Chapter 12 #2
Wrath had never been a gentle lover, not for certain fragile women, but on this night, he wanted everything to be perfect.
Taking his time, he slid inside inch by inch, waiting as her ass muscles relaxed.
Only when he was fully inside did he begin to drive in and out.
He straddled her legs, using his thigh muscles to plunge in an orchestrated fashion.
“Oh…” She tensed, trying to arch her back but her look of anguish moved into one of raw ecstasy.
Smacking her bottom several times, he could see the smile curling on her lips.
He continued to pump in slow and easy strokes, relishing in the increased tightness, the heat.
His balls were already swollen, filled with cum, hungry to explode.
There was no chance of lasting long. With every stroke, every plunge, he was unable to take his eyes off of her.
As the approaching orgasm set jolts of current down the back of his legs, he felt her squeeze and could hold back no longer.
As stars floated in front of his eyes, the pure bliss driving straight into his soul, he was forced to look away.
For there was no doubt. This woman was going to be his demise.
In a dreamlike state, Sophia unclenched her hands, her breathing returning to normal.
She refused to accept the realization that she was handcuffed to a monster’s bed.
This was surreal, allowing her to float into a moment of true nirvana.
When he left the bed, she turned her head, watching as he walked into the bathroom.
The sound of running water couldn’t have been more surprising.
As Wrath walked out of the bathroom, a washcloth in his hand, he gave her a nod, one of approval. Remaining silent, he gently wiped cum off her ass cheeks, rubbing up and down.
She spread her legs as he caressed her skin, holding her breath. Why would such a violent man take such care of her? There was no answer, no understanding, but his mask had completely fallen away.
“Now, my sweet Sophia. Rest. I’ll be right back.”
The fact he was leaving the room send a series of terrifying tremors down from her spine to the back of her legs.
Where the hell was he going? Was he going to leave her here?
She sucked in her breath, listening for any sounds.
Then she began to count, to try to keep track of time.
After two minutes, she continued to rationalize what he was doing.
After four, she found it difficult to breathe.
After seven, panic set in.
Rattling her bindings, she craned her neck in order to see how in the fuck she was going to get herself out of this predicament. What a fool she’d been. Struggling, she did her best to crawl up the comforter, using her legs as leverage.
“None of that,” his voice boomed into the bedroom space.
A sigh of relief was followed by a single hiss. “I thought you’d left.”
“I made you a promise, one I intend to keep. Time for your real punishment.”
She was unable to see him, unable to tell what he was doing. When she was allowed a quick glimpse, she clamped her mouth shut. Ginger. The motherfucker was going to shove ginger up her ass. What. The. Hell?
“Methods of pain are often misguided. It’s not always about the force used, my sweet Sophia. Something as simple as figging can be so powerful. I’m certain you would agree.” He emitted a slight chuckle.
“Yes, sir.” The words were said through clenched teeth to the point she was surprised they were even recognizable.
She’d read about figging before, even purchased a stalk one time at the grocery store, peeling it exactly as she’d seen on the internet.
But she’d never had the guts to try something so… daunting.
Terrifying.
Delicious.
She automatically clenched her ass cheeks as he crawled onto the bed.
Wrath exhaled. “Relax, sweet Sophia.”
Wrinkling her nose, she attempted to obey as he pushed the tip of the ginger against her puckered hole. The slide inside was done with relative ease. Experiencing zero sensations, she breathed out.
“I’ll be back in fifteen minutes and don’t worry, my lovely one. I will return. Have faith. Perhaps a little trust.”
Faith. Right. She had very little faith in anything. But for some insane reason, she believed him.
During the next few minutes, she felt nothing different, no burning sensations of any kind.
The moment she clenched her ass cheeks, she moaned, a biting sting jetting into the very core of her being.
“Shit.” She no longer cared if he heard her exclamation.
Wiggling, she tried to concentrate on keeping her asshole relaxed, willing her muscles to cooperate, but damn them.
With a foreign object inserted in her ass, all she did was clamp down, whimper, relax, repeat. This was going to be horrible.
After what had to be a very long five minutes, she was so anxious she had difficulty breathing. She wanted to call out, but in her mind, that would indicate defeat. Jesus. Was her mind even able to rationalize any longer?
