Page 9 of Betrayal

“Don’t be long,” he ordered.

I smiled and left for the restroom. On my way back to the living room, a woman stopped me. “Don’t we know each other?” she asked.

I cocked my head to study her. “Oh, yes, we have met. I believe your husband had some business dealings with my father, Arturo Ricci.”

“Oh yes. I do recall. Well good for you on locking down Mr. Alessio.”

“Technically I haven’t locked him down. He’s the one locking me down. Literally.” I tried to sound playful but she didn’t get what I was trying to get at. She looked directly over my shoulder and scurried away. That was when I noticed him.

Right behind me.

“Dove. You’ll never leave.” He gripped my arm so tightly. “I know what you are trying to do. And you will not find a way to escape me. Now it’s time for your punishment.” His teeth gritted.

Damn, he was good. I thought I would get someone to possibly help me. He turned to face everyone gathered in the room. “I really appreciate everyone coming to meet Kara. But you must excuse us now. Please stay and enjoy the drinks if you’d like.”

The men offered a nod while Damon still had his hold on me. “You’re hurting me.”

“Get ready for more of that.”

We entered a room I’d never been in. My eyes immediately landed on the huge bed that looked like it was from a bondage movie or even a club. It had restraints and rails all around it. Damon yanked me toward it. “Dress off.”

I dared to ask, “What did I do?”

He merely glared at me. With a few tugs the dress fell to the floor. “Now on the bed, get on all fours and grip the rails for support.” I was so nervous, scared, yet excited.

Oh god what is he going to do?

Without a word I did as he ordered even though I was nervous as hell. This was what I’d been dreading. My punishment. I should have been on strike three as far as my fuck ups since yesterday. Damon smoothed a hand over my skin from my neck, down my back, and to my ass on full display. Goose bumps formed on my skin from his touch. Damon instructed me to grip the railing and not to remove my hands as I felt him stroke my ass with a paddle.

With each stroke, I yelped. Fuck, that hurt. But I didn’t utter a word. I may have gasped as he landed the paddle on my ass once again though. Then my upper thighs. My eyes watered from the sting, and I blinked back the tears. I reached behind me to stop the paddling but Damon grabbed my hands.

“Dove, hold on to the fucking railing or I’ll cuff you.”

This is what I deserved.

Pain.

Every so often, he’d soothe the sting with his hand roaming over my ass and thighs. “See what you make me do, Dove? Your ass is beautiful and it’s turning me on.”

He gave me a few more whacks across the ass and upper thighs. At this point, I was getting turned on myself. Even though the paddle stung, the area he was hitting was erotic and sexy. Even though I was crying, I was so wet, so turned on, I needed…. what? I wasn’t sure.

“Do you feel sorry for trying to escape me, Dove?” he questioned with authority.

“Yes.”

He smacked my ass with his hand this time. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Master.”

Another smack and I bit down on my lips to keep from yelping.

“Say it again, Dove.”

“Yes, Master.” My voice was breathy.

“Is this turning you on like it is for me?”

“Yes, Master. Please.”

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