Page 18 of Crazed

I keep my eyes focused on the glass, missing the heat of his body when he steps away. I don't know what he's doing, but I don't dare disobey him. I scan the buildings, wondering if some of the people I can see are looking back at me. My adrenaline pumps harder, and by the time he comes back, a drop of my juice rolls down my thigh.

"Fucking dirty girl," he murmurs in my ear, his body pressed against my back. He wipes his finger over my thigh, turns my head to the mirror, and slides his finger in his mouth. Then he arrogantly proclaims, "I'm going to whip you until you remember the rules."

He's gripping a flogger with a black handle, dark-red leather straps, and tiny black metal balls on the ends. The fear mixes with anticipation again, and every sensation in my body seems to heighten.

"Everyone is watching you get punished, including you. If I see your eyes move from the mirror, you'll pay." He takes the flogger and drags it over my quads, pinning his steel-blue eyes on mine in the mirror.

I swallow hard, tearing my eyes off his and watching him move the flogger around my body.

He nibbles the curve of my neck, continuing to observe me, and glides his one palm up my arm until his hand is over the rope on my wrists. He murmurs, "You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen. All those people watching, they want you and can't have you. You're mine. No one will ever have you again besides me. Understand?"

It's all I want—to be his, and only his, forever. A pain grows within my heart, blending with the love I can't escape and wish I didn't feel toward him.

He slides his hand down my arm and turns my chin so I'm looking at him. The contrasting vulnerability and dominant expression take my breath away while the affection I feel expands. He strokes my cheek with his thumb, tracing the leather from the gag. His voice softens, and he demands, "Tell me you agree. No one else ever again will touch you besides me."

Tears well in my eyes. I blink hard, nodding, trying to breathe correctly and not choke, so he doesn't have to remove the ball.

He softly smiles then kisses my cheek. His eyes darken again, and he orders, "Grab the rope and focus on the mirror. Let everyone see what they'll never have."

I wrap my fingers around the soft fibers and stare at my gagged, bound body in the mirror. The sound of the air conditioner echoes in the room. A blast of cold shoots out of the ceiling.

Goose bumps pop out on my skin. My nipples grow larger, hardening from the cold. Massimo steps back, and the loss of his body heat makes a shiver roll down my spine.

He trails the flogger down my back. It fills me with more anticipation. I watch in the mirror, and he pulls his arm back, then smacks my ass with the flogger.

A new type of sting sprawls over my ass cheek. I blurt out, "Ugh!"

He rubs my ass in a circle four times then hits me four times with the flogger.

I suck the ball harder, grip the rope tighter, and try to keep my emotions in check.

"Two people across from you are watching. A man and a woman," he claims, giving me a challenging stare in the mirror.

Zings fly to my core. I fight the urge to look but stay focused on the glass in front of me.

The devil lights up in his eyes. Ludis, Leo, and Massimo all have him in them. I've seen him ignite in all their orbs too many times. When he appeared in Ludis and Leo's, I would be scared. I knew bad things were about to happen. When he pops up in Massimo's, relief fills me. It's as if I need to see he's just as dangerous as they are, yet he never pushes me past the point he should.

"You don't want to look?" Massimo taunts.

I don't move, never tearing my glare off his. Somehow, in these moments where he eggs me on to break my submission, I feel my strength. In some ways, it's the only time I don't feel weak, even when others see me as a cold Russian woman.

Massimo's blues twinkle. "Ah. I see. You're going to behave today." He slides his hand around my body. Two fingers glide inside me, and he rolls his thumb on my clit. "You want a reward, dolce?"

I attempt to say please, but it comes out muffled.

He buries his face in my neck, inhaling deeply and manipulating my body until my legs are trembling and I'm about to fly over the edge.

Then he stops, goading in my ear, "You didn't think I'd forget about the rest of your punishment, did you?"

Desperation fills me. "Please," I say again, but it's incoherent around the gag.

His hand moves the rope over my breast, teasing my nipple. Everything feels so much more sensitive than in the past. Maybe it's the softness of the rope. Perhaps it's the cold air mixing with his body heat. It's possible that the thought of others watching us while I see everything he's doing to me makes it more erotic. Whatever the reason, my entire body craves a release, and I can't stop moaning.

He keeps tormenting my breasts, repositions himself to the side of me, then takes the flogger and smacks my ass harder than before.

I yelp, my pussy spasms, and tears roll down my cheek.

"How many times did you come when I wasn't here?" he questions.

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