Page 58 of Bared Betrayal
I step closer to her, whispering in her ear, “Do you want to stop?”
She looks at me to the side, and her eyes are the brightest I’ve ever seen them be. It’s like she’s alive for the first fucking time. “No, sir.”
I slide my hand between her legs again, and her thighs are drenched, her pussy soaked. A low growl vibrates from my throat, and as much as I’m enjoying this, my cock is ready to be inside her.
“I can give you my cock right now. Or do you need more?”
“More,” she murmurs.
I must admit I’m slightly disappointed because I’m ready to fuck her hard, but this isn’t about me. It’s about her, and what she wants, what she needs. I rub a small circle over her clit before stepping back and working her body over with the whip, this time landing five strikes on her body. Her back is a beautiful map of red lines over milky curves. It may be the most stunning thing I have ever seen.
“You should see our audience. Every single one of them is turned the fuck on by you.” My hand slides in between her parted thighs. Her cunt is dripping now. It’s going to be so hot and tight and soaking wet when I finally take her. “The women are out there wishing they were as strong and beautiful as you, and the men hate me for being the one to own this perfect little pet. Men of power, wealth, gods in their respective industries, and they all wish you belong to them.” I rub her clit as I speak, working her up.
Needing to taste her, I pull her head back again and devour her lips before dragging my tongue over her cheeks, drinking her pain, getting high on it. I tear my lips from hers, grab the cross she’s tied to, and move it so she can finally see the crowd.
“Do you see how much these women wish they were you?” I growl in her ear.
“Yes, sir.”
I take the smooth handle of the whip and run it over her pussy lips, getting it nice and wet.
“Do you see how badly those men want to fuck you right now?” I bite into her shoulder, and she cries out in agony and ecstasy all rolled into one perfect fucking moan.
“Will they ever get to fuck you?” I rub the metal handle over her sensitive clit.
“No, sir.”
“Do you know why?” I nudge with the handle at her entrance. “Because in this club, you’re mine.” I push the metal deep inside her tight little channel, and it earns me the most exquisite moan dripping from her lips. Harder, deeper, I continue to fuck her with the handle and she screams in ecstasy. I’m ruthless, not letting up as she cries out. She says no, I push harder. She says stop, I go faster. Those are not her safe words; she knows what to say to make it all stop.
“Come for me, Kallie,” I rasp behind her, and she obeys, letting me hear her perfect moans of ecstasy as she comes.
Her juices start to gush out of her and coat my hand, her screams slamming against the ceiling, pleasure ripping through her. I work her pussy with the metal handle until I’m sure I milked all her pleasure from her fragile little body.
The second she’s down from her high, I unhook her from the cross, letting her fall back in my arms. I cradle her tightly, but careful not to hurt her more than I already have.
Kallie is whimpering in my arms, her warm tears seeping through my naked skin. I nod at Catrina and the glass walls frost, cutting us off from prying eyes. Kallie needs me to take care of her, and this part isn’t something I’m willing to share with anyone.
I carry her over to the bed, and as I try to lay her down on the red silk sheets, her nails dig into my shoulder.
“Please, don’t leave me,” she whimpers.
“I’m not going to leave you. I just need to take care of you.”
Thankfully, the suite has a large soaking tub hidden behind a four-paneled solid wood room divider, so I fill it with lukewarm water. I want it to be warm enough to soothe her muscles but not so hot as to irritate her welts. I need to relieve the pain I caused.
I open the bottle of water set on the side table next to a bottle of aspirin. I shake out two tablets and crouch next to her. “Open.”
She obeys, and I place the tablets on her tongue before I lift the water bottle to her lips and she greedily drinks. Once I am sure she has her fill, I pick her up and carry her to the bath and slowly ease her into the water.
She grimaces, soft moans slipping from her lips as she settles in. “If you need to leave, I understand,” she says, and I groan my disapproval before tearing out of my pants and getting inside the tub with her.
“If you think I would leave you alone after what just happened, then you don’t understand anything.” I pull her back to lie against me, the soapy suds of the bubble bath edging around her shoulders.
“Thank you,” she says softly.
“For what?”
“For doing what you did. I needed it.” She breathes in deep. “I deserve it.”
