Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
He taps it with the makeshift cane. “Good girl. I won’t make you count. You can focus on breathing and holding your position.” He swings the implement through the air.
I hear the displacement of air a moment before it strikes and I scream like I’m in a horror film.
Stefano’s at my back, a hand wrapped around my mouth to stifle the sound. “Shh, bambina. No screaming. It’s bad for business.” He steps away.
I’m not so brave this time. I twist my ass away from him, hanging from the bonds with all my weight.
“That’s cute, bambina, but I asked you to stay in position.”
Fuck.
He sure did.
I reluctantly put myself back in the humiliating pose. Stefano swings the cane again and a second line of pure fire blooms directly beneath the first.
I choke on my cry.
“Hold still.” Stefano’s tone is sharp, like he’s run out of patience with me. Regrettably, it has the effect of freezing me in position.
He whips me again, and again, neat even lines down my ass that leave me moaning and trembling. Six in all.
And then he’s on his knees behind me, prying my twitching cheeks apart and licking a line from my pussy to anus.
I can barely stand, my legs are so shaky and weak, but it doesn’t matter, the duct tape holds me up against the wall. Stefano moves in front of me and he goes to town on my pussy. His strong hands hold my thighs as he sucks and nips my labia, flicks his tongue over my clit. A moment ago, he was my stern master, punishing me for my disobedience. Now he’s a servant, worshipping between my legs. He devours me like my taste is his ambrosia, like he’s dying of hunger and only my pussy will satisfy.
The burning, throbbing pain becomes only intensity as my flesh swells and blossoms under his ministrations.
“Stefano,” I moan, my hips dancing above him. I won’t last much longer, and he’s not even using his fingers to penetrate me.
He increases his fervor, the stubble on his chin scraping my inner thighs as he works me over.
Stars dance before my eyes and my head swims like I’m going to pass out.
“Stefano!” I scream again, and then I crest the peak, tumbling over the other side into pleasure, release, pleasure.
My pussy clenches on air, spasming around nothing. It’s both satisfying and not enough. I want his cock in me.
And then I’m too weak to stand, falling against the wall, against his body as he kisses my pussy reverentially.
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Stefano
I love the sound of Corey calling out my name just before she comes.
This time I’m the one who feels like crying afterward.
Not that I know what it is to cry. I had that urge beat out of me before I hit the ripe age of six. But my throat and face are tight with what can only be described as sorrow.
I’m wrung out. Maybe it’s guilt from the whipping I gave her. Maybe I can’t stand that she tried to leave me.
I rise slowly, barely fitting between the wall and Corey’s body. I cup her face. “What am I going to do with you?” I ask sadly.
She nuzzles her face against my hand. Her head’s lolling like her neck can’t work to hold it up.
I peer up at her hands and reach behind myself to pry the tape off. Then I tug her to a chair and pull her onto my lap. She comes willingly, leaning her head back on my shoulder as I caress her bare breasts, her inner thighs.
“Why did you leave, Corey?” I have to ask it. It’s fucking killing me. Is she still afraid of me? Does she really still think I’m going to kill her?
“I don’t know,” she sighs. “It’s just… too intense. I can’t stay here locked up with you like this. I’m losing myself.”
My heart stops beating. Then restarts at a jauntier pace. She isn’t afraid of me. She’s afraid of us.
Fuck, so am I, baby. So am I.
“I’m losing myself, too,” I admit, kissing her jaw, her slender neck. “But only cowards run.”
Corey chokes on a laugh and I smile, too.
“Come on, bambina. We’d better get something on your ass before you bruise. I know how delicate redheads are.”
I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bedroom, where I arrange her on her belly. She’s docile as a child now, but a good whipping and orgasm will do that to a woman.
I search in my bathroom for a salve my cousin in Sicily made me and return.
Corey hasn’t moved. She lies prone with her face hidden in the bedspread. My heart shoots into my throat. Is she crying?
I stroke her hair back from her face, and my shoulders ease. Her expression is soft, relaxed. Almost blissful.
Thank fuck.
I take an ample amount of salve and rub it over the cane marks, working it into her skin.