Page 47 of Madness

Her breath hitched, but she lifted up and sat down on the table. She looked even smaller, with her feet dangling above the floor. Her knuckles gripped the wood as her thighs clenched together. I’d let her hide for now.

My gaze penetrated her as I reached for my belt. My pants were still unbuttoned, and my cock strained against my boxer briefs. There was no point in hiding it. She’d seen it, sucked it, and she knew I wanted her. I pulled my belt from the loops and wrapped it around my hand.

“What are you doing?” Her eyes locked in on the belt in my hand as if she could stop me as long as it was in her sight.

“Punishing you.”

“I thought you would spank me again.” She whispered. I could smell her fear and desire. It was the most intoxicating thing. Well, second to the scent of Kincaid.

“That punishment didn’t get the desired results, little dove.”

“What result was that?”

I stepped forward and wrapped my free hand around her throat again. I didn’t cut off her air. I only wanted to feel her. My thumb brushed her plump lips. Her tongue came out and licked me. I narrowed my eyes at her.

Why had she done that? She knew now that I saw through what she’d tried to do. She confused me, and I didn’t like it. She was poking holes in my plans.

“You broken and begging for me.” I whispered. “Lay down.”

Kincaid closed her eyes, and I thought she might cry again. I’d take her tears. I wanted to bottle each one of them up and drink them. I wanted her tears to fuel me. I wanted her to be deep in my body. All of her.

She laid back, and I paused to enjoy the view again. My cock twitched, telling me to slam into her. That I could break her that way. Tear into her pussy until she cried for me, bled for me. But I knew it would take more than that.

“Arms above your head.” She moved slowly as if she could stop what was coming. “Count.”

I brought the belt down on her breasts, hitting her tight nipples. Kincaid’s body jolted, and her mouth parted on a wordless scream.

“One.” I watched as the red mark faded from her skin. I hadn’t hit her hard enough to make it stay. But it was enough to have my blood roaring through my veins.

The leather made a satisfying slap as I hit her skin again. “Two.”

“Open your eyes and watch.”I wanted to see the pain and pleasure in her expression.

“How many more?” She asked, but she didn’t look at me. I slapped her twice more in quick succession. “Three…Four.”

“I was only going to give you four, but the longer you keep your eyes closed, the more you’ll get.” She pressed her lips together and rocked her head back and forth on the table. “Is that what you want? You are a little slut for pain.”

I whipped her skin again, and this time, Kincaid shrieked as the hit came down harder. The demon inside me smiled at the sound.

“Five.” She whimpered, but she wouldn’t open her damn eyes.

I hit her again and again, trying to find satisfaction in her scream of pain. In her moans of pleasure. In the red welts on her porcelain skin. But I couldn’t.

I was turned on as fuck, and my cock was pissed off. But rage shoved the lust aside. She wasn’t breaking. She wasn’t looking at me. What the hell was wrong with her?

She was a drug. An addiction. I needed to rid myself of her. I needed to break her before I couldn’t stand to be without her. Before, I couldn’t walk away.

“Open your damn eyes, Kincaid, or I won’t stop.” I growled as I hit her again. The sharp slap on her skin bouncing off the walls. “I’ll make you fucking bleed. I’ll watch all the blood pour from your body if you don’t fucking look at me.”

“Ten.” She moaned. “Do it. I’m not afraid to die. You don’t own me. I’m not a whore.”

My control snapped. I threw the belt away and stalked towards the table. I wrapped both hands around her throat and squeezed. Finally, I saw those wintery eyes. But there wasn’t the horror I expected to see. Instead, they had that same soft look she had when she’d blown me.

“You want to see fucking ownership. I own this body. It comes only for me.”

I released her as I dropped to my knees. I wrenched her legs apart, my fingers digging into the soft skin of her thighs. I stared at her dripping wet cunt. It was so pink and perfect. Begging for me. Her legs shook, trying to close, but she couldn’t get past my hold or my larger body.

“This sweet pussy is making a mess all over my table. You can pretend all you want. Close your eyes. Refuse to say my name, but this—” I shoved my fingers inside her, and a sense of relief passed through me as she moaned and clenched around me. “Tells me the truth. You’ll break for me. You’ll fall apart in my mouth.”