Page 149 of A Deal in Darkness
My eyebrow arches and his eyes flash wide open.
His hand shoves my head down and I half-scream, half-shriek. The heat of the pain shooting over my scalp matches the heat bursting between my legs and in seconds Enzo has me lying across his lap, desperate for anything he’ll give me.
“So. Fucking. Needy.”
Enzo yanks my shorts down and I squirm, enjoying the sheer damn horror of the predicament of this.
“Pick a number, baby.”
“One.”
The sting erupts and my eyes water. Enzo’s not holding back and my ass burns so damn hot it might eclipse the fires burning somewhere around us.
“Your mouth needs to learn some manners, baby.”
I shriek, resisting the urge to ask him if he’s going to be the one to try to teach it and follow it up with a reminder he’s failed so far. My laughter turns hysterical and Enzo circles my ass with his hand and the sting burns hotter.
“Pick again, baby. Something sensible this time, or I’ll have to choose a different punishment.”
“Five?”
Enzo sighs.
He delivers another hard spank and its sound echoes around the room. I hiss and he doesn’t let me recover before delivering another one on the other side. My ass burns and I’m sure it's red already, and Enzo won’t ease this.
“Manners, baby.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Better.”
His palm circles my ass, and I exhale, enjoying it soothing the pain. It doesn’t last long. Enzo’s hand connects with my ass and I scream. He waits, and I catch my breath before thanking him again. He grunts and teases me, threatening to deliver a spank multiple times before finally sending another sharp, severe burst of pain through me.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“We’re not done, baby,” he says, his tone laced with arousal. “Can you walk, or do you need me to carry you?”
“To where?” I ask.
The slap sounds out before I register my mistake, and another burst of pain sets my ass on fire.
“The table, Adriana.”
Enzo turns my head and shows me a table I swear wasn’t there earlier. The cuffs and chains attached make it fucking intimidating, and a thrill ripples through me. It’s laced with fear and a sense of self-preservation that screams this is fucking mental and I need to get the fuck out of here.
“Don’t make this worse for yourself,” he whispers, picking me up like I weigh nothing. “If you take your punishment like a good girl, I’ll let you come afterward.”
I whine, and he lowers me over the table. His hand holds my neck down and his weight holds my ass in position, while cuffs and chains fasten around me. I’m immobilized, waist bent, legs spread and collar fastened down.
“I’m going to count them out, baby, and you’ll thank me for this,” Enzo says, running his hand over my ass again. There’s something cold there too, something hard. He presses it into me as he drags it between my cheeks and holds it against my entrance. My pussy throbs more than my ass and he sniggers. Wickedly.
He pushes it inside me, and the sensation is exquisite. I’m full and whatever he’s placed inside me sends gentle waves of pleasure through me. This is designed to please, and I’m already moaning as my arousal builds.
“Don’t think I’m being kind, Adi,” Enzo says. “This will let me whip you harder and for longer. You won’t come until I allow it. It stays in and if you let it fall out, then I’ll be forced to start all over.”
Fuck.
That’s the game. Enough pleasure to prolong the pain and not enough to climax, and the torture of trying to hold something inside me as my body struggles to cope with the caning.
