Page 79 of Carnal

"Spread your arms and grip the corners of the mattress."

I stretch my arms as far as possible and squeeze the bedding.

She rises and puts one stiletto next to each of my knees. Adrenaline rushes through my body. I restrain myself from reaching for her. If I don't lick her soon, I'll go crazy. She tugs my head back so I'm facing the ceiling. The sweet smell of her arousal only makes things worse. I hold in a groan as she asserts, "The punishments you receive, you earn. Now, what's our safe phrase?"

Loathing fills me. She wants to use the same tactics as before, knowing it's not in me to say it to tap out. I swallow my pride, hating the words as they come out of my mouth. "I'm a Marino."

She runs her thumb over my lips, leans down, and gives me a brief kiss. "Good boy. Now, chin on the mattress."

Fresh oxygen fills my lungs, yet I barely feel it. I do what she says and wait.

More excruciating time passes. I'm about to cave when she turns around, ordering, "Don't move. Take your punishment like a man."

My fingers dig into the bedding right as the flogger hits my bare back. It's so light I get cocky, thinking the wrong thoughts.

This isn't a big deal. Pina doesn't have it in her to hit me harder. I should have known.

Another five slaps at the same intensity hit my skin. I continue maintaining my position, growing more arrogant.

This is a piece of cake.

I can be her sub from time to time if she needs it.

She asks, "What's the safe phrase, Tristano?" The sound of the leather on my back echoes in the air.

I grit my teeth, not wanting to even say it again. Everything about that phrase makes me more determined to play her game and win.

"Answer me," she demands, keeping control of the flogger.

I stay quiet.

"For every second you don't respond, I'm adding more time to your punishment," she threatens.

Unable to control my ego, I glance behind me, egging her on. "Is this all you got?"

She purses her lips, puts the flogger on the bed, then sits down. Her fingers weave through the side of my hair. She purrs, "Are you ready for your real punishment, sub?"

My lips twitch. I attempt to stop them but can't. This is ridiculous. I'm a Marino, alright. That means she can't make me submit. I can pretend to appease her, but it's not in my genes. And I'm ready to get to the pussy licking, so I do what I know will result in a punishment. I move between her legs and drag my tongue from her inner knee up her thigh.

She gasps but quickly recovers, pushing my head away from her. She declares, "I think you have a problem with authority."

No shit.

"Sorry, Mistress," I apologize, but it doesn't sound genuine.

Instead of looking angry, she tilts her head, cooing, "I think it's time I gave you a gift."

I dip my head toward her pussy and sniff.

She pushes me away again. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You're not very obedient tonight."

I kneel as straight as possible and grin. "Sorry."

She smirks then gets off the bed. I watch her strut to the table. She picks up her purse and orders, "Face the bed, sub."

I obey, still smelling her arousal, ready to show her what she's been missing all these years.

She slinks behind me, caging her warm body around mine. Endorphins swirl inside me. She glides her palm over my cock and caresses my shaft, murmuring in my ear, "So hard, sub."

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