“Fifteen minutes on the nose. I think you’re ready and I have a very special implement I’m going to use.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she could just make out the long, thin reed. A cane. He was going to whip her with a cane. Tears sprang to her eyes. “I…”
“Ssshhh… This is going to hurt, but it’s so well deserved. Don’t you think, my sweet?” Wrath moved into position, standing just off to the side.
Sophia was able to see his face, his lust-filled eyes. This was keeping him on edge, no doubt his cock thick and pulsing. She held her breath as he swung the cane, snapping the end against the bed. Every cell in her body tingled with anticipation. Sweet Jesus.
“Twenty, I believe on this lovely evening.”
Even his accent seemed thicker. She fisted her hands and the action made her clench her ass muscles the second he snapped his wrist, the reed striking her on the sweet spot. “Fuck!”
“No cursing,” he commanded then cracked once, twice again.
Pain tore through every muscle, forcing her to jerk, every muscle in her body tense. The stinging sensation turned into burning and all she could do was pant as her entire body reacted in a violent manner.
But her pussy clenched as if this was exactly what she craved.
She expected to feel the same level of humiliation as before, but instead, she was almost gleeful, accepting her punishment.
Wrath snapped his wrist, striking her several times in rapid succession.
She was forced to bite back a series of expletives, praying to some freaking God this would be over soon.
He tapped her ass with the cane then swung again, hitting her on the very tops of her thighs.
“Oh… God!” The scream was full blown. When she heard the whooshing sound again, she no longer cared about the ginger burning her asshole.
Every strike in a tight rhythm, he peppered her ass over and over again. Resting, he rubbed her ass cheeks, checking the position of the ginger, twisting the piece back and forth. “You’re doing very well.”
“Please, get this over with. Sir!” Clenching and unclenching her hands, tears slid from both eyes.
“We’re almost finished,” he murmured and ran the cane through his hand, allowing her to see his action.
Huffing, she turned her head the other way, doing everything she could to mentally prepare.
Wrath didn’t keep her waiting long. He issued the final strikes with a swift precision. “Excellent. You have a high threshold for pain.”
She resisted cursing, mumbling or otherwise telling him the fuck off.
She only wanted the damn ginger removed from her asshole.
The second he tugged on the naked root, giving her relief, she let out a distinct sobbing sound.
Submitting to the assassin was… She almost laughed at the thought. There were no words that came to mind.
“Now, I think it’s time to introduce you to an ass plug, which you will wear at all times.”
His voice seemed to echo, creating vibrations jetting through every muscle and cell. An ass plug? Was he kidding?
“We’ll increase the size as I see fit,” he muttered, allowing her to see the gleaming silver implement he held in his hand.
The jeweled end seemed luminescent in the moonlight, drawing her eyes toward the ruby red surface. She bit her inner cheek, holding back yet another moan.
He tapped her bottom before wiggling the tapered end of the piece between her ass cheeks.
Sophia clenched her fists as he slipped the plug inside, her ass muscles immediately clenching around the foreign invasion. The metal was cool, yet intrusive and the lingering effects of the ginger prominent enough she whimpered.
“I’ll return soon, my sweet Sophia.”
Whether or not his voice was meant to be soothing she wasn’t certain. What she did hear was a tone full of tension. When he left the room, her instinct told her that the deal he’d made was about to be forfeited.
Another slice of fear trickled into her system and this time, it had everything to do with the man she was falling in love with.
What in God’s name was she supposed to do?
Wrath knew better than attempt to make a phone call with Sophia in the house, other than if she was locked in or shackled.
Their frank conversation had placed a nagging in the back of his mind, one that needed affirmation.
After sliding into his pants, he moved to the study, dialing his father.
At this point, he didn’t give a shit what time it was.
Her knowledge base was far too significant regarding the Dark Haven.
This particular phone was a burner, one that was untraceable. His father’s loyalty was placed with the consortium first, his family a distant second. When the man answered, he clenched his fist. “Benedetto.”
“To break protocol must mean this is important, Ricardo. I do not take kindly to being awakened.”
His father’s voice was gruff as usual, but this wasn’t a social call. “Call off the dogs.” The hesitation in Benedetto’s voice meant his instincts were correct.