Page 10 of Crush (Deadly Hearts 1)

ChapterFive

Ruby

He gathers me to him, close, wrapping his arms around me. I feel myself start to fall asleep, which is weird because I have never slept in someone else's arms before. It shows, though because as soon as he moves his hand to stroke my back, I come to, startled out of my daze.

“You’re safe,” he croons to me in that accent that I can’t ignore. It’s just too delicious for words.

“Please can we go back to why I came here?” I ask quietly.

He shakes his head. “No. I’m breaking roles,” he says decisively and rolls me flat onto my back.

We’ve already done that. That feeling of panic rises up again at his words. What is he doing to me?

“Please, Daddy,” I whisper.

“Stay still,” he mutters and climbs off the bed. He returns a moment later with the riding crop he dropped when I tried to leave earlier.

Without a word, he lightly slaps the crop against my pussy, making me squirm. Okay, so this isn’t exactly what I came here for, but it will do. I close my eyes and just feel. Every strike of the crop, every rub of my clit, every thrust of the handle when he shoves it inside me. I cry out, feeling the orgasm building deep within.

He pulls the crop away with a slight tut, leaving me on my edge, desperate for a release.

He lays the crop down and I feel like crying. But he turns me over onto my stomach. The nipple clamp that I’m still wearing bites into me, but I revel in the pain it brings. It is closer to the feeling I need from my visit here.

“Do not move at all,” he instructs.

“Yes, Daddy,” I murmur, a thrill going through me that he wants a living doll situation. I’m up for that. My body feels so heavy with exhaustion, confusion and pain right now anyway.

He parts my legs and once again slaps my pussy with the crop. This time a lot harder than the gentle touches from before. I bite my lip so I don’t cry out. My cheek is plastered to the kitsch red satin covers as he tortured my pussy until I know it is red. He thrusts the handle into me again roughly and I scrunch my eyes tighter. He fucks my pussy hard and fast with the crop. My body tense, ready to come all over it, but he withdraws it, leaving me once again on the edge.

I want him to touch me, but he never does. I have never ridden his cock and right now I want it more than any cock I’ve ever had before.

“Please, Daddy,” I moan. “I need you.”

“Quiet!” he snaps at me and brings the crop down to strike across my back hard enough to make me buck.

I gasp as it hits the dark pleasure button deep inside me. I bunch my hands up into the sheet, but make no other sound or movement.

“Bad girls get punished,” he says and strikes me again, but this time less forcefully. I don’t think he meant to lash me so hard the first time, not that I mind.

I feel the bed jostle under me and then a soft buzz as he turns on a vibrator. I smile into the sheet as he inserts it into my pussy, as far up as it will go and then lets it go. My eyes fly open as he brings down a softer whip onto my back than the rigid crop. I squirm, unable to help it. The vibrator is buzzing away merrily inside me all on its own and it’s driving me to the point of an orgasm that I know is going to slay me in all the right ways.

He strikes me harder then. Each lash more forceful than the last.

“Bad girl,” he mutters. “Bad, bad girl.”

I whimper from the sheer pleasure overload and cry out, muffling it into the bed, as an orgasm crashes over me, sweeping me up in its depraved wave of ecstasy, making my body shudder uncontrollably as tears of relief seep out of my eyes.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I weep, breathlessly. “Thank you.”

He says nothing. He just climbs off the bed and then I hear the door open and close.

I freeze.

“Daddy?” I call out quietly. “Daddy?” It’s louder this time, more frantic when he doesn’t answer me.

I turn my head to see the room is empty.

He left me.

He abandoned me on this bed after punishing me. He isn’t here to take care of me now, he left me all alone.

“No,” I cry out. “Daddy, please come back. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I disappointed you. I’ll try harder. Please! Please?”

But he doesn’t return. The only sound in the room is my desperate sobbing, soaking the sheet under my face, and the vibrator still buzzing away inside my cunt.

I buck as another climax hits me. The emotional pain of what he has inflicted on me, far worse than anything physical he has ever done, fuels the fire of the best orgasm I have experienced, as the blood courses through my veins. My body shakes violently, and I squirt all over the sheet. I’m sweating and panting, my pussy clutching and creaming the vibrator so fiercely, it borders on painful.

Then it’s over.

And I’m all alone to clean up the mess I’ve made all over this bed.

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