Page 107 of Crazed

A whirring sound fills the room. Massimo rises on his knees and reaches above us.

I glance up, and my butterflies dance. Two more cuffs, one on each side of us, lower to the bed. He quickly snaps them around my ankles and orders, "Legs in the air, spread out."

I lift my limbs, and he hits a button on the headboard. The chains move up until pulled taut. I think I'm in position, but he pushes my legs closer to the headboard so my ass is in the air. The chain continues to get shorter until I can't move an inch.

The whirring stops. Massimo moves his face in front of me, dipping his fingers inside my wet heat and circling his thumb on my clit.

I whimper, wondering how much more I can take. I whisper, "Please."

His lips curl. "Please, what?"

"Please, Daddy. Make me come," I beg, swallowing hard.

"You want what I give you?" he asks, arching his eyebrows.

"You. All of you. I-I need you. Please forgive me," I blurt out, wanting him to tell me the impossible.

"Why should I believe you?" he questions.

I catch my breath, finding more control within me not to come, and reply, "Deep down. You know I love you."

"Prove it," he says again. Then, "Give me your full submission."

"You...oh God...oh...y-you have it," I choke out, then incoherent sounds fly out of my mouth.

"Then tell me you deserve a new punishment," he orders.

"P-punish me," I agree, willing to do anything to regain his trust and love.

As soon as the words are out of my mouth, his hand slaps my already-sensitive ass. The fingers of his other stay inside me. He scissors his fingers while rubbing my clit faster.

"Yes! Punish me," I whisper, closing my eyes and yanking on the cuffs, but they don't move. A tremor rolls through my bones.

"Look at me," he growls.

I pin my blues on his. Every emotion swirls in his dark orbs, making him appear wild and out of control. It's as if he's more dangerous than ever.

All it does is intensify my sensations. I should be petrified, but all I want is whatever punishment he'll give me.

"If you come, we're through. There will be no second chance unless you earn it," he states.

"I won't," I say, determined to be his once again.

"You'll thank me each time," he demands.

"Yes, Daddy."

His lips twitch. Concentration deepens on his face. He slides a hand over my sweaty thigh and pulls it back, slapping my ass cheek.

"Th-thank you, Daddy," I say, then moan as he teases my G-spot, fighting the O-train from annihilating me.

He leans down, rubs the sting, and suctions his lips to my clit.

"Oh...my...oh!" I cry out.

He flicks his tongue and smacks me again.

"Thank y-you, D-Daddy," I manage to get out.

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