Page 76 of Savage Revenge

“You don’t run from Daddy.” He pats his belt on my ass, making me jump. But before I right myself, he pulls back and strikes over the fleshy sit spots where my thighs meet my ass.

“Ouch! Fuck! Cash!”

I twist my neck as far as I can. Eyebrows pinched, his jaw tight, and his shoulders tensed. He’s upset. I’m just not so sure whether he’s upset about me running or something else.

“Daddy. My name is Daddy,” he scolds, bringing his belt down again. “Let’s get one thing straight, kitten. You’re mine until I let you go. You’re mine to discipline, mine to take care of, mine to fuck. Mine. You shouldn’t have run, baby.”

He brings his belt down harder this time. I cry out, wiggling my hips and kicking my feet as the white-hot pain sears me. My thin cotton shorts do nothing to protect my skin.

Squeezing my eyes together, I whimper with each lick of the leather, but no matter how hard I fight against his hold, I’m stuck. Unable to get away from his punishment once again. Unable to keep denying my feelings for him. Even if he does some fucked-up stuff.

When his hand slides into the back of my shorts and lace panties, my eyes fly open. He yanks the material over my wide hips, leaving me bare from the waist down with my big ass naked. In the broad daylight coming through the windows.

My insecurities quickly disappear when he doesn’t waste any time getting back to spanking me. The sting radiates through me, spreading through every nerve, tingling with a mix of pain and need.

He pauses for a second, and I whimper with relief, letting out a long exhale.

“You knew I was twisted when you fucked me, kitten. You have known since day one that I’m a monster. Putting cameras in your bathroom should come as no surprise to you.” He taps his belt on my burning ass again. “But tell me… Knowing that I watched you in the shower, sliding your fingers between your legs, touching and fucking your pussy while I stroked my cock… Does it make your pussy ache?”

I automatically shake my head. There’s no way I’m admitting anything to him.

Smack!

The sound echoes through the room. Gripping the fluffy comforter with my free hand, I shriek and kick a foot up, trying to soothe the sharp stinging.

“Not going to answer me, baby? That’s fine. I’ll check for myself.”

What does he mean by that?

He drops the belt on my lower back. A second later, his fingers dip between my thighs and I mewl as soon as he flicks myclit, my body automatically arching for him. Oh, God. How does that feel so good?

“My bratty little kitten is so sensitive.”

Heat spreads through me, and I turn my face so he can’t see me as he circles my clit faster. I cry out, moaning like a cat in heat and push my ass back searching for more friction.

As soon as I do, he pulls his hand away and grabs the belt. I’m not fast enough before he brings the leather down with a hard thwack against my ass and pussy at the same time.

A scream pulls from me, and I lurch onto the bed, panting and whimpering as pain morphs into a pleasure I didn’t know existed.

The next one hits lower, and I scream again, tears fill my eyes. Over and over, he spanks me, eventually tossing his belt to the floor and switching to his hand, which I think hurts even worse.

“I’m sorry!” I finally sob into the bed. “I shouldn’t have run. You shouldn’t have videotaped me, though!”

He peppers my ass, hard and fast then stops. “You might think that, kitten. But I’m not sorry because every second I got to see your perfect fucking face has been the highlight of my life this past week.”

My heart squeezes in my chest, and I cry harder, his words seeping into the broken edges of my soul. How can he turn something so fucked up into something so beautiful?

“Get on your knees, kitten. And if you try to run, I’ll chain you to the bed. Don’t test me.”

As soon as he lets me go, I slide onto my knees, the plush carpeting providing plenty of padding. My ass meets my heels, and I wince, but Cash is already in front of me, his huge cock springing free from his slacks.

I reach for it, needing to feel it, touch him, be close to him. Anything.

“No,” he snaps, pushing my hand away. “This is a punishment, baby. Daddy’s going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to be a good girl and take it. Say, yes, Daddy, if you understand.”

Sniffling, a tear runs down my face as I tilt my head back to look up at him. He’s so big and broad, towering over me like the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Meanwhile, I’m a crying mess on my knees before him, yet he’s staring down at me likeI’mthe most beautiful creaturehe’sever seen.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.

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