Page 75 of Made to Sin

My body might have drowned in the need, but my stubbornness refused to lose.

His hand rubbed over the bare cheek of my ass that he had slapped, massaging the soreness. “That’s not an answer, sweetheart.”

“Go to Hell—”

Slap.

He poured his anger into this one, the slap rougher than the last. I suppressed the emerging moan, not giving him the haughtiness of knowing I enjoyed it.

“For that, you’re going to count each spank I give you.”

He was delusional if he thought I was going to make a peep.

“No.”

Slap.

“If you don’t count, I won’t stop,” he warned, tightening the hold on my wrist.

I wasn’t scared. Degradingly, I didn’t want him to stop.

“Do your worst.”

Slap.

I chewed on my bottom lip, forcing myself to keep in the moan. My core was throbbing, but I clenched it, unwilling to lose.

“Naughty girls get punished, sweetheart.”

“Go. To. Hell,” I gritted.

Slap.

“Ready to give up?”

I shook my head.

Slap.

My will might be high, but my pain tolerance was low. My ass burned, and my lip was gnawed raw. The final straw was the metallic invasion of blood on my tongue.

“One,” I moaned out.

Hearing my submission, thestronzofinally soothed the pain by rubbing his free hand over the reddening cheeks. The motion dissipated the sting, but it built up into a desire for more just as quickly. See, I had guessed from the beginning this man would be able to make punishments feel pleasurable.

“There’s my good girl,” he rasped.

The praise shimmied down my body and sank into my aching core, making me wetter. My juices soaked through thelace, causing the space between my thighs to become sticky.

Slap.

“Two,” I choked out.

He was satisfied with my counting, giving me another caress. Right when I thought he was done with the punishments, anotherslaprang through the air.

“Three.” I couldn’t take it anymore, my legs shuffled closer together to hold in the imminent release. “Luciano,please.”

He paused his rhythm, rubbing the welted skin. “Please what, sweetheart?”

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