Page 18 of The Bodyguard Freed

“No, please,” I cry. I’m yanking at the rope binding my legs to my arms and then spreading me wide open.

Kayne looks at me. His thumb strokes my lips before his hand clutches my throat.

I know this is the one thing I won’t be able to take.

Yet in that same instance, I want him to hurt me. I’ll take his pain if it means he can cleanse his mind of what Roger did to us. I know that is the root of our problem. Roger Thompson still exists between us like a ghost.

He’s here in this room even though he is dead but he doesn’t scare me anymore. It’s Kayne who won’t put him in the past.

Chapter Nine

Sophia

No. No. No.

“Please, Kayne. I’m sorry. I had to do it. I thought…”

He squeezes my throat, cutting off my words. Staring me in the eye he delivers the first horrendously shocking lash to my pussy with the end of his belt.

My whole body jerks and vibrates. I see stars behind my closed eyes.

“Look at me, Sophia,” he demands, softly, gently while executing a kind of torture on me that sends me spiraling.

He strikes me again. Harder. Then again.

The excruciating level of agony blinds me now. My body goes into shock with every whip of leather against my exposed pussy. I cry out then draw back as tears stream from my eyes.

“Kayne,” I say his name with the anguish I feel. But I don’t ask him to stop. I don’t insult his ownership of me that way. I did it once before in my office today but I will never do it again.

His trouncing hand defeats me. His lashes go past the threshold of my pain. He skirts the side of me only he knows. He draws that side of me out and I don’t hesitate to take his hand.

“Come for me, Sophia,” he says. His voice echoes in my head and I can’t be certain if he said those words to me or not. But they feel real. He’s real.

My clit is twice swollen. Wetness still pools at my entrance and seeps down my folds.

Kayne changes the flick of his hand and his belt berates my clit now. The affliction elicits more agonized pain from me, but I go back to the place he opened up for me and I step inside the bright white light.

My womb contracts. My blood roars through my veins. I arch my spine and send my head back onto the table, exposing my throat to Kayne.

Through the sound of my own shameless wails, I hear Kayne’s deep inhalation. His growl as his hand closes around my breast, his thumb flicking my nipple.

My body purrs then goes rigid. I come at the same moment that Kayne lays his belt down the length of my pussy. He gives me pain and I turn it into pleasure for him.

“Fuck,” Kayne says softly. He takes his belt and brings it to my mouth. “Open,” he says, then places the end that’s wet with my cum into my mouth.

He pulls a chair to the table I’m laid spread-eagled over, then sits. He inserts two fingers into my pussy, sliding them in and out of me, roughly.

“I want you to come again,” he orders me. I bite onto the leather in my mouth. My taste settles on my tongue.

My pussy is so gushing wet the sound it makes under Kayne’s insistent fingers adds to my shame.

After everything, I can’t help but be embarrassed by how much I stained the leather of his belt, by how wet I still am.

I don’t need much coaxing before I’m flying apart again.

“Again,” he growls.

“Kayne,” I say asking for mercy.

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