Page 18 of The Beast of London & His Pet

My eyes stayed on the whip, but it didn't look as bad as some of the other instruments on the wall. It did explain the marks on the poor girl’s backside when she crawled away. She had darker skin than mine, which meant her whipping must have been caused by one of the canes.

Alessio trailed the tassels down my back until he reached my ass. He had my attention, and I thought on his words.

“I have questions on my choices,” I said, only to gasp when he struck my ass.

The tassels did more damage than I expected as the sting spread over the entire area of where he struck me. I took a deep breath before I decided to rile the Beast a little more.

“It depends on how small your dick is and if you take Viagra. I would like to make an informed decision,” I said and smiled when I heard him chuckle.

“You sat on my dick on the ride here, so you know I don't have a small dick. I have never taken Viagra in my life,” he said before he struck me again, but this time, it was on the back of my thighs. “Choose.”

I felt my arousal spike recalling the feel of his cock and the burn of pain on my flesh.

“I need to see the specimen to make sure,” I said with false bravado.

“Ti rivolgi a me come Signore solo quando sei il mio gattino,” he said in a deep, husky voice belying his calm tone.He said you only address me as Sir when you are my kitten, but it sounded so much sexier in Italian.

“Sí Signore,” I said because my compliance was the key to another beastly orgasm.

“Mi darai il tuo buco del culo o la tua bocca, Gattino?” he asked before he struck me four times in quick succession.Will you give me your asshole or your mouth, kitten?

I whimpered with need against the bench as my pussy clenched and a shiver ran down my body.

“La tua figa gocciola, Gattino. Posso sentirne l'odore. Ragazza sporca,” he said in a slow drawl, and my cheeks burned furiously at his filthy words. They sounded so much worse in Italian.Your pussy is dripping, kitten. I can smell it. Dirty girl.

“I wonder how wet you can make my whip,” he mused.

My eyes widened at his words before I felt the rigid bumpy feel of the whip moving between my legs.

“Oddio,” I gasped out incoherently.Oh, God.

“I don't aimthathigh, Kitten, Sir, will do,” he said with delighted amusement tinging his voice.

He moved the whip higher until he rubbed the tip over my asshole.

“No! Use my mouth, Sir. Not there,” I cried out in a blind panic.

“Good girl,” he said before he rubbed the sting away on my ass and thighs. “I’m going to make it easier for you.”

I tensed at his words because I didn't trust him. His footsteps moved away from me, but I didn't look behind me to see whathe was up to. I was too busy trying to focus on calming my pounding heart.

“Open wide, Kitten,” he said as he walked back and stopped in front of me.

The bench I knelt on was high enough for my face to be level to his dick and the tented material didn't make my heart rate reduce. I opened my mouth, and he placed something inside before he pulled my mouth open wider and slipped the rest inside until it bit into the side of my mouth. I couldn't close my mouth. While I tried to adjust to the thing in my mouth, he fastened it into place behind my back.

“In my world, if you don't obey orders, people die, Kitten. If I am to keep my oath to your Nonno, you need to learn to obey my every command, even if it seems unfair at the time. I may be a Beast, but everything I do has justification,” he said harshly as he stood up. “Neverchallenge me in public again.”

My heart sank at his reprimand, and I sagged against the bench, feeling oddly overwhelmed with emotions too complex to delve into.

“All will be forgiven when we leave this room,amore mio,” he said, his tone softening and he caressed my cheek.My love.

I raised my eyes to see his usual hard expression was softer with his hazel eyes shining brightly. My mind rebelled at his endearment of love. He didn't know me. This was the Beast of London for fuck’s sake. He chopped people up, tortured them personally when he could have his men do it. Body parts had been found in the River Thames. Well, allegedly, those were the rumours about him. He headed the notorious Mafia family in this city.

His lips curled on one side, and his hand fell away from my cheek to his black trousers.

“I can see you need some convincing, Kitten,” he murmured as the sound of him unzipping his trousers made my stomach lurch.

He unfastened his belt and the button on his waistband before he pushed his underwear down. My eyes nearly popped out when he pulled his cock out and tucked his white boxers beneath his hairy balls. He ran his hand up his pink and purple swollen cock and my eyes followed the movement until my neck hurt.

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