Page 107 of His Wicked Revenge

“Don’t hold back on me now, Vee.” I slap her with the belt again, and this time, I’m rewarded with a low moan. “I should have known you would enjoy this a little too much.”

Veronica doesn’t speak. Only a moan leaves her mouth at my words. Her eyes are half-lidded, mouth still slightly opened.

When she looks up at me, her pupils are blown out. Desire has taken over her body, which has now begun to tremble just from the three slaps.

Smirking, I tilt my head and look at her in awe. It’s almost like she is in a trance. I lift a hand, brushing my fingers against her cheek. I continue the movement until I slide my fingers through her blonde hair.

She recently got it done again. Her excuse was that she needed it to look good for the wedding, but the truth was that the brown was starting to make her look like her old self.

And we can’t have anyone recognizing her.

The light strands are soft as they slip through my fingers. I can smell the shampoo she uses from here. It’s a mix of lavender and vanilla. The scent consumes me. Not only now but all the time. Since she has been sleeping over every night, she showers here, so the bathroom is heavy in her scent.

But the worst is the bed. The pillow she uses overflows with the scent of her. My sheets no longer smell like the shampoo or body wash I use. The sheets, pillowcase, and comforter all reek of her vanilla and lavender.

Not that I mind.

Her head slightly moves in my hold, bringing me out of my mind. Veronica nuzzles into my hand, taking this moment of stillness to calm herself and bring her back to the feeling of pleasure instead of the pain.

Well, that won’t do. This is supposed to be a punishment, after all.

Snaking my hand around the back of her head, I dig deep into her hair until my fingertips meet her scalp. My fingers constrict around the strands, and I yank hard. Her head falls back, eyes opening more in shock that the brief gentleness is gone.

“Wasn’t that my punishment?” Her voice is soft, shaking with each word she speaks.

The corner of my lips tilts upward, a sharp breath leaving my nose. “You said you wanted a preview.”

“What if I want more?”

“Did you do something that deserves more punishment?” I strengthen my grip on her hair, pulling her head back more.

She grins up at me, a playful expression etched on her face. “I could probably think of something I’ve done today that deserves a punishment.”

“Do you ever behave?”

“Sometimes… for you.” Her eyes go soft for a moment, a twinkle in them that will soon be diminished.

I lean forward, kissing her on the forehead before releasing her hair. Bringing the belt up, I unwrap it from my hand and hold it in front of her face. The last time I used this, I covered her mouth to keep her noises at bay. In a janitor’s closet at the asylum. We couldn’t have people hearing her and finding us.

Instead of sealing her mouth shut because I want to hear her moans, I lift the leather to her eyes. She watches me with confusion, raising her eyes to look at my face.

“Be a good girl and close your eyes.”

The demand comes out gently from my mouth. I’ve learned that Veronica won't disobey me if I make my demands sound a little friendly. Being kind in the midst of being dominant provides me with what I want.

Her not fighting me.

Slowly, Veronica closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. The breath rattles in her chest, rising and falling to the sporadic rhythm of her heart. It doesn’t matter how many times we do this; her reaction is always the same.

With the belt pressed to her eyes, I secure it around the back of her head. She is breathing heavier now, not knowing what is about to happen.

“Leo,” my name leaves her mouth breathlessly.

“Lie back on the bed.”

Her hands leave her thighs, pressing down on the mattress, and then she pushes herself further back. When she finds a spot, her back meets the mattress below her. Her knees stay bent, just the way I want them.

My eyes fall to her hands, where they fidget with the comforter. I chuckle to myself and say, “You nervous, Vee?”