“Please, Master—please paddle me harder!” I squealed and felt my jaw tighten.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The desire was flooding out of Mauro. I felt his cock throb against me each time I begged for more. He paddled me until I screamed, and that wasn’t nearly enough—because I kept asking for him to keep going. My ass burned—agonizing pain ripped through me. Still, I begged for more. The fury was being unleashed, and I felt less wrath in his swings—then they stopped. I looked back at him and asked for the paddle to give me more agony, but he didn’t swing it. There was something else simmering in his eyes—the desire I saw in Reynard’s when he took my virgin body for the first time.
“Should I beg for something else?” I pushed myself against his cock.
“Yes.” He nodded.
He wanted me. The paddle was no longer what I had to beg for. I turned in his lap and straddled him—my lips begging for what was throbbing beneath the fabric prison. I unfastened his pants and as soon as his cock was free, he pulled me onto it and I took every inch as I sank on his length. There was more than just fury in his eyes—it was passion. He—wasn’t like Reynard—not when it came to that. I started to bounce on his cock, leaning forward until my lips were against his ear.
“Please fuck me—please fuck me, Master.” I purred, feeling my own burning desires colliding with his.
He stood and continued thrusting as he took me to the cage. He lowered me down until my back was against the steel and started hammering his cock deep inside my pussy. The pain had tempted his lust—and he wanted my body. I gave it to him. He slammed his cock into me so hard that the cage shook, and the bolts sounded like they were cracking in the marble. I don’t know what it was about Mauro’s lust that was so different from Reynard, but I craved—begged—pleaded for him to keep going.
“Don’t stop, Master—please don’t stop.” I purred into his ear again and a loud gasp echoed from my th
roat.
I took Mauro’s cock—his fury—his passion. He kissed me, lips crushing mine—the first real kiss I had ever experienced. Reynard had never kissed me before, not that I necessarily wanted it. Mauro’s kiss made me crave more. He ravaged my mouth with his tongue while his cock savagely took my pussy. I didn’t care that it hurt. I didn’t care that he wasn’t gentle. I needed to feel my body being driven into the cage. I needed to feel his hands squeeze the punished flesh where the paddle had landed—it just made me beg for him to keep going.
Then he started to throb—and my body was right there with him. My pussy spasmed on his length when my orgasm began. He shot hot, sticky cum deep inside me as his climax consumed him. Then it was over—as soon as it began. He lifted up and pulled himself free. I looked up at him, wondering what he would do next. If he picked up the paddle and demanded that I turn over, I would obey immediately—just so I could feel that passion again.
But he didn’t ask for anything else. He got dressed, picked up the paddle, and left me there on the cage. He didn’t even demand that I get back inside. I wasn’t sure what to do. My head was spinning, and my body felt like it had been wrecked. I stared at the ceiling for several minutes before I sat up. I did the only thing I knew how to do.
I dropped to my knees.
I crawled into the cage.
And I shut the door.
The only thing missing was the darkness, so I buried my face in the pillow and closed my eyes after I put the gag in my mouth.
Reynard
“Everything you were preparing for Mauro to look over, I want it on my desk.” I walked into the office and tapped Abigail’s desk as I walked by.
“Yes sir.” She snapped to attention immediately.
I turned on my laptop, waited for the documents, and instinctively pulled up the camera I had on Lizzy. I hadn’t made it through the night without leaving a piece of myself in the bed we shared. It was supposed to be another promise she fulfilled, but it was more. I took her innocence, and for the first time in my life, I felt a strange draw—an odd connection that didn’t want to let go. I had claimed women before, but it was never meant to last longer than the evening we shared—even if they wanted it to.
Lizzy was different. I could keep her locked in a cage, but I couldn’t very well get rid of her. I was forced to wake up next to her, and even if she was tied to my bed, it still felt different than waking up beside another one of my submissive sluts. Lizzy was no slut—she was no whore. She pretended to be dirty and filthy, but that was just a show. It didn’t matter what kind of degrading things I said to her, the look in her eyes told the real story. Those words hurt her—maybe as much as the punishment did.
I’m not sure I can keep hurting her. No matter how many times I try to tell myself that she’s nothing more than a tool for revenge, I feel myself slipping…
I had to stay focused on my task, even if I wanted to just say fuck Jackson Investments and go back home—and enjoy Lizzy’s body again. There was too much at stake with Josef Weber and whatever it was that he was trying to do. I didn’t believe he could do anything to hurt our company, but I had to make sure of it. Abigail brought me the documents I requested, and I started flipping through them, occasionally looking back at Lizzy in her cage. Until the camera went off—a darkness that immediately caused a surge of concern inside me.
What the fuck?
I thought something happened to my phone at first, but once I loaded up the security system with the camera, I realized that it had been turned off.
Mauro turned off the camera—but why? Oh my god…
I should have recognized the beast burning in Mauro’s eyes when he showed up at my house. He kept it bottled so well that I was blind to it. He was going to play with my toy—and I told him to. I felt a momentary sting of displeasure, but I let my emotions settle. Maybe it was for the better. It would put things back in perspective—she was just a toy in a cage—to be used by either of us at any time. He certainly deserved to let his beast run wild if that was what he needed after Josef Weber’s visit. She was as much his as she was mine.
At least I can get some work done here if I’m not constantly looking at the camera.
I spent an hour going through all the documents, trying to find a pattern—something that looked unusual without causing concern. If Wyatt was somehow working with Josef Weber—if they had an arrangement like he claimed—then it wouldn’t be obvious. Wyatt was too smart for that. It would be something secretive—even if I didn’t understand why. I looked over the deals from the last five years—then looked over them again. Something finally caught my eye—an account that hadn’t made any money—in fact, it always lost money. That would have never been acceptable, but it wouldn’t show up on an audit if it was at the Chicago office.