Page 9 of His Playmate
“I’m going to make sure you regret that,” Wolf said. His grip tightened, and he forced Diego’s head to the side, making him wince from the pressure in his neck. “You’ll learn never to strike at me again.”
Blood seeped out from Diego’s nose and ran down his lips. He tasted iron on his tongue, felt it on his teeth. “You fucking coward,” Diego said, his voice low and menacing. “If that gun had been loaded, you wouldn’t be so lucky.”
Wolf let go of Diego’s hair and punched him again. Blood splattered across the hardwood floor and stained Wolf’s cuff. Diego slumped forward, hair covering his eyes.
“Take him to the guest bedroom and tie him down,” Wolf ordered.
“Yes, boss.” Rex yanked Diego up, keeping his arms behind his back as he dragged him out of the office and to the bedroom.
Rex shoved Diego stomach down on the mattress and tied his wrists to either side of the bedposts with rope. Diego yanked on the bindings, his wrists stinging as he struggled. He looked back in time to watch Wolf walk up to him and yank down his sweatpants and underwear.
“You need discipline,” Wolf said as he tapped a leather riding crop against Diego’s ass, making him jerk.
“You need to let me go,” Diego said, blood dripping down his chin and staining the bedsheet. “I’ll never submit to you.”
Wolf turned his attention to Diego’s scrotum. “You and I both know you will.”
Diego clenched his fists and tried to pull away. When Wolf grabbed his waist with one hand, Diego froze, goosebumps spreading over his body.
“You’re going to tell me what you did wrong, word for word, and you’re going to apologize for it,” Wolf said.
“No.”
When Wolf smacked Diego’s ass, he grunted and jerked against the rope. The burning sensation lingered on Diego’s flesh. Wolf dragged the narrow tip of the riding crop across Diego’s skin and tapped his balls again. “You’ll do as I say.”
“No, I fucking won’t.”
Wolf hit him with the crop again, and Diego writhed.
“It seems like you like this, Diego,” Wolf said, tapping harder. “If you didn’t, then you would have apologized by now.”
“Fuck … you.”
Wolf fisted Diego’s hair and yanked his head back. “Say that again. Give me a reason to get the cane out.”
Diego winced at the sting in his scalp and spat at Wolf, bloody saliva hitting his cheek. With a grimace, Wolf let go of Diego’s hair and wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. He placed the crop down and looked at Rex.
“Get the cane.”
Rex nodded and walked out of the bedroom. After a moment, he came back with a thin wooden cane and handed it to Wolf.
“Bring his feet together and tie his ankles,” Wolf instructed.
Despite Diego struggling, Rex yanked his bare feet together and tied his ankles with rope. Wolf pressed the cane to the middle of Diego’s feet.
“What’s a stupid stick supposed to do?” Diego asked. He knew he shouldn’t push Wolf, but it was too late to back down now.
Wolf slammed the cane over the soles of Diego’s feet three times. Diego howled and thrashed with every hit.
“Are you going to apologize, pet?”
Diego grunted and tried to pull his feet away, but Rex held his legs down.
“I’ll do this until you’re raw and bloody,” Wolf said as he tapped the cane against Diego’s feet. “But you can make it all stop by apologizing to me.”
Diego didn’t want to apologize. He felt foolish for taking the bait and thinking the gun was loaded. He didn’t regret punching Wolf, but the cane stung worse than the belt. He still writhed from the dull throbbing in his feet. “Shit ...”
“What was that?” Wolf held the cane firm against Diego’s feet, hitting him three more times.
