Chapter 44 The art of pain
Verena
“Spread your legs wide for me,” Daxton’s voice cracked through my body like a whip.
I had been bare before him several times than I could even count. But this moment felt different. Not with the way those lust-hooded gazes held mine. Not with the insatiable hunger that burned in them.
He wanted to devour me and that turned me on.
I crushed my thighs tighter, like it would soothe the ache between them and hide my dripping wetness. I could see the impatience growing in his eyes and I wanted to tease him, push him to the edge until—
A sharp slap that sent electricity sparking through my body landed on my hips, prying my legs apart as a soft whimper escaped my throat.
Desire shot through me, tears pricking the back of my eyes as I eased myself closer to him, feeling the cold metal bite into my wrists caged above my head while he slid a knee onto the bed—between my spread legs.
I wanted to touch him, run my fingers along those ripped abs but the lack of control drove me insane.
Daxton’s eyes wandered down my body. “You broke the rules, princess” His fingers grazed my hips and I was suddenly aware of his enormous erection that pressed into my right thigh.
I breathed hard, feeling my pussy clench and loosen just from the thought of the things he was about to do to me. “And that means I get punished right?” I could feel my heart beating fast.
The blue in his eyes was now long gone. “Spanked”
I shuddered.
Before I could process things, he flipped me to my back as my face dug into the pillow. With those rough unforgiving fingers, he dragged my ass up, bracing my hips possessively before he ran his tongue through my slick folds and I melted.
My knees buckled, almost crashing back to the bed until the moan that I tried to keep at the base of my throat, escaped my mouth.
And that was when it started, Daxton smacked his rough palm against my ass, and bolts of pleasure mixed with pain shot through me. Another moan slipped from my throat before I could stop it.
“Not handling this well” He breathed, slipping his tongue deep inside my core, and just when I thought that he was about to let this slide, he spanked the other cheek.
“Fuck!” Pleasure bursts at the back of my eyes as I shrank back to the bed, ready to get away from him despite the constraint around my wrist.
However rough hands dragged me back—pinning me down with one hand on my waist. I tried to hold onto something but every swipe of his tongue between my folds before they rested on my clit elicited more moans than I could count.
I thought that I would be able to handle it and that was the reason I agreed to it.
But the spanking, the mind-blowing pleasure as he alternated between licking and fucking me with his tongue, sent pressure building in the low of my stomach. It was all too much for me.
I was about to come, I could feel the waves that were about to crash into me until—
As if he sensed it, he withdrew his tongue and stopped altogether.
My breath was uneven, my legs trembled and I could feel him gloating at me. “Didn't think that you would be able to take that well.Turns out you are still a good girl!”
Was he kidding me? Take that well? I was sure that I had his palm imprinted on my ass.
“I didn't—”
“That is what makes it fun, Verena” His eyes darkened with lust held mine through the mirror. “And, this time, you are going to take my dick in your mouth”
My clit pulsed at the idea as he helped me to the edge of the bed, my burning ass sitting on my ankles and I couldn't wait to coat my tongue with the precum that leaked from his thick length that was inches away from my mouth. “Open!” He commanded.
Staring up at him while amusement danced in his eyes, I sucked his crown into my hot mouth as my fingers ached to sink into his quads.
A growl rumbled from his chest and I took him deeper—our eyes still locked— until he wrapped his fist around my hair, yanking me closer to him. His dick hit the back of my throat, robbing me of every breath as my lungs seized.
Tears stung the back of my eyes, his length stretching in my mouth as I struggled to swallow him all the way to the base.
Fuck, he was so big. It was like he got bigger with every second he remained in my mouth.
He tilted my chin up, forcing me to look up at him. “You are doing so good, Verena. Keep your eyes on me”
The lack of control drove me to the edge of sanity. The need to touch him and touch myself overwhelmed me. But he looked at me with that glint of pride in his eyes.
Slurping noises filled the room as he kept thrusting into my mouth as the skin of my nipples pebbled and chaffed against my t-shirt.
I dragged my gaze back to his abs glistening with sweat. “Look at me, princess” There was this roughness in his voice as he forced my chin up, his dick twitching inside my mouth.
I struggled to breathe as my gaze returned to him. “I am going to come inside of you”
His fingers finally left my hair and the tension released from my jaw as he withdrew from my mouth, slapping my cheek with his dick. He set me back to my previous position and slammed his dick right inside of me.
This time, I managed things properly and swallowed back my moan.
“Now, you are getting the hang of it,” He said but that praise didn't last for long because the thing with Daxton was he knew how to break me and that was exactly what he did.
Every thrust became brutal until moans escaped my mouth. A thrust equated a spank.
He went deeper inside of me, making me feel the perfect blend of pain and pleasure until a wave of orgasm crashed through me while he gave me another spank, still fucking me through my orgasm.
His grip around my waist remained firm, his muscles tensed against mine until he spilled every seed inside of me and collapsed on top of me.
I was under his crushing weight, remaining in the silence as I tried to follow the rhythm of his heart beating against mine.
My mind reeled with different thoughts. The pain, the tingling sensation that came from every brutal thrust was new to me, yet, I liked it for every fucked up reason.
Why did it feel like there was more to Daxton? Like he kept something in the dark that he could unleash on me.
His hands looped around my waist as he rolled onto his back, pulling me until I rested on his chest. The sudden action made the metal bite further into my wrists making me wince.
“I should get the keys”
I wanted to ask questions. Why did he have a random pair of handcuffs in his drawer? But I didn't. I was too weak to even speak.
Then a phone vibrated on the bed and as he reached for it, pressing the phone to his ear, I kind of caught wind of what the person on the other line said.
“He gave in already”
Daxton pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “He signed?”
“He doesn't have the stamina to handle more pain. We should set him free since he has complied with the demands”
Daxton shifted, holding my wrist to stop me from bruising as he moved from the bed. “I will be there in an hour”
An hour? Where was he leaving to and who was he talking about?