Cruel Vows

“I’m glad you dressed appropriately for this,” he says, almost reading my mind. I feel him lift the hem of my skirt and then his rough palms slide over my skin. “I’m going to make you wish you didn’t smash that Rolex, baby.”

And then I feel the excruciating pain of his whip against my ass, rendering my mind blank. The pain is different from anything I’ve experienced before. A cutting, stinging sensation that makes my whole body shudder. Massimo doesn’t give me a chance to recover, slamming the whip into my other ass cheek. I scream this time, the pain almost too much to bear.

“You’ll learn that every action of yours has consequences, Paisley.” His voice is quiet and yet threatening. “I won’t tolerate bratty and destructive behavior now or when we’re married.”

I jolt forward as he slices the whip into my skin again, but this time, the pain feels good. It’s a confusing truth, but every impact of the whip makes me wetter, even with this fucking belt on. I’ve read somewhere that pain and pleasure aren’t so different, curious about why some women like to be spanked or hurt during sex. The pain releases endorphins in an attempt to block it, which can have a pleasurable effect for some. I think the link between pain and pleasure is tangible, and right now I’m experiencing it.

“I’m not the kind of man who takes disobedience very well.” He rubs his calloused palms over my stinging skin and it makes my nipples harden. “And I love seeing your beautiful ass red like this.” His fingers run down the seam of my panties. “And I love feeling your pussy wet from pain.”

He continues his assault; the whip slicing into my skin repeatedly. The pain is so intense and yet I crave it more, groaning with every impact. My nipples are hard, my pussy is wet, and I feel like I could come apart from the pain alone, which would be a satisfying relief from all the torture he’s put me through.

“You take your punishment so well, Paisley.” He slices my skin again and I’m sure I won’t be able to stop myself much longer. “Perhaps this is exactly what you wanted when you destroyed my fifty-thousand dollar watch.”

My stomach flips at the value of it. Perhaps I should have stolen it rather than destroyed it. I bite my bottom lip, unable to come back with a retort, as right now I’m lost in the sensations he’s giving me. This feels more like a reward than a punishment.

I freeze when I feel him slide the key into the chastity device and pull it out of me and down my legs, chucking it onto the bed, so I’m exposed to him.

Massimo growls softly and then buries his face between my legs. The sudden switch from pain to pleasure tears me apart immediately. My thighs quiver, my back arches, and I moan louder than I’ve ever moaned. Every nerve ending in my body lights on fire as he pushes me over the edge, tumbling with no end in sight. “Fuck, yes,” I cry, grinding my hips as I want the pleasure to continue forever. It’s cataclysmic and I can’t even think straight as my orgasm washes over me and a flood of liquid gushes out of my pussy.

Massimo growls and licks up every drop before sliding two fingers inside of me. “You weren’t supposed to come.”

I glare at him over my shoulder. “Then why did you make me?”

“I didn’t know you were such a pain slut.”

His words should be offensive, but right now, hearing this man call me that makes me tingle with need and ache deep down. I hate that he’s put me in this position and yet I’m enjoying every second of this, which makes no logical sense. Nothing has made any sense ever since this beast of a man kidnapped me away from everyone and everything I knew and locked me away in his room.

His jaw clenches. “Although I enjoyed watching you come. I bet you’ll look fucking stunning coming on my cock.”

My entire body coils with need at his words, and yet that’s not what I want. This man doesn’t deserve to take my virginity, not after everything he’s done. It’s as if I’m split in two. A half of me just wants to fight him every step of the way. The other half wants to submit to him and accept the pain and pleasure he so expertly doles out.

“Have I finally struck a nerve? You are awful quiet.”

“No,” I reply, but my answer is unconvincing, even to my ears.

“I don’t believe you.” He pulls his finger out of me and flips me onto my back, crawling over me. Those dark, demon like eyes glaring down at me with an intensity that both frightens and excites. “You can’t stop thinking about the moment I finally fill that virgin cunt and take what is mine. I see it in your eyes, even when you try to convince yourself you don’t want me.” His lips descend on mine in a harsh, possessive kiss that steals the air from my lungs.

The weight of his body bearing down on me, trapping me against the soft mattress below. I try to push him off, but he’s too heavy and strong. When he finally breaks the kiss, he smiles devilishly at me. “Sweet dreams, Paisley. I’ve got somewhere to be.” With that, he slides the chastity device back onto me and locks it, pushing off me and walking out of the bedroom, leaving me reeling.

My ass still stings as I try to get up, groaning at the pain.

A full-length mirror is affixed to the far wall and I get up, going over to it. I bite my bottom lip between my teeth, apprehensive to witness the damage he did. And then I turn, gasping softly when I see the angry raised red welts across both ass cheeks. It should terrify me, seeing what he did. Instead, I clench my thighs together and try to stop that burning need from returning.

Massimo Morrone is the devil in disguise and right now, he’s making me question my sanity.