Page 29 of Brutal
I’m not going to tell her that it’ll hurt less if she relaxes into it. I don’t care how much it hurts her.
I want it to leave a lasting impression.
The cane swishes through the air as I bring it down on the heel of her other foot. She howls in pain again, and the sound is so intoxicating that I think I might actually be able to calm down if I keep this up.
Every time I hit her, her body arches, and she cries out with more emotion than I’ve heard since the day I bought her. This is what I wanted from her. Not some mindless, obedient automaton. Not a sassy little cunt who enjoys getting hurt. No, I want her raw emotions, the pain and the tears, and I want to know that I’m the one who caused it.
She curls up again, and I bark, “Feet fucking straight, Mimi!”
She sobs, but after a few seconds she extends her feet once more.
“You pull away one more goddamn time, and it’s your cunt I’ll be caning. Understand?” I sort of like the idea, too. I like it a lot. If she’s crying now…
“Got it,” she mumbles, her voice wavering.
Fucking finally.
I don’t think I’ve broken her. Not really. At least, not yet. But I’ve cowed her into submission for now, and the thought of it has my dick pressing hard against the fly of my pants.
I unbutton and unzip them, pulling them down along with my boxer briefs before I climb on the bed behind her.
“Spread your legs,” I order. “And lift that ass in the air before I cane that, too.”
Fuck, this opened up all sorts of possibilities for me. Why have I been holding back?
I’m willing to bet she’d prefer being fucked to being caned more because she obeys immediately. I grab her ass cheeks and spread them, staring down at what belongs to me. I’d fuck her ass, but that would mean stopping to get lube to keep my dick from being rubbed raw.
Instead, I start to shove my way into her cunt. That isn’t much better, but at least I know she’ll get slick soon enough. I grunt at the resistance her body gives me but ignore it in favor of pushing deeper and deeper.
Mimosa buries her head in the pillow, muffling her cries. But I want to hear her. I grab her hair and pull up sharply.
“No hiding those noises from me, Mimi,” I say darkly.
She sobs and makes enticing little noises, while her cunt clenches around me.
I’ve tried to make her cry before. I’ve tried to get into her head. I failed then, but this? This is the way to hurt her.
This is the way to break her.
The only problem is, I don’t know what breaking her would look like. Would I like it? Or would I be disappointed?
Fuck it. Who cares? I have a hot, tight cunt wrapped around my cock while my pretty little slave cries, while she suffers because I inflicted so much pain on her that she can’t stand it.
It’s enough to make me fuck her harder, faster, until my balls tighten and my orgasm barrels into me full force.
Fuck, her tears make everything better.
When I finish and the pounding in my ears subsides, I can hear her soft crying. I pull out of her and roll her onto her back, marveling at her tear-stained face.
“Fuck,” I mutter. I rub one of the tears on her cheeks. “You look good like that, Mimi.”
She blinks, and another tear rolls down.
Then she says, “Your food is burning.”
I scowl at her. “What?”
But now that she says it, I can hear the soft beep of the oven timer going off insistently, and a strange, acrid smell coming from the kitchen.