Page 25 of Ravaged
And I hated it. I hated it so badly, but I knew I wanted him too.
“Such a bad girl,” he breathed into my neck. “Slapping me. Spitting in my face. You think you can fuck with me like that and get away with it, little one?” I was hot everywhere, yet he gave me chills with each word he spoke. He smelled so damn good, like spice, and male dominance, and everything I wanted to be smothered inside of. But he was my captor. Why did I want him? “No one fucks with me and gets away with it, little one. Not even you.”
Not even me. Because hedidfeel something for me. I had to use that to my advantage.
He kept massaging my ass, the heat from his dominant handprint crawling towards my heated center.
“I know you want me,” I hissed. I was so desperate. I kept saying it. I needed it to be true.
“This sweet piece of ass. Your flesh.” He growled into my neck, ignoring my words. “You want me to fuck you so badly you went looking for punishment. What a bad, bad girl.”
He slapped my ass again, but this time, it was on my lower lips, the surprise of the pain on my labia making me jolt. I cried out, biting my lip, and he laughed.
“You’re the one who wants me, my little one.” He grinned. He pressed his hips into me, and his hard cock jabbed into my side.
Hislittle one.
He spanked me again and again until the pain was so great that my ass went numb. I stomped my feet, and he hit me harder.
“You asked for this,” he reminded me between spanks. “You wanted to be punished. Tell me you didn’t.”
“I didn’t ask you to beat my ass,” I snarled. He smacked my ass again, and I let out a deep groan.
“Oh, but you like it, don’t you, you little slut?”
He rubbed his fingers along my lower lips, slick with arousal, and he moaned at the touch, turned on by my wetness. He reached around and rubbed my juices on my face.
“Deny it all you want,” he said. “The truth is on your face. You love this.”
“Your cock is hard,” I said. “You love this too. As much as me.”
“You should be glad that this is all I do to you, little one.”
I blushed then, because my instincts were so flawed. I used my body in the Dahlia District to get what I wanted—more money for my dad, for my freedom—and yet this, fucking with a mobster, was one of the stupidest things I could have done. Still, my pussy ached for his touch, clenched and whined for his heat. I needed him inside of me. I pressed my hips back into him, rubbing against his hand.
“Please,” I whimpered. “Please.”
He pressed a finger inside of me, then two, curving to my g-spot, taking his sweet time. Sweat beaded all over my body, and he sucked in a heavy breath.
“You are so brave, and so stupid, little one. Don’t fuck with an Adler and expect to get away with it.” I leaned down in shame and stuck his fingers in deeper. “Don’t fuck withme,” he whispered. “That was your biggest mistake.”
A shock of pleasure edged through my body, making me shake. I was so close. How had he done that? Why did I like being spanked so much?
Why did I like his touch so much?
“Admit it,” I grunted out, holding back the whimpers as he massaged me closer to the abyss. “You want me too.”
“Of course I fucking do,” he howled. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and smacked my ass with more force than before, pushing me forward, my head knocking into the window, crashing with the blinds. It didn’t hurt, but the noise knocked him out of his lust-filled trance.
He reached forward, helping me up, then looked around, as if he hadn’t realized where he was, or what we were still doing in the bathroom.
“Get up,” he said. I hesitated. He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around me hastily, swooping me into his arms and carried me down into the basement. A heavy tension crowded my chest, making it hard to catch my breath. Not the basement. Not again.
“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered. “I can be good. But please. Don’t make me stay here.”
He ignored me. Letting me stand, he opened the door to the kennel and pointed inside.
“Get in,” he said. I stayed still, looking up at him. He wasn’t going to make me do it, was he? “Get in the cage before I throw you inside.”
I lowered my head and got inside, not wanting to test him again. Not here. Not when punishment would mean leaving me inside of the cage to die.
He crouched down, clicking the lock into place, stuffing the key in his pocket. He motioned with two fingers forward. I crawled against the grates to the bars, and he stroked my cheek. Softly. My pussy was still so wet and aching. I could hardly think straight. But I knew I didn’t want to be down here. Not like this.
He licked his lips and swallowed hard, his eyes focused, but full of anguish. There was a tenderness there, inside of him, something deep within that I had to hold onto. I needed it to survive.
“Please. Don’t do this to me,” I begged in a quiet voice.
He stood up, looking down on me. I held my breath.
“You’re a prisoner. Nothing more. Don’t forget that,” he said. Then he went up the stairs, leaving me alone.
