Page 10 of His Playmate
Diego clenched his fists, a guttural groan escaping his throat. “I’m sorry,” he bit out.
After a tense moment, Wolf spoke with infuriating calm. “No, you’re not.”
“I am!” Diego yelled, yanking at the rope.
“I don’t believe you.” Wolf pulled the cane back, a threatening whistle filling the room. Diego gritted his teeth and tensed from the anticipation. Wolf whacked him again, and Diego gasped. Hot, stinging tears welled in his eyes as Wolf continued to strike his feet.
“Wolf!” Diego exclaimed. “I’m sorry!” Diego’s face burned with humiliation. He sounded so pitiful. Weak.
Wolf stopped. After a pause, he dragged the cane up and across Diego’s ass. “What are you sorry for?”
Diego let out heavy breaths, but he didn’t speak. He squirmed, body tense, feet raw.
“Give in.” Wolf struck Diego’s ass. “It doesn’t matter how hard you fight back. You’ll never win.”
Diego sobbed. He was at Wolf’s mercy, and Wolf wasn’t going to stop until Diego said those dreaded words.
Wolf pressed the cane tight against Diego’s flesh, waiting a tense moment. The cane whistled from the momentum when Wolf swung it back.
“Okay!” Diego shouted as though his quick interjection would save him from more pain. “I’m sorry for attacking you.”
“That’s not the only thing you did,” Wolf said. The offending weapon crept down Diego’s quivering thighs. The silent threat of more blood and more pain weighed on Diego.
Diego wanted to tell Wolf to go fuck himself. Instead he bit his tongue, knowing it would get him nowhere. Scorching anger surged through him. He didn’t want to cry from frustration, but tears had already stained his cheeks. Even though Wolf had not hit him again, his body ached, like it was begging Diego to give in. He couldn’t take any more of the cane. It was better for Diego to swallow his pride rather than let this suffering continue.
“And I’m sorry for spitting at you,” Diego said, the apology bitter on his tongue.
“Watch your tone with me,” Wolf warned.
Diego braced himself for another hit, but it never came. He nodded and stayed quiet, not wanting to see or feel the dreaded cane again.
CHAPTERFOUR
Wolf spentsome time alone in his office, seated in his chair. He had continued to send his men out to look for Levi, but there was still no trace of his son anywhere. To pass the time, Wolf decided to work, but it was difficult to focus.
The longer Diego stayed in his home the more Wolf felt drawn to him. Even when Wolf kept a distance to give them both a break, he couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Diego rebelled at any chance he got, and that was exciting to Wolf. When Diego was angry, he was still beautiful. When he fought back, it acknowledged how strongly he felt about Wolf. It was a pleasure to teach Diego a lesson and to watch that hard, fit body take each strike. Wolf enjoyed breaking the gangster down and revealing his true submissive nature. Wolf had punished Diego, but he didn’t do it out of a need to control him. It was out of a desire to dominate Diego and to make him submit.
It had been a long time since Wolf had committed to a relationship. He’d had casual flings but nothing to make him want to pursue anyone seriously. For years, the only things that had truly mattered to Wolf were his son and his business. Now Wolf was entertaining the thought of keeping Diego.
Diego was attractive in every way, but it wasn’t just his physical appearance that appealed to Wolf. It was the way that Diego looked at him. The gang leader might try to hide it, but Wolf sensed a mutual desire. Wolf had already made Diego his pet, and now he wanted to claim him. But Wolf would have to be careful with his captive, no matter how badly he wanted to have him. Diego might use sex against him.
The chefs were preparing dinner for the evening, and Wolf wanted Diego to accompany him to the meal. Maybe Diego would think Wolf’s impending offer was a date; Wolf found that oddly humorous. Hours had passed since Wolf had restrained Diego, and now Wolf felt that it had been enough time. He’d give Diego a chance to redeem himself.
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When the punishment was over,Wolf had forced Diego to his bedroom upstairs. Diego was stopped from leaving Wolf’s bed by a handcuff around his wrist. He had sat leaning against the headrest for the entire day, his body throbbing and his feet aching.
The warmly lit bedroom was large with a connecting bathroom and walk-in wardrobe. It had wide-paned windows that looked out into the darkness. Diego chewed on his lower lip, growing agitated. A cigarette would be nice, especially out on the balcony in the cool night air.
This was some sort of mental torture. Wolf was treating Diego like he was nothing more than a captive. Diego didn’t have much energy left; Wolf was purposely weakening him. Wolf was forcing Diego to be reliant on him. Diego didn’t like being dependent on anyone because it made him powerless. As much as Diego hated to acknowledge it, Wolf had dominated him, and Diego had already submitted.
The door opened, and Wolf walked into the bedroom, a riding crop in hand. Diego couldn’t stop his body from involuntarily tensing, and he narrowed his eyes at the weapon.
“And I thought you had forgotten about me,” Diego said, his tone sarcastic.
“How could I? You’re all I think about,” Wolf said, mocking him.
