew open in panic. No!

The first line of fire crossed her ass at the up-curved cheeks. She screamed by the third, and by the sixth she was jerking in her restraints. Tears built and fell from her eyes, dropping to the floor by the tenth.

“Only five more, then you have a chance to answer my questions.”

She heard him. The words all made sense when put in line, but she couldn’t focus on much else than the blazing inferno that he’d turned her ass into. She shook her head, trying to clear it, trying to find a way to tune out the raw pain.

“Well, we’ll see if you change your mind.” He patted her back.

She heard the cane whistle through the air, but only the intense sharp pain registered in her mind. Her throat, raw from screaming, burned anew with her cry.

“Four more.” He tapped the cane against her ass.

Sobs tore through her. But he didn’t care, he just kept going.

Another stroke of the cane and another scream for a mercy that wouldn’t come. Her legs buckled, no longer wanting to keep her ass in the air. Easily rectified. He hoisted her back up, so her ass was presenting high for him.

“Three more,” he announced, again tapping the cane against her ass, which had to be a complete mess by now.

She shook her head, mumbling that she’d tell him. She’d tell him exactly who she was, and why she’d been at the flower shop. She’d tell him anything if he wouldn’t deliver the last three.

Except it was all garbled between her sobbing and the fucking ball gag. She’d missed her chance, and all she could do now was wait for the next one to come.

Another scream, more tears, and another stroke. Her body tensed, waiting for the next, and he took some pity on her. He didn’t make her wait, delivering the next quickly.

“One more. Think you will answer my questions now?” he asked, pressing the cane into her sore ass.

She nodded and babbled that she would. Of course she would!

“No more lying about being a journalist.” It wasn’t a question. He knew. He already knew the answers.

Her head dropped, but she managed a nod. All of this had been pointless. She wasn’t keeping anything from him, because he already knew. All she’d done was cause herself to be caned. To be spanked, and hurt, and... she didn’t want to think about the warm, tingling feeling between her legs. Whatever that was, it sure as hell wasn’t arousal.

The last stroke came harder than the rest, but she only grunted. Her energy was fading.

“Okay.” He appeared in front of her again, squatting down and unbuckling the gag. When it pulled free from her teeth, she ignored all the spit pouring down her chin and onto the floor. She hadn’t noticed the mess during the caning, and she was too tired, in too much pain to care about it now.

He wiped the drool from her chin, then cupped it, bringing her gaze to meet his again. Concern laced through the steel in his stare.

“You’re going to be okay, Nora, but you have to tell me the truth. Why were you working at the flower shop?”

She sniffled. The tears continued to fall, her chest constricted. Telling him would give him too much power.

“How do I know you don’t work for them?” she whispered.

“Because if I was working for a crime family like the Santinellis, do you think I would have wasted time with a spanking?” His smile came softly, lopsided. It wasn’t fair to put such a sexy smile on such an evil man.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. She didn’t have as much knowledge as she wished she did about the inner workings of the family she vowed to hurt. Her father never talked openly around her, and what little she overheard from her snooping didn’t give her much to go on either.

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