Page 15 of Bloody Savage God
Until a much sharper pain cuts through my skin.
Literally.
“I think you need to pay attention,” Gianna chastises me, her voice sharp. “I don’t appreciate it when you drift off and I feel like my toy is getting bored.”
“Perhaps you need to keep things more interesting then,” I challenge. Something that few men would dare, I’m sure.
Gianna’s mouth curves into a sardonic smile, and I realize I was wrong. She isn’t a kitten, she’s definitely a viper, allowing her prey to get near without them ever realizing they walked too close to danger. And then she gives them her poison.
The sharp slice runs from my belly button down between the V on my crotch to the top of my shaft. And it is definitely bleeding. Drops of blood running down over the top of my cock in red lines.
Perhaps she isn’t wrong. I do need to pay attention. Even more attention than I already paid to her. Because there is nothing hotter than this woman.
My eyes travel up from my blood stained cock to my chest. There, I see what Gianna has been up to, and the sight makes me want to laugh and groan in arousal at the same time.
Red pearly drops outline the letter G, reaching from the middle of my pecs all the way down to my belly button.
She carved a G into my skin. Tagged me in a way more permanent than any of the collars the subs wear out there in the club.
She hardly knows me. Well, actually, she doesn’t know me at all, except for that sick desire inside of me to get her to hurt me, and yet, she has made me hers.
I look up to see her watching me, her expression neutral, as if she doesn’t care that her initial will be visible on my skin for weeks. Like she’s used to owning people and I’m just one of many.
Raising my chin, I stare her down. She might not know it, but I’m a hell of a lot different from any other man she’s ever met. I’ll be the one to claim her. Taking the pain that she gives and using it to feed that looming obsession inside of me.
Except, I can’t tell her who I am, so I’m stuck answering her in kind.
She won’t get a comment about her handy work.
Not a big deal to her? We can play that game.
The slight raising of her own chin is all the answer I get. “Let’s continue, now that I have your attention.” She walks to her bag again and returns with weights that she attaches to the ball stretcher. In the background, the sound of Manowar’s Pleasure Slave plays, the rhythmic beat synchronizing with the pulse of the blood oozing out of the cut on my abdomen.
“These will keep you occupied while I make a quick call. I don’t have much more time for you tonight, but there is one more thing I want to do.”
The gleam in her eyes is enough to ensure I know she has something positively evil planned for me, which I’m only slightly less concerned about than her easy dismissal of our time together.
Picking up the old-fashioned phone attached to the wall next to the door, her eyes stay on me as she speaks. “I need someone to place a glass of ice water in front of playroom two. Just knock. I will get it myself.”
Well, fuck.
“It’s funny how fire and ice can be a lot more disconcerting than a blade, isn’t it?”
“Yes, funny,” I intone, making Gianna laugh.
“You really are fun.”
Before I can answer, a knock sounds at the door and I have to wonder if some pathetic club employee ran all the way here from the bar trying not to spill the water. They certainly would have done so if they knew who we are, but I’m certain Gianna’s membership papers are as fake as my own. Even with their ignorance, it wouldn’t be surprising to see them jumping at her commands. Gianna has that vibe that makes people do what she wants and do it as fast as possible.
“Prepare yourself,” she says jovially as she goes to retrieve the glass of water, reminding me we are alike in many ways. If she wants to get someone’s full attention, she will get it. Without hesitation.
When she walks back in, she comes straight over and I grind my teeth in preparation.Prepare yourselfmight be the only command of her I’m following out of necessity.
She goes back down on one knee and positions the glass under my balls. The ice cubes inside click against the glass, sounding a hell of a lot louder than the music coming through the speakers. When she lifts it up, ice water encases my balls in freezing pain. With the ball stretcher in place, my balls can’t draw up, adding to the pain as my body tries to fight against the metal cage it’s been put in. I would expect even my cock to lose some of its eagerness, but the pain radiates upward, making my shaft pulse with need, even as my flight instinct screams at me in fury. A fucking contradiction, because, yeah, I’m a fucking pervert and the pain does it for me.
Gianna laughs. “Look at how pathetic your cock is for more attention.”
Getting up, yet again, she removes the glass, allowing warm air to move against my sensitive frozen skin. From her bag she gets something that looks a lot like a fly swatter, which, at closer inspection, is exactly what it is.
