Page 48 of Sin & Sapphire

Miserable.

Absolutely fucking gorgeous.

“Is it drugged?” she asked, suspiciously.

My brow furrowed as I turned her question over, examining the contours of it, not liking the conclusions I drew about why she’d ask. “No, it’s a sandwich.”

“Great. Let me out of these chains and I’ll eat it.”

“You have to earn it first.”

Ana quieted as she contemplated the meaning behind my words, the hints I’d dropped when I told her my expectations.

“How? Blow jobs in exchange for not starving to death? You’re an asshole, Valentin. Fuck you.”

I laughed quietly. Training indeed. After setting the sandwich on the dresser, I locked the door behind me, then unbuckled the cuffs that held her ankles before turning her on her stomach.

“Hey! What the fuck?”

“You will speak respectfully, or you won’t speak at all.”

I slid my hands up her legs, noting the bruises where those fuckers had beaten her, then smiling at the bruises on her ass from her spanking in the casino.

“What are you?—”

I spanked her, hard, not bothering with a warmup. Then I did it again and again and again.

“Stop, please,” she begged.

When I finally did, I straddled her legs, the heat of her skin burning me through my pants. Gently, I ran my hands over the globes of her ass, soothing the skin I knew had to be aching. She shifted under my touch as she cried.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why are you doing this,maître,” I corrected, keeping my voice soft. We had to give her the opportunity to submit eventually, and now was as good a time as any.

When she didn’t correct herself, I spanked her bottom again, watching the glorious flesh bounce and jiggle with every stroke, imagining myself plunging between them, fucking her raw as punishment.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, soothing the ache with gentle caresses. When she unconsciously pressed her ass against my hand, my cock hardened, and regretfully, I stood and reattached her ankles to the baseboard, leaving her face down in the bed.

“Slut,” I said, “if you want something from me, you have to be respectful.”

Ana buried her face in the covers and screamed. I left the sandwich out of reach, then strolled out of the room.

An hour later, my own hunger satiated, dressed in a suit and ready to get to work, I heard a feeble voice from the bedroom. “Maître?”

A shark-like smile crept over my face before I calmed my expression to impassivity as I opened the door. She couldn’t see me, but I didn’t want her to hear the eagerness in my voice either.

“Yes, slut?”

“Could I please have the sandwich, please?” she gasped. “Maître?”

That took less time than I expected.

“I’m going to uncuff you. If you fuck with me, I’ll punish you.”

Ana’s eyes shot to mine, glinting with an emotion I didn’t understand before dulling into languid softness.

“Okay,” she agreed. I wasn’t fooled. Ana didn’t grow up in Gio Costa’s household without learning to disguise her emotions.

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