Page 41 of Merciless Sinner

Theman.

I’d barely straightened to a solid standing position when he grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back, clicking metal fasteners of the cuffs decisively together.

“On your knees, kitten.”

I loved the nickname he had given me the night we met. It was the kind of name that made me feel soft and pliable. Not to mention cared for. I knew it was meant as one more cog in his wheel of control, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t like it.

I had no idea what to expect when he pushed me forward, but I didn’t have to wait long. Moments later I was bent at the waist with my torso pressed into my knees, my forehead touching the thick carpeting.

“Spread your knees a little.” He nudged my legs apart with his foot.

I heard rustling beside me and recognized the sounds of him opening the box and pulling the tissue paper from around the crop.

“You’ve been a handful these last few days…” I flinched at the touch of the leather rose on my ass.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” I whispered around the lump forming in my throat. Already the flesh between my thighs grew wet. Although considering how things had ended up I didn’t exactly regret my behavior. I smiled unseen. In fact, so far they’d far exceeded expectations.

“Uh huh. Why do I think you don’t feel an ounce of remorse over your actions?” He sighed and flicked the rose back and forth across my backside. “You had no problem denying me of your attention, not returning my phone calls or second guessing pretty much everything I’ve said since we met.”

“I was scared,” I exclaimed.

“Not to mention the mouth on you. There’s only one thing left to do.”

A stab of fear sliced through me before quickly dissipating. There I went making assumptions again when the answer lie in the very position I found myself in. “I should be punished, Sir.” The idea did not make me cringe. Maybe it was the implied orgasms that I knew would come after. Either way, I wanted this.”

“Yes, you should.” He whapped the flogger across my ass, sending fire sizzling across my flesh. I moaned, unable to hold it in. The anticipation of our future broke quickly through the pain giving me more pleasure than ever before.

“You love this, don’t you, girl?”

“Yes,” I moaned, just in time for the next strike across my warming skin.

“Although it will be a hell of a lot better when you’re screaming.” That was the only hint I got at the force he used when he brought down the leather on my rear again.

My surprised screech echoed in the space of his apartment.

“You won’t get away with hiding from me ever again,” he growled as a series of blows covered every inch of my flaming ass and lower back. “You’ll look at these marks in the mirror in the morning and thank me all over again.”

I believed him too. My pussy dripped with the proof of how turned on I’d become and the pressure building in my core threatened to override all common sense. More streaking pain washed over me as he continued a steady stream of alternating touches. Some sweetly soft and some fucking hard.

“Yes, Sir,” I agreed. My legs and arms trembled from the force of need running through me. I desperately wanted to wait for his instruction but much more of this and I’d lose all control. My clit throbbed for attention. Pleasure buzzed through me.

Time stopped and my brain went fuzzy as Alex continued to use the innocent looking leather rose to inflict my punishment far beyond anything I’d experienced before. Tears formed in my eyes when his hand replaced the crop and instead of striking me he soothed my sore bottom with gentle rubs. That subtle sign of his reverence tore at the last of my heart’s defenses.

There would be no way to keep him out.

It was too late.

“The worst part of the last few days was not seeing you, Harper. I won’t let you deny me like that again. It bears repeating over and over until you truly understand.”

“Why me?” I managed through a barrage of tears and sniffles.

“If I only knew. But it doesn’t matter. Call it lust, call it chemistry, whatever. I crave you, baby.”

I floated on the river of his incredible words. My ass burned. It hurt but the underlying pleasure far outweighed any discomfort. I literally had no words to describe the extreme arousal holding me in a near death like grip.

Alex unclipped the latches holding my wrist cuffs together and eased my arms to my side, taking care to rub the sore muscles before I used them. I relished every delicious ache he touched, especially the one between my legs. But I needed him to do something about it.

“Turn and kneel facing me,” he commanded.

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