Page 74 of Lies like Rubies, Part One

He leaned over me, his torso pressing against my bare back, notching my bottom into his pelvis. “Because it makes you cry, and the price of protecting your daughter is your tears. Now count to ten.”

The belt whistled as it cut through the air and landed on my bottom. I jerked and shrieked with surprise before strangling the sound. “One, sir.”

He continued to whip me with it until I was whimpering with pain, biting through my lip to keep from wailing in pain.

“Ten, sir,” I sobbed at the final impact on my burning ass. “Please, no more,” I begged him. He ran his fingers over the fiery skin of my bottom, pressing into the flesh, and I whimpered at the pain.

Dante hummed, then ran his fingers through my folds, collecting the liquid evidence of my traitorous desire. Without warning, he shoved two fingers into me. I whined at the pain as he stretched me, then quickly adjusted to his rough tempo, thrusting my hips back against his hand as he thrust in and out. The combination of pain from my punishment, my aching nipples, and the quick pace of his fingers quickly brought me to the edge of my climax. My toes curled, and my legs tightened, and then—

He pulled his fingers out and slapped me on the ass.

“Are you ready to beg for my cock, slut?”

I pressed my lips together in a thin line. I knew I’d beg sooner or later, so why not get it over with? “Yes, Dante, please fuck me with your cock. I need you,” I answered flatly, unable to pretend anything but fury at my circumstances.

He laughed, the asshole, and then slapped the burning skin of my bottom again, sending a fiery jolt of pain coursing through me. “You’re not a brat, Sofia. Don’t act like one.”

I kept my mouth shut, and he resumed stroking his fingers through my folds, as if he were exploring me. Even the absent wandering of his fingers elicited blinding pleasure. He pressed up against my clit, teased at my entrance, then circled my clit again, and again. When I could no longer silence my cries, he dragged his fingers up and down my slit.

When his finger paused at my entrance a second time, I pushed back against him, hoping he would ease the building pressure inside me. I should have known better. He withdrew his hand, only to stroke it across the burning skin of my ass, stinging where the belt had dug into my flesh.

“Slut,” he said, when I twitched toward him, seeking relief. “Tell me what you want.”

I rolled my eyes and imbued my voice with boredom. “Oh, please, Dante, fuck this stupid slut silly.”

He hummed his amusement, before sliding his fingers back into me, twitching them against the bundle of nerves at the front of my passage. I cried out, jerking against him, as bliss washed over me.

“Fuck, Dante, please!” I moaned before I could slam my mouth shut.

“There we go, kitten, that’s what I want to hear.” He twisted his fingers, inserting another and filling me completely before curving them against that sensitive spot, gently rubbing against it.

He pulled his hand out of me, eliciting a frustrated whine. I wanted his fingers exactly where they’d been, fucking me stupid, bringing me to climax. Instead, he wrapped his hands around my hips, making me moan. I was shocked to feel his tongue lick from my asshole to my clit.

“Dante, please,” I whined, desperate and needy. “I need—”

“What do you need, kitten?” He tongued my clit and moved his fingers inside me until I shook, my desire a boiling pressure cooker. I refused to answer, refused to give in, refused to beg. I’d lose this stupid game, eventually. Dante knew how to play my body too well, and I’d been too unguarded from the beginning. Until then, I’d resist.

He licked and teased me, bringing me to the brink over and over again, until I was sobbing with need, aching for him to fill me, barely able to hold myself up against the back of the couch. When he reached up to tweak my clamped nipples, I screamed, dropping to my haunches.

“Please, Dante, sir. I need you inside me. Please.”

“What sweet music to my ears. Tell me, kitten, what a slut you are.”

I rode his fingers, my head thrown back and my eyes closed, seeking release. “I’m a slut, sir, a filthy slut who needs your cock. Please, I need you to fuck me.”

He kissed the curves of my bottom as I rolled my hips over his fingers, withdrew them, and spanked my ass hard, leaving me gasping and shocked. I sat there, tears streaming down my face, hurting with the physical and emotional pain of my needy distress.

“No.”

“What?” I gasped, trembling and shaking, my core throbbing with unfulfilled desire.

“No,” he said. “Only good sluts get to come on their master’s dick, and you have not been a good slut at all.”

I collapsed on the couch, crying out as the clamps on my nipples scraped against the fabric. I turned around until I sat on the cushions, drawing my knees up to my chest, careful, this time, of the instruments attached to my breasts.

Dante pushed my knees down until he could reach my nipples and gently undid them. I cried out as blood rushed back, and clutched at my breasts, desperately trying to soothe the sharp ache.

“Go to bed,” he commanded, waving his hand at me in dismissal. “And don’t touch yourself. Your orgasms are mine and mine alone.”

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