Page 17 of Beneath the Shadows

One night, after a party, I invited them both back to my hotel room. That was the first night Antonio and I shared her. Lena had no complaints. From that point on, it continued—sometimes with Lena, sometimes with other women. We did that for years, fucking our way through Philadelphia like we owned the whole damn city.

I don’t know why Antonio stopped. Maybe he got bored. But I didn’t. Lena has always been one of my favorites. She likes it rough, and she knows how to obey.

The scent of her amber and vanilla perfume greets me as I push the room’s door open and step inside. Lena’s waiting for me on her knees, just as I requested. My cock stirs at the sight of her perky tits and her dusky rose-colored nipples already stiff and begging for attention. I catch a glimpse of her bare pussy between her spread thighs.

I glance toward the bed and spot the black bag with everything I need. “Go to the bed,” I command, removing my tux jacket and sliding the bowtie from around my neck.

She obeys, crawling across the floor with slow, deliberate movements. When she reaches the bed, she glances over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip. I say nothing, unbuttoning my white dress shirt and tossing it onto a nearby chair. Walking over to the bed, I unzip the bag and begin pulling out the toys.

Lena’s brow furrows as she sees the collection—a ball gag, riding crop, nipple clamps, butt plug, and a blindfold. She’s used to me being rougher with her, so these seem almost laughable in comparison. This bag was meant for Alessia. I’d planned to go easy on my bride for her first time. But with Lena? I’ll have to find ways to get creative.

“Get up.” She gracefully rises to her feet. “Open your mouth,” I command, holding up the ball gag. She parts her lips without hesitation, letting me slip it in. I hold it in place with one hand while fastening the strap around her head. “We don’t want my new wife hearing you scream while I fuck you, do we now?” I murmur. She shakes her head, eyes wide with understanding.

“On the bed. Head down, ass in the air.”

My cock strains against my zipper watching as she positions herself, reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks, offering herself to me. Grabbing the lube, I squeeze some onto the glass plug before working it into her tight hole. Lena moans as the cool toy slides in. She loves this. Once the plug is fully inserted, I spear a finger inside her pussy.

“You’re wet for me already,” I murmur, pulling my hand away.

Unzipping my pants, I let them drop to the floor and kick them aside. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I stroke myself, watching as Lena wriggles her ass, silently begging for more.

I’m hard and ready to go. Before entering her, I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her up onto all fours. My hand closes around her throat, cutting off her air.

"Do you like being my dirty little whore?" I growl, my voice dripping with satisfaction. "Knowing that’s all you’ll ever be to me now?" When she doesn’t shake her head in response, I squeeze her throat tighter, demanding the answer I already know.

She nods quickly.

“Good girl. Now take my cock.”

With one hard thrust, I slam into her, not giving her time to adjust. I start fucking her relentlessly, her pussy gripping my cock and pulling me deeper with each stroke. Releasing her throat, I grab her hips, driving into her harder. Her legs tremble, fists gripping the sheets. Her muffled moans grow louder, even with the gag silencing her.

Fucking her isn’t enough—I need to hurt her, to make her feel every bit of pain I can give. I pull out abruptly, her body tensing in confusion, and grab the crop from next to me on the bed. Without warning, I bring it down hard on her bare ass, the sound of leather against flesh echoing through the room.

She gasps, her back arching involuntarily, but I don’t stop. I bring it down again and again, each strike harder than the last. Her skin blooms under the crop, turning a deep, vibrant shade of red as I cover every inch of her ass. The welts rise almost immediately, her body trembling with every stinging blow.

The crop won’t do any permanent damage, but I can make it cause her pain—extreme pain. Each strike makes her body jolt, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but it isn’t enough. It’s too controlled, too restrained for the darkness that stirs inside me.

The craving to hear her scream takes over, a dark hunger twisting inside me. It has to be loud—loud enough for everyone to know, for Alessia to understand what kind of monster I really am. That thought alone sends a sick thrill through me, unraveling the last bit of control I had. My hands are shaking as I rip the ball gag from her mouth, but I don’t give her time to catch her breath. I want her gasping, begging, screaming. I want to see her shatter beneath me.

Flipping the crop in my hand, I grip the thin leather shaft and turn the solid wooden handle toward her exposed skin. The next strike lands with a dull, brutal thud. She cries out, the sound ripping from her throat. The handle hits harder, deeper, and I feel the satisfying give of flesh beneath it. I don’t stop. I drive the handle down again, and this time, it breaks the skin—her blood pooling in thin lines where I’ve split her open.

Her screams rise, raw and desperate, exactly what I wanted. The sight of blood on her reddened skin makes my pulse quicken, my need growing more vicious. I strike her again harder, watching the fresh blood mix with the bruises, knowing I’m pushing her to the edge.

“Please stop.” Tears stream from her eyes, soaking the sheets beneath her. “I can’t take it.”

“Stop?” I chuckle darkly, the sound low and mocking. “I’ve barely gotten started.”

She tries to get away, weakly struggling, but I grab her hips, holding her in place.

“No,” she cries out, panic threading her voice.

I yank her head back by her hair, pulling her closer. “What did you say?”

“N-no,” she stammers, trembling beneath me.

My fist connects with her face. “You don’t tell me no.” Grabbing the riding crop again, I continue to rain hell down on her, each strike more ruthless than the last.

It isn’t until my arms burn from effort and my cock aches, desperate to be inside her that I stop. My eyes fall on the plug in her ass, and I smirk. Slowly, I begin to move it in and out, her body shivering with the sensation. Her moans mix with tears, helpless and broken.

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