Page 43 of Violent Hearts

Chapter 20

Ann

I knew that would do it. I knew he needed to hear me say something like that, so I could finally get my wish. What we've been doing so far was fun. Strange, new, and somewhat humiliating, but incredibly exciting nonetheless.

But I want more. I want something else.

I want him to finally fuck me.

That wish only intensified when I saw him undressed in front of me for the first time. His chiseled physique was too much. He looks like a fucking god, with his hard muscles and strong stance, flexing with every move he takes. He's slightly tanned, but not overly so, matching his brown hair and his dark brown eyes, and his chest is almost completely void of hair, with nothing hiding the hard outlines of his sculpted muscles underneath.

He's perfection. And - to be quite frank - so is his cock.

The way my heart jumped when I tried to close my fingers around his girth was another new sensation for me. I've never been this excited about a man's member. The way he groaned when I sucked him in filled me with pride and satisfaction, but it's nothing compared to the flicker in his eyes when I tell him those words.

"I can't wait to have you inside me, Sir."

He needed that last word for it to work, but the effect is undeniable. Lust flickers in his eyes, revealing a shared desire.

But his words speak a different language.

"Have you ever been spanked before, Button?"

I don't know what to tell him. Have I ever been spanked before? Indeed, I have. But probably not in the way he's asking about right now.

I shake my head. "I don't think so, Sir."

He huffs. "You don't think so?"

"No. I haven't."

"Well, today you've earned your first," he announces.

He leaves me no time to react to his words, but forces me to follow him by pulling on the belt. The more I fight it, the tighter the leather closes in around my neck, almost choking me. I have no time to get back on my feet, but apparently, that's not expected of me anyway. He drags me behind him, pulling at the belt and using it as a leash to force me to follow him on all fours, as if I was his pet.

I want to protest, but am too busy trying to keep my balance and make sure I don't move too slowly, so the belt doesn't choke me too much. He leads me toward the stairs and tells me to get up on my feet as we reach them. I obey, just to be dragged up the staircase with similar harshness as I was dragged along the floor before.

To my surprise, he doesn't lead me to my bedroom, but approaches one of the doors that are always locked. I never knew which one was his office and which one was the bedroom, but as it turns out, his office is at the far end of the hallway. He's leading me through the other one, on the right side and diagonally opposite my bedroom.

There's no conventional lock on the door, but a little display where one has to enter a code of numbers to enter the room. He places himself in front of me so I can't see him typing it in, before I hear the lock clicking and then he opens the door.

"Back down on your knees," he says, before letting me inside. "You'll always be on your knees in this room. Understood?"

I nod as I obey his order and get down on my knees at the doorstep. A strong yank on the belt reminds me to speak.

"Yes, Sir. Understood!"

"I don't like that tone."

I know he doesn't, but it couldn't be helped with the way he was choking me by tightening that damn belt around my throat.

He leads me inside, not pulling this time, and letting me move at my own speed. I'm down on all fours, curiously lifting my eyes as we enter the room I've been so curious about since moving in. It looks very different from the room he prepared for me. While my bedroom is painted light colors, exhibiting tones of pastel white and lavender with matching furniture and fluffy pillows, this room is a stark contrast with its gray walls, the black bed frame, and the steel-colored furniture.

The room is also a lot bigger than mine and features more than just a bed and a dresser. There's a glass cabinet to my right that catches my attention right away. It's filled with whips, leather strings, gag balls, and other utensils that are clearly sex toys.

"Look at me."

His voice is harsh and unyielding, causing me to flinch before I comply and turn my attention back to him. He's towering before me, still sporting an impressive erection and looking down at me with a serious expression that allows no further transgressions.

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