Page 75 of Depraved
“Arms up,” he orders.
I lift my arms above my head and hear the quiet buzzing of the hook being lowered from the ceiling. Dante walks in front of me holding the remote and watching the glimmering metal hook descend.
He looks back to my face as the noise halts. Dante grabs my wrists and pulls me up. I push to my tiptoes as he uses my bracelets to connect me to the hook. When he releases me, I lower back to my heels as he licks his lips.
I’m completely helpless, trussed up, nude. And I’ve never felt more on fire. He steps back to admire his handiwork, running his fingers over my nipples, taking one between his thumb and forefinger, pinching until I groan against the sensation.
The chain rattles above my head. “Be still,” he warns, and I tense my body to not move. His hand lowers down my body and traces over the swell of my ass. Goose bumps ignite over my body as I envision him kneading the skin and slapping it.
“You forgot your place tonight. You let him touch you…Youlet him touch what’s mine.”
I bite my lip, closing my eyes. Hearing those words, the way Dante calls me his. I want to be punished because I’ll never forget my goddamn place again. I am his.
Only his.
For as long as he’ll have me.
“Who do you belong to?” he growls.
“You.”
“Who?” he questions darkly, a little louder.
“You, Dante. I belong to you.”
I hear his intake of breath before he walks past me silently to the wall of skinny black sticks, all with differing tops meant for pleasure and pain. Dante pulls a drawer open and pulls out a short-handled black whip.
His fingers wrap around the handle, and his head bows for a moment before he lifts it and looks at me. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this moment.”
He shoves the whip handle into his pocket as he undoes the buttons on his shirt, leaving it open to his muscled and inked chest.
He tilts his head as he watches me shift my weight with an amused look as I watch him unbutton his shirt cuffs, rolling each up his forearms.
The veins in his arms protrude as he pulls the whip back out of his pocket, then hangs it next to him while he takes me in. I do the same to him.
He’s a beast—shirt open, sleeves rolled, and his belt undone, gripping a leather whip. I could come on the spot.
Dante walks back to me slowly and stops directly in front of me.
“You’re going to need this.” He pulls the belt from his waist with his free hand.
My lips part, and he places the leather in between my teeth. I bite down to hold it in as he trails his fingers up my arms before walking around me to where I can’t see.
“Let’s make sure you remember who the fuck you belong to next time.”
The first slash bites across my ass, and my entire body jumps as a rush of air leaves my body, hissing against the belt. Another sting on the other side pulls a moan from my lips, but Dante is unrelenting.
The pain is exquisite.
The sting of the leather tendrils that tear against my ass make my clit throb with a wicked ache. My teeth bite down hard as my body jumps over and over with each hit, bringing me up on my toes and back down, the chain clinking and swaying as I do.
My body is writhing against my torment; another slap and I open my mouth with a decadent scream, letting the belt tumble out.
I begin to chant, “I belong to you,” against the ragged breaths and grunts Dante is making behind me as he turns my ass red. My hands pull down, making the chains fight back against my desperation to rub my clit as he shows me no mercy.
I hear a thud, but my mind is on a lag, soaked in desire and wanton need. I’m panting as Dante pulls my hands from the hook and dips his shoulder, hauling my body over his shirtless body.
I don’t remember him taking it off, but I don’t even feel like I’m in my body. He places me down, my back pushed against a wall with a large wooden X. The sensation against my raw ass sends jolts through my body, and I gasp. Dante’s fingers work quickly, fastening and buckling my wrists and ankles into thick black leather cuffs.
