Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(45)

The crop smacked against her skin, again and again, painting her behind with red marks. I was gentle at first, but the strikes got harder, leaving darker marks each time until they turned into little welts. Her breathing was heavy, and she kept making these little whimpering noises, but not once did she tell me she didn’t want it. She didn’t tell me it was too much or to stop. She knew she could, but my girl was so fucking brave and strong.

When her behind was suitably red and raw, I moved to her thighs. Then she cried out, lurching forward after I pulled the crop back. I ignored her new sounds of pain whilst I continued to punish her skin.

“Fuck,” she yelled a minute later, her elbows buckling.

“Too much for you, little wisp?” I asked, pausing for a moment whilst she caught her breath.

She shook her head before resting it on her hands.

“No. No, it’s not.”

I ran the crop over her raw skin, making her hiss.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m not going to lie. It fucking hurts, Drake, but I want it. I want you to make me scream from the pain.”

I removed the crop and leant down, pressing a kiss to her abused skin.

“I’ll make it better afterwards. Good girls get to come.”

She trembled as I pressed more kisses to her red, welted behind. And to reward her for being such a good girl for me, I slid my tongue along her rather wet little pussy, curling my tongue around her clit a few times.

“Oh god,” she whined.

“God isn’t here,” I murmured. “Just Death and he isn’t remotely merciful.”

That only made her moan more as I continued to lick her clit. She pressed back into my mouth like it was instinctual to seek me out. I curled my free hand around her hip, holding her in place.

“You’re… you’re going to make me come if you don’t stop now.”

I pulled back, watching her raise her head from her hands and take a long breath.

“Is pain your drug of choice, little wisp?”

“Yes, sir.”

I straightened, gripping the crop in my fist and getting ready to start again. My fingers released her hip. I stood back, giving myself room. The first strike across her thigh made her cry out as if she wasn’t ready, but she gripped the covers and kept her eyes on the headboard.

Such an obedient little brat.

The crescendo of her cries grew louder as I continued to assault her red skin with the crop. She’d told me to make her scream. I hit her harder, making welts appear on her thighs. I didn’t want to break her skin, but I was getting close to doing so.

“Fuck,” she screeched, lurching forward again as I hit a particularly sore spot for her. “No more, please… please, no more.”

I ran the crop over the seam of her pussy, coating it in her arousal. It glistened when I pulled it away. I moved closer and shoved it in her face.

“This says otherwise, little wisp. You want me to hurt you.”

“I hate that you’re right.”

I dropped the crop and knelt on the bed instead, leaning over her and kissing her shoulder.

“I think my good girl has been tortured enough, don’t you?”

“If you say so, sir.”

I clasped her chin between my fingers and turned her face, finding it tear-streaked along with her teeth digging into her bottom lip.

“I’ll make it hurt in other ways,” I whispered in her ear before I dragged my teeth over the lobe. “Just think of how much it will burn every time my skin meets yours whilst I fuck you.”

Her whole body shook. I couldn’t hide my smile as I released her and straightened again. Reaching over to my drawer, I pulled it open and extracted lube. I’d told Scarlett one of her punishments would include me making her little behind raw before I fucked her tight little arse. It was time to deliver on it.

I gripped her arse, making her cry out with the pain as I exposed her little hole to my view. Flipping the cap with my thumb, I dribbled it down over her. I set the lube down and rubbed it in, making her jerk under my touch. Whilst this might be a punishment for her, I wasn’t going to skimp out on preparing her to take me. Scarlett had got used to being fucked six ways from Sunday, so she didn’t need as long, but I never liked to risk things. I worked her up until she could take three fingers with ease. She was whimpering and bucking in my grasp, her red flesh so fucking enticing. I’d take care of it when we were done, making sure I looked after her.

I let go of her to coat my cock before gripping her hip and notching it to her tight little entrance. She let out a breath as I pressed forward, and bore down, making it easier for me to slide into her. I grunted at the sensation of her gripping me. Her head dropped down onto her hands and I could have fucking sworn I heard her mutter, “Shit, Death,” under her breath.

I leant over her, pushing deeper with my movement.

“Are you trying to tell me something, Scarlett?”

“What?”

I nuzzled her hair.

“Is there something else you’d rather call me other than sir?”

“No.”

“As long as you’re sure.”

She looked back at me, her face flushed red.

“I want you to be sir and maybe sometimes Death. Okay… so more than sometimes. Is that okay?”

My cock throbbed inside her, making me jerk forward and impale her completely. She let out a long breath before she groaned.