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Each time I give her these types of punishments, a part of me dies. How much longer before there’s nothing left of me?
I grip the handle of the whip tightly and go back to the end of the bed. “You know the drill, Scarlett. Put your chest against the bed and turn your head to the left. Count each lash.”
When she complies, I take a step to the left, making sure her face is visible. My heart pounds in my chest as I raise the whip. Gritting my teeth, I slam my arm forward hard. Scarlett won’t accept anything less. She needs to feel the bite of pain. The more it hurts, the faster her demons recede back to the darkness in her head. The thin tails of the whip land against her lower back.
“One.”
I’m not sure what I hate more; the low pain-filled moan with a hint of pleasure that comes from Scarlett as she counts, or the thin marks left on her back.
It only takes a few seconds for the marks on her back to open up and small red dots to appear. It’s not the leather strips that break the skin, but rather the small metal pieces attached to the tails. Scarlett had the whip custom made.
The first time she asked me to use it on her, I refused. In response, she said she would find someone else. There was no way in hell I was allowing that to happen, so I gave in. Imagining someone else wielding this weapon against her, someone who wouldn’t care about her, had violent thoughts filling my head. I wanted to kill the faceless man.
My jaw twitches when I pull my arm back and swing it forward a second time. As more red dots appear, those from the first strike begin to smear across her back.
“Two,” Scarlett croaks.
Tears steadily stream down her cheeks, and I force myself to ignore them. The sooner I get to five, the sooner it’ll be over.
Two strikes later, her lower back, ass, and upper thighs are covered with red lines and bloody dots. I’m panting and sweat drips down my face and chest. Scarlett simply lays there, taking each lash with barely any notice, except for the small whimpers leaving her lips when she counts each strike.
I hate that she feels she deserves these beatings. This woman should be cherished and loved with a gentle hand, not degraded on her knees while her lover marks her permanently.
After I deliver the fifth strike, I immediately drop the whip to the floor like a hot iron. I feel disgusted at myself, but I know this isn’t over yet.
Knowing and uncaring that it reveals a softness toward her that she won’t welcome, I lay a soft kiss against her spine. Blood coats my lips when I raise my head, and I run my tongue over them to lick it away. Scarlett’s breath hitches as she slowly rises from her hands to sit before me on her knees. She watches me take off the rest of my clothes with wary eyes.
When she makes a move to lay down, I stop her.
“No,” I say, my voice harsh. “Stay there.”
Scarlett took her lashes without showing any signs of real pain, but I know she must be hurting. I’ll be damned if I take her on her back.
Stalking to the side of the bed, I lay back on the mattress. She licks her lips as she takes in my hard cock jutting upward. As fucked up as it may be because of what I just did to her, I’m still hard as a fucking rock. It’s Scarlett. I don’t even have to be around her to want her.
“You got what you wanted with that fucking whip. It’s my turn. You want my cock? You’ll have to take it yourself.”
Her eyes light up with anticipation as she crawls across the bed and throws a leg over my hips. I grab the side of her thong and tear the material away. As she lowers herself, her wet pussy glides across my stiff shaft, causing me to jerk. When she wraps her fingers around the base and guides the tip to her ass, I stop her by grabbing her waist.
“You know that isn’t how this works, Scarlett.” I growl. “You want it in the ass, you give me your pussy first.”
She wants to argue. The words are on the tip of her tongue. But seeing the determination on my face, she decides against it. I’ve never given in on this point, so she knows better than to try anymore.
Notching the head of my cock at her tight entrance, she slowly sinks down. She’s so wet that I slide inside her easily. Her bottom lip is tucked between her teeth, a look of discomfort darkening her eyes. No matter how much pleasure she gets from having me inside her pussy, she won’t allow herself to enjoy it.
I hiss out a harsh breath. She feels like fucking heaven. I’d stay in her tight pussy forever if I could.
She only allows me to fill her pussy for a few strokes before she lifts herself off me. I want to demand we continue the way we are, but I know she needs what comes next. Only the pain of being fucked anally gives her relief.
“Go slow,” I demand.
A look of complete bliss fills Scarlett’s face as the head pops past the tight ring of muscles. Her head tilts back, the tips of her long hair tickling my thighs, and her mouth falls open with a low moan. My hands tense on her thighs because the pleasure is almost more than I can bear.
In the next moment, one I should have foreseen coming, she drops down, taking the full length of my cock in one fucking stroke.
“Fuck, Scarlett,” I growl, moving my hands to her waist to hold her still. “I told you to go slow.”
Her head falls forward, her hair nearly hiding her face from me, and her eyes are filled with pain as they look straight into mine. “I don’t want slow,” she says, a stubborn tilt to her chin. “Slow doesn’t give me what I need. You know fast, hard, and rough is the only way I take it.”
