Page 9 of Killian's Vengeance

I shook my head, jerking my mind away from my own suffering and trying to focus on a script that would make him listen to me. Something that would get his attention, something that would irrefutably prove my innocence.

I was still trying to figure it out when the door banged open, causing me to jump, then groaned as pain lanced across my back. I couldn’t see him, but I heard his footsteps as he approached the side of the bed. He kicked the bed frame, causing my muscles to tense and my skin to tighten painfully.

“So, have you reconsidered? Are you willing to talk?” His voice was gruff and hostile. Not exactly the demeanor I was hoping for. He stood just out of my line of sight, but I could clearly imagine the cold, angry expression that was probably on his face.

“Yes, I’ll talk. I am Lily’s sister, Willa. I’m not Lily.”

I felt like I could hear his teeth grinding as tension filled the air. “You think I’ve never heard this excuse before? You were in Lily’s apartment, you had Lily’s license on you, and you look exactly like pictures of Lily. I’m not new to this shit. We know it’s you.”

Oh my god, the fucking ID! I forgot all about that and now they had it as some kind of confirmation of my false identity. Lily’s one act of seeming generosity had backfired on me catastrophically. I should have known.

“She gave me that! She told me to meet her at her apartment! She—” Before I could finish my explanations, he shoved a ball gag that I didn’t realize he was holding in my mouth.

I screamed behind the gag, trying to get him to take it off and listen, but instead he straddled me, his knees on either side of my hips, his hands on either side of my head, caging me in.

“You aren’t getting it. I’m not going to listen to this bullshit. If I need to work you over some more to get you to understand how fucking serious I am, I’ll fucking do it.” The sinister tone of his voice as he whispered in my ear sent chills down my spine and caused a renewed round of protesting behind the gag.

“Shut the fuck up. You had your chance to talk and you fucking blew it.”

He got off me and I tracked him as he walked to the large wardrobe. Since he pulled the whip out of that thing earlier, I didn’t have high hopes about what he might be getting now.

He walked back holding what looked like a thin, wooden rod and a shorter whip with a lot of tassels. Why hadn’t I read or watched Fifty Shades of Grey? Then I would know what all this shit was.

“I’m going to remove the gag, but you better shut the fuck up and just take it. I don’t want to hear anything about how you’re not Lily and this is just some big fucking mistake. By the time I’m done, I guarantee you’ll be more than willing to tell me anything I want to know.”

He mercifully removed the gag, and I rotated my jaw in order to release the discomfort. I wanted to scream at him to reconsider, to just check out what I said, but I was too afraid he’d do something worse than he was already planning.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by the feel of him grabbing the loose waistband of my shorts and roughly tugging them down with my underwear to my knees.

Oh, god. Oh no, no, no, no.

I tried to pull my legs together, but the damned shackles kept them slightly apart. I opened my mouth to beg him not to do any of the hundreds of horrible acts that were racing through my mind.

“I’m not doing what you’re thinking, so calm the fuck down.”

I closed my mouth and collapsed on the bed in gratitude, although it was short lived considering having one’s pants pulled down without their permission rarely had a positive outcome.

The first strike of the tasseled whip jolted me, making me wince as my movement pulled on the lacerated skin on my back.

The heat of the tassels warmed my ass, but it wasn’t the same burning fire of the first whip. Instead of pausing and asking me to talk like before, he just kept striking different parts of my ass and upper thighs.

I kept waiting for it to really hurt, and it did sting like nettles, but the pain was bearable. He laid smack after smack on my ass, the heat building and building. I was alarmed to discover the sensations transforming, the burn and sting started to feel kind of…good?

This overload of low-grade pain had caused my brain to short circuit its wiring, confusing pain for pleasure and a strange sort of hazy bliss started to enfold me. I fought the heavy relaxation that was bearing down on me. Was this a trick or a mind fuck or something?

Every once in a while, he’d stop and rub some of the areas most impacted by the tasseled leather and it would shoot my euphoria up another notch, before resuming his relentless motion.

Each strike sent a ripple of vibrations through my body, sending strange pleasure to different areas. Specifically, I was mortified to realize, the area between my legs and causing it to grow damp. Was it supposed to do that?

My embarrassment was starting to crowd into my blissed-out state, uneasy at how turned on I was getting, wishing I could press my thighs together to stop the vibrating ricochets the whip was rolling through my body, most especially through my nether regions. My nearly exposed nether regions. It was so humiliating.

I squirmed slightly and glanced at him, hoping something in his expression would give me some insight about what he was up to. Unfortunately, his beautiful face was still set in the same grim lines as he focused all of his attention on my fiery backside, his arm rising and falling in an almost hypnotizing rhythm.

I tried to concentrate on the heat and sting, the tinges of pain that surrounded this whole experience. I even tried to bring my attention to my back and the soreness there, but it was no use. I shifted and squirmed as arousal continued to build. My breathing became staggered and ragged. I turned my face into the mattress, hiding my flushed cheeks and embarrassed face.

I couldn’t believe this. If someone had told me that being whipped with a bunch of leather strands would be something I’d not only not hate, but actually get off on, I would have said they were crazy. But here I was—writhing and twisting under the steady cadence of the whip, my body in flames. I could feel wetness growing between my legs, but I had decided to steadfastly ignore it and pray that my tormentor didn’t notice it either. He would surely stop and move on to something far more torturous if he became aware.

I dared a quick glance at the man wielding the whip and quickly found myself entranced watching him raise and drop his arm, the hard muscles in his arm flexing, his jaw tight as his gaze stayed focused on my hot, reddened flesh. There was something erotic about watching him, something carnal that kept me mesmerized. My gaze dropped to his pants and I nearly gasped at the large outline against the front of his jeans. I was almost relieved to see that this was turning him on as well.

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