Chapter 19 Dangerous Games #3
Only a second went by before I heard the sharp sound of the leather cutting through the air, followed by the loud smack it made against the skin of my bare ass. It took an additional second for the pain to finally register, that horrible sting cutting into my flesh and making me gasp aloud.
Darren didn’t even pause between strikes, just continued a constant stream of agony I had no hope of escaping. Each lash was harder than the last until I finally screamed the way I knew he wanted me to.
“There it is,” he drawled, dark satisfaction dripping from his tone.
I sucked in a breath, my chest heaving up and down as my tears began to soak the couch cushion beneath my face.
“Darren, come on. This is a bit mu—” Another strike cut me off, mid-sentence, another scream echoing from my throat.
“Why am I doing this, princess?” he asked, his voice soft, low, and deadly calm.
Panting, I tried to calm my breathing so I could answer him.
“My attitude.” Strike.
“What else?”
More panting, the obnoxious flow of oxygen clouding my brain, but at least the lash was half the strength of the others.
“I was argumentative.” Strike.
“What else?”
I bit my lip, trying to come up with more crimes.
“Cussing.” Strike. Strike. Strike.
I cried out, hating myself for every fucking tear the couch cushion below me was collecting. My legs were shaking, and my heart rattled in my chest.
It had been a long time since my ass burned like this, like it had been torched with hellfire. It was bound to happen sooner or later, regardless of the severity of my offense.
The last four months required Darren to treat me like a fragile little fawn, something he was not accustomed to. He didn’t buy me so he could pamper me with gentle caresses and tender kisses.
I was an outlet. I was a drug. I was the very thing his darkness relied on for crucial release. And he had gone without for too long. He was bound to have withdrawals, so overindulgence was expected. But I was still the one who had to pay the price for it.
When he was finished, Darren set the belt down, sighing with a satisfied hum as he gently ran his hand over my thoroughly abused skin. I tried not to flinch as his hand traveled lower and lower until his long fingers ran along the seam of my wet pussy.
Darren groaned with approval as he dragged the wetness with his fingertips all the way to my swollen clit, causing my whole body to clench with need while I fought back a moan.
“There’s my good girl,” Darren murmured as he rubbed my traitorous arousal over my clit, forcing a needy whimper from my mouth.
I shouldn’t feel the shame that came with my body’s response to Darren’s punishing dominance.
It wasn’t my doing or my fault. He’d trained my dumbass body to respond this way, trained it to get off on his discipline, to need it, to crave it, and to ensure a warm, wet vessel would always be waiting for him at the snap of a finger.
There was no breaking that conditioning, no matter how hard I tried. My pussy had been trained like Pavlov’s dogs, salivating at the mouth for my orgasmic reward for taking my beating like a good girl.
Like he said, I was built for endurance.
Fear spiked in my belly as I heard Darren flip a knife open, but the blade was thankfully only used to slice through the stretchy fabric of my skort and then immediately discarded to the floor.
My body shuddered as the sound of Darren’s zipper caught my ears, his cock quickly breaching the entrance of my pussy, pushing in deep and then quickly pulling back out.
“Ah!” I cried out, tugging uselessly at my restraints.
He fucked me from behind, my wrists and ankles still awkwardly trapped while my bruised ass took another beating from Darren’s hips.
My blood rushed as my orgasm began to build, my body already primed and on edge thanks to his belt.
But just before I could fall over the edge, Darren grabbed my hips and pulled me back until I was sitting on his lap.
The reverse cowgirl position felt awkward as I had to rely entirely on him to keep me from falling over, but Darren didn’t seem all that concerned as he began to bounce me on his dick.
“Ah fuck!” I moaned as the position was so much deeper now, and my ass burned from the new contact.
Reaching around, Darren gripped my throat and hauled my back to his chest until my head was leaning against his shoulder.
The position stretched me so much farther, exposing my clit for his other hand to easily pinch between his two fingers.
I jolted, my core clenching as I came all over Darren’s cock, a wail of pleasure escaping my lips.
A single breath later, he grabbed my hips and spun me around to straddle his front.
With his hands wrapped around my hips and ass, he continued to bounce me on his cock and sent me chasing the coattails of my orgasm.
A few hard and brutal thrusts later, Darren came, a deep groan rolling up his throat as he held me still.
I was panting, my chest heaving as I tried to come down from everything, my head hanging low. Hoping to alleviate some of the burning pressure against my ass, I tried to lift just an inch, but the slightest movement had Darren pinning me back down.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
I shook my head. “Just an inch north,” I answered innocently.
An evil smirk curved in the corner of his lips, his hands snaking back to press his fingertips against the agony of his handiwork.
“Hurting?” he asked suggestively, his tone dark and playful. The tone that left a nervous flutter in my chest.
I gritted my teeth and tensed my shoulders as he cruelly played with my abused skin, running his short nails steadily up and down my ass.
“I gathered that was the point.”
“Do you have anything else you’d like to complain about? Now would be the time.”
“Well, now that you mention it,” I said, taking in a few breaths, my hair hanging loosely over my face. “We could address the impending stir-crazy that’s headed your way.”
Darren tsked. “Sounds like a personal problem.”
I huffed a short laugh. “My problems are your problems.”
His fingers squeezed harder into my skin, causing me to hiss behind gritted teeth. His cock was still unbelievably hard inside me, further adding to my discomfort as I tried to shift.
“And you think being a little brat is the best way to solve those problems?” he asked, a warning in his voice.
I smiled through the pain. “Let’s not pretend how badly you needed that just now. You’ve been a dick all week, so you’re welcome. Now pay a bitch for her services.”
Darren chuckled darkly, the deep rumble making my skin break out in goose bumps. He couldn’t deny that if it were anyone else, he would have been so bored by now, because they would have been dead inside.
Yet here I was, day in and day out, challenging him at every turn, ready for the rumble and tumble, and then getting back up for round two a week later.
He claimed I needed him, but the truth was he needed me far more than I ever would. Any rich asshole could provide me with a life of luxury, but I was the only one who could give Darren what he truly desired and actually survive it. He needed to give credit where credit was fucking due.
Painfully slow, Darren dragged his fingertips from my ass and back to my hips, my jaw clenching to keep from whimpering at the pain.
And then one hand shot out and snatched my throat, squeezing hard and yanking me closer.
His other hand reached up to tuck my loose hair away from my face, and I finally had the strength to meet his gaze.
“You play a dangerous game, little girl,” he growled.
I nodded slightly at the truth. “Your favorite one,” I choked out.
But I knew that eventually this game we played so often would turn deadly, and only one of us was going to walk away alive.
With a snarl, Darren jerked me closer and slammed his lips against mine. He kissed me savagely, his mouth claiming mine while his tongue plundered inside. I surged forward, seizing the opportunity to rise on my knees as far as I was allowed, and pressed myself into him.
It wasn’t long before I found myself flat on my back, Darren’s mouth assaulting my neck as he began to fuck me all over again.