Page 33 of Owning Nicci

I can’t find an answer to that before he unleashes another volley of strokes over my burning skin.

It hurts. My ass feels raw, stinging, shimmering with heat. But at the same time, I feel a different heat gathering betweenmy thighs. I can feel that I’m wet, swollen, a burning ache radiating out from my core. When Savio slaps the crop against the backs of my thighs, at the very edge of the crease there just below my ass and painfully close to my cunt, I sink my teeth into my lip to stop from crying out.

Not in pain—not entirely. I don’t want to cry out because there will be pleasure in it too, and I don’t want him to hear that.

I close my eyes, turning my head so that my cheek is pillowed against the leather. Savio brings the crop down again, sharply, twice, and I groan through my clenched teeth, my thighs squeezing together before I can stop them.

I hear Savio’s dark chuckle from behind me. “Filthy littleprincipessa,” he growls, and I feel the air shift as he moves behind me. The crop drags up my inner thigh, and I feel the tip of it slip between my folds, dipping into the slick wetness there as he drags it up, all the way to the tight hole of my ass.

He snaps it down once, hard, against my asshole. I cry out, a high-pitched scream, and I hear the sound of a zipper sliding down.

“Your punishment made you wet,principessa,” Savio growls. “Wet and eager for my cock. But you haven’t been a good girl tonight. You haven’t earned the pleasure of my cock inside you.”

I feel him step forward, straddling the bench, and then the heavy press of his hand on the small of my back. I hear the slide of his hand over flesh, and a tremor runs through my body as I suddenly feel the thick, blunt head of his cock pressing between my folds.

My entire body tenses. But it’s not with fear. My back arches, my ass pressing back against him, and I feel my skin flush hot with humiliation because Iwanthim. I want that orgasm I had when he forced me to ride him, but this time with him buried inside of me. I want him to fuck me.

He’s brought me to a breaking point, and I want to kill him for it, but god help me, I also want him to make me come.

He drags the swollen head of his cock through my folds, up to my ass, pressing against the tight hole. I tense, suddenly terrified he’s going to fuck me there, like this—the only thing I’ve managed to avoid ever having to do. But instead, I hear the sound of his hand moving, a low groan slipping from his lips, and I know he’s not going to fuck me at all.

His hand slides down my back, palm pressing against the hot, sore flesh of my ass, squeezing as he strokes himself. I feel his knee plant between my legs, against the bench, and I feel myself throbbing, aching. When he drags the tip of his cock through my folds again, gathering the wetness there as he continues to stroke, I can’t help the way my hips arch, trying to get more of him inside of me.

Savio chuckles darkly, his hand coming down on my already-sore ass in a hardslap. “I told you, you haven’t earned it,principessa,” he growls, and I hear his breath stutter, his hand moving faster now. “You need to remember who you belong to. Who…fucking…owns you?—”

He groans as the last words slip out, and I feel his hand tighten on the curve of my ass, feel the sudden, hot splash of his cum over my lower back. It spurts higher, over the middle of my back, between my shoulder blades, dripping down my skin as he covers me in it, jet after jet of cum as he moans with pleasure.

I lie there, trembling, unfulfilled as he drags the tip of his cock through the trail of cum, stroking it along my back as he catches his breath. He steps back, just in my view again as he tucks himself away, and I see the satisfied expression on his face as he takes in the sight of me—still bound to the bench, dripping with his cum.

“This should remind you,” he says, his voice thick with that same satisfaction. And then, instead of undoing the cuffs, oreven saying another word to me, he turns and walks out of the room.

The panel clicks closed behind him, leaving me there in the dark, as the motion-activated lights turn off.

Leaving me bound, marked, and unable to run away.

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I’m not entirelysure how I slept at all. But I wake in the morning all the same, to the sound of the panel wall clicking open and Savio entering the room. I’m stiff all over from being trapped in this singular position, and I can feel his cum still clinging to my skin.

I see him out of the corner of my eye as he stops next to me, taking in the view. “I thought about using you again this morning,” he murmurs. “Your mouth would feel good, I think. But we have things to do. Have you learned your lesson,principessa?”

My neck is so stiff that I can’t imagine being able to take him fucking my face the way he did before. That—and my desperate desire for a shower—drive me to nod as best as I’m able and answer: “Yes, sir.”

“We’ll see.” He bends, undoing the cuffs. “I slept well. How did you sleep, pet?”

I glare at him as I sit up slowly. He knows damn well how I slept. I don’t say anything, though, rubbing my wrists as I feel the blood start to move through my body again.

“Answer me.” His voice is a whip-crack, sharp and demanding, and I can tell that he’s still angry.

“I slept fine.” I meet his eyes, daring him to call me a liar. I expect him to call me out on it, but he doesn’t, and I’m not sure why.

“Good,” he says instead. “I’m taking you back to your room. Shower, and eat. I’ll be back in an hour with clothes. We’ll go work on training.”

It’s all I can do to keep the shock off of my face, and I look down, rubbing my wrists where they’re sore from the cuffs to avoid letting him see my expression, just in case. He really thinks we’re going to work out after last night? But there’s no sign on his face that he’s joking. In fact, I’m not sure Savio knows how to joke. I’ve certainly never seen it—at least, not any amusement that hasn’t come at my expense.

I know better than to argue, though. If we’re going to train, then that means our deal isn’t off. This seems to be his way of telling me that, and I’m not going to take the chance of losing it again.

I did learn my lesson, it seems.

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