Page 130 of Devil's Bargain

“I’m sorry!” I sob, gripping his wrist to alleviate the burning pain in my scalp.

“Oh, you’re going to be very fucking sorry soon!”

He gets to his feet and spits on me as I lay weeping on the floor. “We’ll be at your house later. If you don’t show up, your mom will pay the price.”

Then he’s gone.

* * *

“I hear you’ve caused trouble again?” Salt and Pepper says as he enters the room.

I can’t speak because of the gag in my mouth, and I can’t move thanks to the rope Jared and Scott used to tie me up with. The minute I arrived home, they ordered me in the car and drove me here.

Salt and Pepper slowly walks towards me, his dark eyes roaming over my naked body on the couch. “I see you’re prepared for me. I like that.”

Prepared? It’s not like I had a choice.

“I hope you find the ropes comfortable. I asked the boys to be gentle with you.”

I glare at him since I’ve had my voice stolen from me. The boys were anything but gentle, and the rope has been tied around my upper body so many times I’ve lost count.

“What a sweet angel!” he whispers as he brushes his thumb over my lips, stretched thin around the gag. Drool is already seeping from the corners. “Something is missing, though. Don’t you think?”

He unbuckles his belt, then pulls it slowly through the loops and fastens it around my neck.

Panic grips me as he tightens it to the point where it begins to hurt. The fear I can handle, but my throbbing clit is a different matter. I hate that I have this reaction to him or any one of them.

He steps back and admires his handiwork. Strands of my pink hair are stuck to the drool on my chin. He walks over to his mini bar, pours whisky into a tumbler, and eyes me over the rim as he takes a sip. “You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?”

I nod. My flaring nostrils are the only outward sign of the defiance I feel inside.

He takes another sip. It unnerves me how fucking calm he is. “Do you know why you’re here?”

I shake my head. The truth is I don’t. I know money exchanges hands but beyond that…?

He swirls the amber liquid in the glass. “You entered into an arrangement with Scott. Girls with the extent of your”—he waves a hand, searching for the right word—“kinksare hard to come by. There’s lots of money to be had with the right buyer.”

I furrow my brows. He’s lost me.

“Your particular fetish… Scott saw your potential and knew that he could make a good penny out of you if he groomed you properly.

He takes another sip and puts the glass down on the side table before cupping my jaw and flicking his eyes over my face. “I’ve paid a lot of fucking money for you!”

My vision blurs with tears when he gathers my hair in his fist and pulls on it, just tight enough to start to burn my scalp. “You belong to me!”

I want to scream at him, but there's nothing I can do with a gag in my mouth.”

“Tell me, sweet angel”—he puts his glass down on the side table and swipes his fingers through my tears—“is your pussy wet for me?”

I don’t make a sound as he wraps his hand around my throat and slides a finger inside me. My cheeks burn with embarrassment at the wet sounds my pussy makes.

He smirks, whispering, “Good girl!” Then he walks over to a side table and runs his fingers over a selection of items. “You like pain, sweet angel?”

He picks up a leather flogger and smiles darkly. “Roll over.”

I want to pretend I give him attitude and put up a fight, but that would be a lie. I flip over so fast, arching my ass in the air, it’s a wonder I don’t fall off the couch.

“Twenty lashes, sweet angel. Are you ready to count with me?”

Pussy juices drip down my thighs and I arch even higher, watching him over my shoulder.

He chuckles, raising his hand with the flogger. “Twenty.”

It slices through the air.

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