Page 57 of Crazed

He kisses the side of my forehead then puts his lips on my ear. He murmurs, "Show me you'll do everything I want no matter where I am." He kisses the spot behind my ear then rises.

"Sir!"

His palm makes contact with my ass, and I yelp. He spanks me four more times then rubs his hand in a circle over the sting.

I whimper through it all, confused again about how the pain can heighten my pleasure so much. But I still beg, "Please don't leave."

"You've been naughtier than ever before, dolce. This is nonnegotiable." He uncuffs my wrists and orders, "Go lie on the bed, backside on the mattress. And take your panties off."

I slowly rise off the bench and then stand before him, tilting my head up. "I really am sorry," I state, wishing I had never blurted out the truth and reprimanding myself for creating a new issue I'll have to lie further to cover up.

"It's too late for sorries. Now, are you ready for your punishment, or are we done here?" he challenges.

I'm always ready for Massimo's punishments, but everything in his expression tells me I'm about to experience something totally different.

And I'm unsure if I'm going to like it or how I'll ever get through it.

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Massimo

Rage festers in my veins,causing me not to think straight. A full-blown state of crazy erupts in my mind. If I don't remove myself from this room, I don't trust what I'll say.

She lied to me.

More than once.

Does she not want to go on vacation? Am I good enough for her day-to-day life but not for extracurriculars?

Katiya's long blonde hair fans across the pillow. She lies naked, her blue eyes full of anxiety, waiting for me to decide her fate.

A million different options fly through my mind. I have an overwhelming urge to crawl on top of her and make her prove to me how much she loves me with her body.

She needs a real punishment.

I can't condone her lying. I don't care how little the white lie is.

I need to step up my game. She's too eager for my punishments.

She doesn't want me to leave. This is how I make my point.

I lower the restraints over the bed, cuffing her wrist and removing the slack. I stop when her fingers are as close to the corners of the mattress as possible. I leave a few feet of slack in the chain.

"Sir," she whispers.

I clench my jaw, resisting the urge to sweep my arms under her. Meeting her gaze, I arch my eyebrows in question.

"I'm sorry. Please don't leave the room," she begs.

My heart wants only to please her. Yet the voice inside my head stops me.

She lied to me.

Liars need to be taught lessons, or they'll do it again.

I don't respond, grab her hips, and tug her body toward the end of the bed. I stop when her ass is on the edge of the mattress then adjust the tension so she can't move her arms. Then I reach for the ankle restraints. I sniff hard then command, "Legs in the air, spread toward the walls."

She inhales a deep breath, furrowing her eyebrows, but the spark of excitement that always lights up her eyes ignites. She obeys, bringing her heels to the bottom of the mattress and then slowly widening her legs. The leg closest to mine moves straight into the air, and I restrain it, pulling the chain taut. I do the same to the other and step back.

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