Page 83 of Deadly Wrath

I kick the door shut behind us and set her on her feet. Her hair’s starting to fall from the updo, and her cheeks look flushed. I stalk to the closet and yank it open, dragging out the bench. The legs scrape against the flooras I pull it into place. The built-in shackles dangle from each side.

Her eyes drop to it, then back to me. She licks her lips, but there’s no smirk now. Just her pulse pounding at her neck.

I close the distance between us, grab the fabric of her dress, and rip it off her, the fabric pooling at her feet. No bra, the dress cut too low for that, and her skin practically glows in the room’s low lighting.

“You didn’t have to rip it,” Liv protests.

I laugh but it’s fucking humorless. “Do you really think I give a fuck about a dress right now?”

Liv lets out an exaggerated breath, like she wants to argue but doesn’t. I fucking love how she fights me, and how she always, always gives in.

She tries to step back, but I grab her hips, pulling her flush against me. Her body shivers, but her chin lifts in defiance with fire still burning in her eyes.

I don’t give her a chance to fire back. My hand remains on her hips, steering her backward across the room. The bench doesn’t look like much at first glance. It resembles a weightlifting bench, but this is anything but just another piece of equipment. The legs move apart, and there are leather cuffs that hold her whole body in place.

It’s not designed for comfort, it’s designed to remind Liv she’s at my fucking mercy. And she’s about to remember exactly who the fuck she belongs to.

I spin her around. Her eyes drop to the shackles, then back to me. Her nipples pebble, and that mouth of hers curves into a dangerous smile.

I grab her waist and flip her forward, pressing her stomach to the cold leather. Her breath hitches, and her body jerks when her bare skin meets the surface. I want her to feel every second of this; to know she has no way out.

My hands roam down her body, savoring the goosebumps that rise over her skin. Her hips shift just enough to make that perfect ass jiggle.

I strap her wrists into the shackles, tightening the leather until she’s locked in place with no chance of escape. Her body shifts, testing the restraints, but she’s not moving much.

I head to the dresser drawer and grab a few things, including my blade, my fingers closing around the handle, the same handle that played in her pussy the night I took her. I flip it open, the metal snapping into place. Liv’s head turns toward the sound, lips parting with a breath she can’t hold back, and fuck if that doesn’t shoot straight to my cock.

I drag the knife across the bench, metal scraping against the surface, making her body stiffen. That’s exactly what I want, her on edge and not knowing what’s coming next.

I slip a red satin blindfold over her eyes, cutting off her sight. The second darkness wraps around her, she squirms. Her breath starts to quicken, and her hips press into the bench like she’s searching for something to hold on to. But there’s nothing… just me.

“Breathe,Sirena,” I rasp against her ear.

I drag the flat edge of the blade down her spine, slow enough to make her squirm. Her body reacts right away, and a soft moan slips past her lips. She’s already losing it, and I haven’t even started.

The knife catches on the waistband of her panties. I flip the blade and slice through the lace. Her breath hitches, but I don’t stop. The blade drifts lower, sliding along the inside of her thigh, just close enough to her pussy to drive her crazy. Her hips shift, but she’s not getting what she wants. Not until I say so.

Liv’s panties hang between her legs, torn and still warm from her body. I grab them, pulling slow, making sure she feels every damn second. The fabric is soaked. Fuck.I twist them in my hand, bring them to my face, and breathe her in.

“Damn,” I grunt. “You smell like heaven and sin all at once.”

Her body shivers, and I know she feels every word. My fingers brush up her pussy, “Look at this,” I say, holding my hand to her, even though she can’t see me. “You’re already dripping,Sirena.” Her breath stutters. I can’t tell if she’s embarrassed, turned on, or both. I rub my wet finger over her lips. Her lips part, her tongue licking her lips like the good fucking girl that she is.

I adjust the legs of the bench, spreading her thighs until she’s open wide for me. Letting the cold air hit her cunt that’s begging to be fucked. I step back, taking in the sight of Liv spread out and restrained, pussy on display, ready for me to do whatever the hell I want.

“Look at you,” I tell her, letting my fingers trail along the curve of her thigh, the pad of my thumb brushing up her lips. “You’ve got no idea how fucking perfect you look right now, spread out and dripping for me.”

Every shiver, every breath, every inch of her belongs to me.

“This is a punishment,” I tell her. “Got it?”

“Y-yes.” She whimpers, but there’s no mistaking the heat behind it. She wants this punishment just as bad as I want to give it to her.

The flogger cracks against her ass. Her body jerks as her wrists pull against the restraints. Her breathing quickens, chest pressing into the bench.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.” The words come out shaky, tinged with that moan she can’t hold back.

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