22. Chapter 22
Chapter 22
Martina
“ L et’s do some old fashioned spanking then.”
Vincent unties me from the showerhead and throws me over his shoulder. Stepping out of the shower, he programs the Jacuzzi bathtub to fill with water, then sits down at the edge of the tub. He positions me over his lap.
Without the steam from the shower wrapping me, I feel cool as water continues to drip from my body onto the bathroom floor.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he says. “You can either tell me your real name, or you can submit to the spanking.”
With the pair of panties still stuffed in my mouth, all I can do is shake my head.
He holds me down by my neck, his firm grip making it feel that I might break my neck if I move too much.
Whack!
I yelp as his hand connects with my ass. My cheeks burn as much as my bottom. At least it’s not nearly as painful as the cane he used on me the first day. But there is something particularly humiliating to being splayed across his lap like a child when I’m a grown woman.
Whack!
It’s a sharp sting compared to the beating from the wet shirt.
“Such a spankable ass to go with your fuckable pussy,” he says.
I don’t need the commentary. Let’s just get this over with, you son of a bitch.
At the same time, my body is still buzzing with arousal, more so when I feel his cock poking at my side. He didn’t say I wouldn’t get fucked after the spanking, so that’s something potentially to look forward to.
Whack!
Another painful slap stings my already sore bottom. I bite into the panties.
He rubs an ass cheek. “Your skin heals fast. The marks and bruising from before have already faded. We should put some color back in.”
He delivers an extra hard smack. Tears prick my eyes as I try to suppress my cries.
When he raises his hand again, my body instinctively tries to wriggle away, but Vincent’s grip is too strong, too unyielding.
My legs flail and I grunt loudly into the panties with the next smack. I try to roll of him, but his hand tightens against my neck.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
I gasp and feel like I’m about to suck part of the panties down my throat.
“Enjoying your spanking?” he asks. His hand reaches between my legs to find increased moisture there. “Thought so.”
He caresses me for a few beautiful minutes. My body seems to be an unending fountain for him as he entices more of my juices to flow.
He goes back to spanking. I’m sure my ass is an angry red by now, but my mind isn’t just fixated on the pain. I’ll endure more spanking if he’ll just touch me again.
“Has my pet learned her lesson?” he asks.
I nod.
“Let’s be sure.”
He wallops me harder, faster. My ass feels like it’s on fire.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I mumble.
As if he understands me through the panties, he replies, “Good pet.”
My body flutters when he returns to fondling me. So good. It feels so good.
His fingers enter me, parting my folds and finding the spot inside that makes me shudder. Pleasure sings within me.
Slowly, methodically, his fingers stir both rapture and craving. The spanking was worth it for this, even helped it. I’m more desperate than ever to find release, so I savor each stroke, each swell of bliss to the max.
But it’s too good to last. Vincent withdraws his fingers. He pulls me to my feet by my neck.
Will I not get to come? I glance at his cock and note how super hard it looks. He’s going to want to take care of that, which means this isn’t over.
“Into the tub,” he instructs, still holding me by the neck.
The water has filled the entire tub and shut off on its own. I step in and relish the comforting warmth. He sits down in the middle of the tub. I follow because he’s still holding onto my neck. Taking the blouse still tied around my wrists, he wrings out some of the water and uses it to pull my hands behind my head. He then uses the blouse to secure my wrists to my neck. With my arms pulled back, my breasts lift and protrude.
Grasping my leg, he positions me so that I straddle him. I’m on my knees, so my tits are right at the level of his face. He cups them and runs his thumbs over the nipples. I grunt into the panties, which are drying out my mouth even though they’re damp. But I don’t want to miss out on the opportunity to get fucked right now.
He continues to play gently with my nipples, tugging and lightly pinching. My nipples have been extra sensitive from all that they’ve suffered. I expect him at any moment to tug harder, pinch harder, torment harder. Instead, he keeps the sensation from tipping over into pain. His gaze seems to drink in every reaction of mine. The look is different, though the lust swimming in his eyes are the same.
When he closes his mouth over a nipple, I start to tremble. His tongue brushes my nipple, sending shivers to the area between my legs. His tongue swirls over the bud. My pussy pulses. He sucks the nipple.
Not too hard, I pray. Or maybe a little harder.
Grabbing my hips, he grinds me against his crotch. The pressure feeds the tension of desire within me. When he sucks harder, I no longer mind.
His cock comes teasingly close to entering me. If I can just lift myself higher…
He deepens his assault on my nipple while crushing our bodies more forcefully against each other.
Then, in one swift movement, his cock finds its target and plunges into me. I close my eyes at how glorious it feels.
Holding me still, he lets me savor the thickness filling me. His cocks flexes against me. My pussy responds back, and I catch a slight hitch in his breath.
With a growl, he bucks his hips up into me while pulling me down. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. I work with his movements, angling myself to press as much of me to him as possible.
“That’s it, ride my cock, baby girl,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.
My arousal spikes. I’m so turned on, it actually doesn’t bother me when he calls me “baby girl.”
I rock myself against him with growing urgency. He responds by increasing the force and speed of his thrusts until we’re both lost in wild desperation.
The water sloshes around us, some of it spilling out of the tub as our bodies crash over and over into each other. My climax looms large over me. I hesitate. Can I handle it?
As I try to get my bearings, he shoves into me more powerfully. I can’t stop him. I’m barreling head-first towards my orgasm.
“Come on, baby girl, come for Daddy,” he urges, bucking fast and furious.
