Page 108 of Crazed

"Louder," he orders, reaches for the wall, and turns a dial. He repositions his mouth on my pussy and resumes my punishment.

Sweat coats the sheets underneath me, sticking the fabric to my skin. Tears roll down my face, and my voice turns raspy. Every smack he gives me, I thank him. Each flick of his tongue on my clit or finger inside me pushes me past any previous limit. I muster all my self-control, somehow refraining from losing all inhibitions. My body buzzes from the swirling mix of pain and pleasure.

"Please. I-I can't do this anymore," I finally beg, feeling like I'm bathing in a mess of my bodily fluids and the smell of my arousal.

He slides onto his knees, moves flush against my ass, and pushes his cock inside me.

"Daddy!" I cry out.

He grasps my hands, pinning them and his forearms to the headboard. A salty bead of his sweat drips off his chin, hitting my lips. He takes several ragged breaths, not tearing his gaze off mine, then begins to thrust hard and fast.

"Please," I scream. "I... I...oh..."

"Thank me," he demands.

"Th-thank you, Daddy," I whisper, blinking hard to try and keep him in focus, but my body begins to betray me.

"What else?" he demands. Tingles erupt on my ass cheek from his warm pelvis every time he thrusts.

"I love you. I'm-I'm sorry, Daddy!" I blurt out. Then beg, "Please, I-I can't—"

"Come," he shouts.

Adrenaline surges through my exhausted body. Endorphins attack me like a machine gun firing at its enemy. His cock pumps hard, expanding my walls until I think he'll tear through them.

He groans, thrusting faster. I spasm around him, and a stream of my juice erupts from me, drenching us.

His orgasm seems to go on forever, continuing to keep me high. When he finally releases everything into me, he effortlessly unlocks the cuffs and cages his body over mine.

Our breaths merge, our chests heaving against the other. He reaches for the wall and turns off the microphone. Then he stares at me, still catching his breath.

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me," I beg again.

He rolls onto his back, tugs me into his arms, and wraps his legs around my body. His voice turns calm. All the anger disappears. He commands, "Tell me how it'll be going forward, Katiya."

Hope ignites that a miracle might occur for the first time in my life. I sniffle, answering, "I trust you and don't lie to you. You protect me."

He wipes the tears off my cheek then pecks me on the lips. "That's right. But do you believe it?"

"Yes," I answer, still fearful Leo will harm him or me but wanting Massimo's claim to be the truth.

"Are you sure? I can't have you wavering on this, dolce."

I swallow my emotions, nodding. "Yes. I'm sure."

His eyes darken. "Then from here on out, I'm making the decisions. And you won't fight me on them."

"Okay," I agree, sliding my palm on his cheek.

He gives me another chaste kiss then asserts, "We need to clean up. Let's get in the shower."

"So...umm...you still want me?" I ask, new tears forming.

He tucks a sweaty lock of my hair behind my ear. "Don't ask me questions you already know the answers to."

Relief rushes through my cells. I kiss him. "I really am sorry I didn't tell you."

His face hardens as he pauses to study me. New fear ignites that he's changed his mind. "I'm in love with you, dolce. If you make a fool out of me again, you might as well cut my heart out. But there won't be another chance."

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