Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 55277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
"Please, I-"
The cane snapped against her thigh and she yelped. A red, raw mark appeared where I hit her and she whimpered. I was turned on and almost as desperate as she was for me to be inside her. But there was an important difference between Amicia and me—I knew how to control myself, and she didn't.
"Better start walking," I reminded her. "Don't want to get hurt again, do you?"
She looked miserable as she shook her head, but we both knew that would change soon enough. She started moving then, slowly putting one foot in front of the other and coming toward me shakily.
She let out another moan as the rope dug into her skin, teasing her pussy with insufferable friction. I couldn't wait to see the wet traces of her arousal on that rope. My skin bristled with the possibilities of everything I could do to her that night.
"Come on, Kitty," I encouraged her softly. "Keep going."
"No." She shook her head, vehement. "I don't want to. It's too much."
"Did I give you a choice? It wasn't a question," I reminded her. "You signed a contract, remember?"
She just stared back stubbornly, refusing to budge from her position and just glaring at me.
"Remember your friend Capri?" I asked, eyes twinkling darkly. "Remember who she ended up with? Don't you know how lucky you are, Amicia? I could be treating you so much worse... And you'd probably end up loving that, too."
"How dare you," she hissed.
"Watch that mouth." I hit her with the cane again and she shrieked, staring me down, obviously offended. "It will get you in too much trouble. Just be a good girl and keep walking."
"I hate you," she muttered, but along she moved, more and more moans tearing themselves from her lips as she attempted to walk closer to me.
"It's frustrating, isn't it?" I teased her mercilessly. "I bet you're getting so fucking desperate... The rope must be soaked from how dripping wet you are."
She didn't need to tell me she hated me this time—her eyes spoke for themselves. But she kept moving, and I found myself being proud of her as she kept going despite the difficulties. Her cheeks reddened into a dark red color and she looked angry, but she walked. She walked until she finally reached me, collapsing into my arms with a sob while the rope still rubbed her raw, drippy pussy.
"Good girl," I muttered into her hair. "Such a good girl. I'm so proud of you, Kitty."
Gently, I lifted her off the rope. I carried her over to the bed, but when I attempted to climb on it with her, she pushed me away. I was taken aback by her insolence, glaring down at her.
"Are you trying to get yourself punished?" She didn't answer, just stared back with pure hatred. "Ten hits with the cane. You'll count them out loud."
"Fine," she hissed, positioning herself on her belly and exposing her toned ass. "Do it if you must."
I didn't like the sudden bratty streak she'd seemed to develop, but I was certain ten hits with the cane would beat it right out of her. I started hitting her and she counted with gritted teeth. She didn't cry. She didn't beg me to stop. But when we were done, pure anger radiated from her body like warmth.
"Still hate me?" I asked her. No answer, again. "Kitty. You need to speak to me. Don't forget about the money."
"How could I?" she asked. Obviously I'd struck a nerve. "You bring it up all the time. And if this is all about the money to you, well, then-"
"Who said it was all about money to me?"
"I..." She kept glaring at me, still angry. "I know you-"
"No, you don't know anything," I interrupted. "You just think. But you don't have to think anymore. In fact, I'll make it really easy for you. Get on your back."
"But it will hurt and-"
"Get. On. Your. Back."
Teeth digging into her bottom lip, she considered her options. Soon enough, she turned around, wincing when she lay on her front. I applied salve to the marks I left on her then, carefully rubbing the red spots where the cane had hit her.
"Is that better? Can you tell I care now?" I asked.
She turned to look at me over her shoulder. "You haven't even fucked me."
"In your world, fucking means I care?" I chuckled. "I'll fuck you, Kitty. If that's what you really want."
She swallowed thickly, eyes drinking me in. Finally, she nodded without saying another word. I smirked at her.
"I should have known."
I stripped the bow off her body and she shivered beneath my touch, raw nerve endings fraying at the thought of me being inside her. But I took my time, torturing her more and more with each second that passed and I didn't give her what she was so desperate for.