Page 89 of Torment

With his shirt in one hand and the cane in the other, he knew he needed to find a way to make her feel like it was just her and him—and no one else. For his own fucking sanity, he needed her to get into it, to embrace what he was about to do to her.

Abruptly he tore a piece of fabric off his shirt, and tossed the rest to the floor. When he stepped behind Scarlet, he leaned in close to her ear as he placed the torn piece of fabric around her eyes.

She gasped.

“It’s just you and me, baby. This needs to be just you and me.” He spoke so damn softly, directly into her ear, careful not to let Rex hear anything he was saying.

She nodded slightly, and he tied the fabric behind her head, blocking everyone else out. Slowly he traced his finger down the side of her neck. “I’m going to take good care of you, kitten.”

He felt her shiver beneath his touch as his finger continued down her back, directly over her spine, and he made a mental note to make sure he touched every damn part of her once all this was over—commit every inch of her to memory.

Gripping the cane, he took a deep breath before stepping back.

Lord help him.

One.

The first lash cracked over the skin of her ass, and she jerked forward, the sound of the chains rattling filling the room.

Two.

Scarlet let out a soft whimper, and it fucking broke Hunter’s heart. He would gladly take a thousand lashes if it meant sparing her from experiencing ten.

Three.

This time, a cry escaped her, and Hunter watched as the red marks started to appear on her skin. The bastard inside him stared at the streaks of blushing red for a breath too long while he remembered the first time he fucked her—the way his handprint protruded from the skin of her ass while she was bent forward, all exposed.

Four.

This time she didn’t let out a sound, only bit down on her bottom lip. It was killing him seeing her in so much pain, but he kept telling himself that he had no fucking choice.

Five.

Her head shot backward as she tried to arch her back, trying to get away from the lashes. Hunter moved closer, pushing his lips against her ear, and whispered, “It’s just you and me, baby, remember that. Don’t feel the pain, feel me.”

Without letting Rex see what he was doing, Hunter inconspicuously traced his finger in lazy circles around her ass, wanting her to experience a soft, subtle touch in contrast to the harsh, painful beating of the cane. That was one thing he had learned from his experience, that as long as there was a balance between pain and pleasure, it would be easier to control. Instantly she relaxed a little, and he heard her take a few deep breaths.

That’s my girl.

Still stroking her ass gently, Hunter glanced down and drank in the sight of the red lashes protruding from her skin. The filthy bastard in him couldn’t help but bite his lower lip, his cock twitching at the sight. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t one of the most beautiful, most erotic things he had ever seen.

And then…

Six.

Again, she didn’t make a sound. Hunter glanced over at Rex sitting in his chair, eyes glued on them while Piper started to stroke his thigh. The fucker was turned on by this. Fuck him, but so was Hunter.

Seven.

This time Scarlet yelped as the cane landed just above her ass toward her back, and Hunter bit the inside of his mouth so hard he tasted blood. That sound…that damn sound shot straight to his cock. He loved it, and he hated himself because he loved it. The more he acted, the more he felt the darkness consume him. The need to give in to it completely was almost overwhelming, and he knew he had to fight it.

Only three more lashes to go. Hunter could sense Scarlet was close to losing it, close to breaking. So he started to circle her, giving slow, leisurely steps while never taking his eyes off her. The way she moved her head from side to side, she could hear him move around her. All her other senses were heightened since she’d lost her sight.

“If only you could see how fucking beautiful you look right now, kitten” And that was the truth. He wasn’t just saying it in a bid to keep her calm, to keep her focused on him, and to make Rex believe the ruse.

No. It was the goddamn truth. She looked fucking stunning all spread-eagled, blindfolded, and anticipating what his next move would be. For a second, Hunter forgot what this was all about and allowed himself to drink her in—her firm, big, round breasts, the curve of her hourglass hips, and the smooth skin of her thighs. Hunter knew exactly what it felt like to be buried between those thighs. Heaven—that was what it felt like. Fucking heaven.

“Three more, kitten, then there will be no more pain, only pleasure.”

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