His words hurl me over the edge. I release a sobbing scream into the panties as my body shakes violently. I would have convulsed off his cock if he weren’t still holding onto me. I have no control over my body. It’s like an earthquake inside me trying to break free, and it’s every bit as magnificent and overwhelming as I feared.
Vincent grunts as he pumps furiously into me. If I weren’t awash in euphoria, it would have been more than I can take. With a roar, he stabs deep into me. His knot swells in me. My eyes roll to the back of my head. I feel his hot seed filling me.
When we both come down from the heights of our ecstasy, my heart is still beating intensely. His cock continues to throbs inside me, and I become conscious of how sore my legs feel and how uncomfortable it is to kneel in the tub.
He pulls out the panties and unties the blouse from me. I collapse against him. I don’t intend to, but I feel spent. Tenderly, he brushes the back of my head with his hand.
“You did good, baby girl,” he praises.
It’s the first compliment he’s given me, I think.
Why should I care about such a thing? I’m not his baby girl. Though maybe that’s an upgrade from pet?
“Water,” I whisper.
He eases me off him and turns on the cold water. Using his hand as a cup, he collects the water and holds it out to me. I drink. It tastes refreshing .
“I can get a glass,” he says. “Cup.”
This bathroom probably normally has glass cups, but for me, there are only plastic cups.
“I’m fine,” I say.
He turns off the cold water and sits back against the tub, pulling me with him. Reaching over, he turns on the jets.
I lay with my back against his chest. My pussy is sore, but I’m happy I got to come. For the first time, I feel at ease being with Vincent. He seems like a different person at the moment. He didn’t have to let me come. He didn’t have to get me sushi. He could have kept me alive enough to sell me at a decent price. And why would someone as wealthy as Vincent even need to worry about getting top dollar for someone like me?
It doesn’t make up for what he did to me, of course. In fact, I probably shouldn’t even be grateful for the better treatment. It might lead to some form of Stockholm syndrome .
But for the time being, I’m too tired to fight myself. I let him wrap his arms around me. It shouldn’t feel good, yet it does. He must have fucked my mind over good, made me so desperate and discombobulated that I could actually find comfort in the arms of my enemy.
His hand drifts down between my legs. I feel his middle finger glide along my clit. I sigh softly.
“How’s my pet’s pussy doing?” he inquires after several minutes.
“Okay,” I murmur. My body hums with the embers of desire.
“Is it up for more?”
My eyes open wide as my body tenses. More? Is the buyer here? Is he planning on inviting over his bodyguards? Although arousal is simmering within me, I don’t know that I’m up for much more action, especially a Vincent-style fucking.
“No? Then let’s try this,” he says.
He changes position so that I’m facing the wall of the tub. Prying my legs open, he holds me in front of one of the jets. The water hits my sex with a constant thumping. I writhe against Vincent as tension in my groin mounts.
Given how tired I felt, I’m surprised I react so quickly. This feels amazing. He moves me closer. I start to gasp and babble incoherently. Too much, too much!
I strain against him. My arms flail, seeking to grab onto something. But he holds me in place.
“Don’t fight it,” he instructs.
As soon as I give in, my body explodes with another orgasm. My back arches and my legs spasm like they want to come off my body. I can’t escape the pressure throttling my sex, forcing my climax to last and last and last.
Finally, Vincent pulls me away. The blood at my pussy continues to pound like crazy. I hold onto Vincent’s arm, feeling like I’ll slip under the water if I don’t. I’ve splashed a good amount of water onto my face and use my free hand to wipe it out of my eyes .
I lay atop his chest once more, this time with my head against his shoulder. He cradles me in his arms, and another shudder releases through my body.
“Holy shit,” I murmur.
“Did that feel good for Daddy’s baby girl?”
I close my eyes and draw in a long breath. “You’re not my daddy.”
Feeling fatigued, I don’t make out his response. He’ll probably punish me for not answering, but for now, I enjoy the rise and fall of his chest, the heat of the water, the security of his embrace.
I don’t know how long we stay like that, but at some point he carries me out of the tub. With me in his arms, he grabs a towel, lays it on the bed and places me atop it. He dries me off, then slides me under the covers.
I don’t know where he goes after that. All I want is to sleep.
Which isn’t great because in my sleep, I’m back at home in Miami. And the gunmen are there .
“No, no, don’t!” I beg them.
They ignore me and unleash a rain of bullets.
“No, Bella, no!” I scream as I watch her bloody body fall to the ground.
The bullets continue to fly by, but they don’t hit me.
I fall to my knees and start shaking my sister. “Bella! Bella!”
Turning to the gunmen, I plead. “Stop it! Stop it!”
Pain, sadness and fear fill me, squeezing out the air. “No, no, no! Not again!”
I see bullets heading toward me, but they don’t pierce me. I feel a set of arms around me. Are they an invisible shield protecting me?
“No, no!” I continue to sob.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay.”
Who’s saying that?
“No…” I groan. My sister, my family…
“Shhh. It’s okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
I feel the pressure inside me fade. I can breathe better.
“You’re okay… You’re okay.”
The nightmare ends, and the rest of my sleep is blackness.
When I wake, my room is quiet. Vincent is gone. The clock on the bedside table shows that it’s a quarter past eight in the morning. I sit up and reach for the remote that controls the blinds. That’s when I notice a bunch of pills beside the bed. One packet looks like a month’s supply of birth control. The other packet is labeled Plan B. Did Vincent have these placed here for me? It must be. No one does anything without his okay.
There’s also a bottle of pills. I read the label, expecting another birth control option. But it’s not.
It’s a bottle of omega blockers.