Page 12 of Devilish Prince

"What?" he says. "I didn't hear you."

I cry out again as the cane hits me in the same spot, but it was a more playful swat. "Fuck," I yelp, my ass stinging from the blows. He hits me again and again, all over my thighs, ass, and back, but it isn't as bad as it could be. I am so turned on, so wet and aching. I can't believe how low I'd stoop to feel safe, or maybe to feel sexually pleased.

"Fuck you," I manage to say, but the anger in my tone is directed at myself.

He stops for a moment, and my body sighs in relief. I don't know why. Something about the pain feels good. I never thought I'd enjoy it, but it makes me feel alive. He runs his hand gently over my skin, between my legs, over my pussy lips. He flicks my clit with his finger and I cry out a little.

"Such a good girl," he says, and his words send a shiver through me. I'm his, at least for today. I might hate myself tomorrow, but my pussy is screaming for the sweet release of orgasm and if fighting him is what he wants, that's what I'll give him.

"You fucking piece of trash," I whimper.

"Ah, now you've got it," he grunts and I feel his body splay along the length of mine. My shoulders ache, hands starting to go numb, and his dick slides between my ass cheeks and thighs as he grips my pussy from the front side. "Tell me what you really think."

What sort of a sick fuck gets off on a woman verbally abusing him? I can't even take a breath before his dick is in me, thrusting upward. He smacks my clit hard too, and I wince. "Say it!" he growls, and I whine.

"You're a fucking piece of trash," I say, writhign against the restraint. The glass is cold against my tits making my nipples so hard they could cut it, and I shudder as he smacks my pussy again.

"Say it like you mean it!" he says, and his hand goes back to my clit, this time rubbing it.

"I do mean it!" I say, and he laughs.

"You hate me," he says, and he thrusts into me again, harder.

I don't, though. I don't hate him. I hate the fact that I'm tied up in his living room and that he's fucking me like I'm his property. I hate the way his body feels against mine. I hate that I'm enjoying every fucking second of it, my pussy clenching around his cock and milking him. And I hate that I'd stooop to this level for a basic human right—to feel safe.

"I hate you," I say, and he laughs. "I hate you so much, Lorenzo." But my tone betrays me. I'm so close to the edge if he touches one more spot on my body I'm done.

"Liar," he says, and his lips are on my earlobe, licking it. He bites down and I arch my back as a shudder goes through me. I'm so close to coming I'm almost in tears.

"I hate you," I say again, and he grips my hair tightly, pushing his cock in so deep it hurts. I gasp. "I hate you," I say again, and he comes, roaring like an animal. His hot seed floods me, pushingme over the edge. I convulse and spasms, dangling from the damn pantyhose as if they were a life line on the edge of a cliff.

I feel his lips against my neck, his breath on my skin, and then he unties me and holds me up. I'm shaking from the experience, and my knees are weak. He remains there until I"m steady on my feet and then backs away and tucks his wet cock back into his slacks.

"Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?"

I glare at him, unsure how to answer. I’m learning as much about him as he is about me, and now I know he wants me to fight him at least. I feel shame wash over me as I rub my wrists and the feeling slowly starts to come back to my hands. I’m not as ashamed of being naked in front of him now, but I do want my clothes. He stands between me and what I wore in here, and I eye it.

“Can I get dressed?” I ask, avoiding eye contact.

“Hmm…. Just thinking about our next date.” He smirks as he tightens his belt and takes a step backward, letting me pass. I scurry over to my clothing, now not entirely there. I’m sure the panty hose are ruined now. So I dress without them as he continues talking. “I learned there is a fancy fundraiser for some new foundation. I’m assuming since you’re chair, you’ll be there. And since this entire arrangement is about building my reputation as an upstanding member of this community, I plan to attend, and donate generously. You’ll be my date.”

I freeze, staring down at my blouse as my fingers work the last button. He can’t mean the foundation I started with Jen and Mike to raise funds for research into paralysis. I can’t take himthere. I can’t be seen in public with this man, not at my own workplace.

“Uh… that’s not a good idea.” I finish the last button and slide my feet into my heels, then pick up my purse. My legs are still shaking, but I can’t sit down. I’m not staying here.

“Oh, yes you can stop pretending to fight me now, Sofia. You don’t get a choice in this matter. I’m telling you only as a matter of courtesy. I’ll be at your apartment at four p.m. sharp for the night. I assume you’ll have nothing to wear, so I’ll send a dress over. Don’t worry, I’m fairly certain my hands have measured your curves well enough to know your size.”

I turn and glare at him. “You’re welcome,” he says, winking.

“May I leave now?” I regret ever coming here. I should have known better than this.

“You may…” He walks nonchalantly to the coffee table and picks up his glass, then heads for the liquor cabinet. “Oh, and Sofia?” he says just as I get to the door. I turn and look over my shoulder at him. “Don’t wear panties.”

Seething, I stomp out and the giant of a man Lorenzo calls Norm is there with my coat. I glare at him as I take it and storm out of the house. Fuck’s sake I have horrible decision making skills.

8

LORENZO

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