Page 25 of The Devil's Spawn

“We’re not done yet.”

But I didn’t care. He could stick his thumb up my ass all night long if he wanted, because that was a hundred times better than getting spanked, lashed with a belt, beat with a paddle, struck with a cane, and tormented with a bullwhip. I was in no hurry to examine my backside in a mirror.

Gage opened a drawer and pulled out a rod-like toy of some sort, and that’s when it hit me that he wasn’t planning to use his thumb. The instrument was long and fat, bigger than his cock, and one end had a rounded head designed for penetration.

Begging for mercy was on the tip of my tongue, so I bit it instead.

“I want anal sex to be amazing for you. To achieve that goal it’s going to take time and patience, and harsh anal punishments to remind you of how pleasurable my cock can be in comparison. You’re going to learn the differences between anal penetration for pleasure and punishment.”

“It’s too big, Master.”

He pressed a finger to my lips. “I allowed you to cry and insult me during the first portion of your discipline. But now you will remain quiet and reflect on the behavior that got you here. Don’t make me start over, Kayla.”

I clenched my teeth, knowing that I’d summon the strength to get through this. I was stronger than he realized…or maybe he did realize the extent of my resilience. Maybe that’s why he pushed so hard—because he knew I could bounce back from his shit. Maybe I was the one woman capable of surviving Gage Channing’s all-consuming sadism.

But as he inched that steel shaft up my ass, using a minimal amount of lube, I wondered if maybe they should just toss me in a loony bin and throw away the key.

12. After Care

Warm water sluiced over my head, spraying from the multiple shower heads, and dripped off my nose, running over my breasts before sliding down my spread legs. Facing the shower wall, thighs open to my husband’s questing hands, and arms over my head with my palms flat against the tile, I bit my lip as he washed me…and coaxed me to arousal.

But my mind replayed his vile use of that anal rod. He’d punished my ass slowly, first inching the thing in, allowing my anus to stretch and burn around the intrusion for a few minutes before he removed it.

Then he’d insert it again.

He must have penetrated me with that rod a dozen times—as many times as it took to lose a whole hour or more to his sick punishment of my hole.

“I’m proud of you,” he said, his fingers moving between my thighs.

“I’m pissed at you,” I bit back. Even as I sassed him, uncaring of the consequences at this point, my legs betrayed me and opened wider to accommodate his touch. I didn’t know whether to lash out in anger, sob from the despair fisting my heart, or come all over his teasing fingers. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I pushed my ass toward him, an invitation to touch me deeper.

“How do you do this to me?”

“Do what, baby?”

“Make me want to come after everything you just did.”

“It’s a talent of mine,” he said, finally slipping his fingers inside me.

“I’m still pissed at you, Master.”

“That’s okay. You’re entitled to your emotions, Kayla. I put your ass through the ringer.”

“I’m scared to look at it.”

In response, he brushed his fingers over my stinging backside. “Your ass is gorgeous. I was careful not to draw too much blood, but you really won’t be able to sit for a couple of days. I wasn’t kidding about that.”

“Can I speak freely, Master?” The last thing I wanted was to push too hard and earn an additional punishment.

“You may.”

His gentle manner was my undoing. I plummeted in a brutal mood swing more powerful than his strikes, and a sob wrenched from my soul. “How can you love me and hurt me like this? How? I don’t understand.”

“I told you a long time ago that I’m a bastard. But I’m your bastard, Kayla. And I do love you. I love you more fiercely than the burn in your ass right now, with so much loyalty that I’d gladly kill anyone who hurt you.”

“Butyouhurt me.”

“And I’m the only one who ever will.” He thrust his fingers in a steady rhythm, propelling me to that glorious edge I craved. Oh, how I needed to jump off right now.

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