Page 31 of His Dark Vices

"Yes what?"

My mind races to play back what he asked me, but it comes up blank. I must take too long because his hand strikes out again, slapping the other cheek. This time, I bite back the cry, only the chains speaking for me.

"You asked for it, didn't you?" Sam repeats.

"Y-yes, I asked for it," I whine.

"Why?"

Silence.

I swallow hard, knowing the spank will come at any second. Fuck. The only thing in my head is the truth, but I can't say that. I bite my lip and whimper, wishing I could send him a silent plea.

Sam's hand comes down sharply on me, stinging more than the first time. But I won't say it. I keep trying to think ofsomething else to say, but the pain is making it difficult to think, the sting on my cheeks, the burning in my arms, my feet.

"Tell me," Sam urges dangerously, whispering close to my ear.

A shiver races down my neck, and I throw my head back again, trying to get some relief in my aching shoulders.

I still don't say it.

This time when Sam strikes, he doesn't stop. I gasp out at the repeated spanks, even going so far as to try to evade him, but he holds my hip firmly in place, keeping me right where he wants me.

Then I'm crying out without restraint, the pain intensifying. My mind goes blank, only the words he wants to hear sharp and clear, right on the tip of my tongue.

Slap. Slap.Slap.

"I wanted your attention!!" I scream out, unable to take it anymore.

I'm panting fast as the spanks finally stop, trembling harder than ever. I don't know how much more I can take, don't know what to do, and suddenly, I feel Sam gripping my thighs and picking me up off the floor. Without thinking, I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, relieved beyond measure for the break. Even the pain in my arms eases up, but not completely.

I lean forward against his chest, trying to catch my breath in the mask, and he peels it away. I suck in the fresh cool air, then press my head against his neck. I feel like I'll start crying, but I don't know why.

His hands rub my back soothingly, and then the tears come for real. It's like I'm releasing something I didn't know I was holding on to.

"Good little Bunny," he whispers. "You can have my attention, as much as you want."

His words make the tears come faster, and I'm sobbing without care, the cat and the rat far from my thoughts. I'm thinking only of Sam, of his arms around me and his sweet nothings in my ear. He's telling me I did a good job, over and over, holding me so close. I nuzzle closer to his neck, wanting to be as close as he'll let me, and I find myself apologizing, just repeating the word, tightening my legs around him.

"You didn't do anything wrong, my little Bunny." Sam plants a kiss to my neck, and the sweetness of it is suddenly electrifying.

Between my legs, I can feel that he's hard, and even though my tears haven't dried, a white hot flame erupts in my core.

I need to feel him inside me, right now.

Right here.

"Sam," I whisper urgently, grinding my core against him, my teeth nipping at his throat.

"What are you doing, my little one?" he growls, pressing into me.

"Fill me, Sam," I continue, my words only for him. "Fill me, please. Please let me feel you inside me."

The man doesn't hesitate. I hear him unzip, his knuckles brushing against my slick core, and I can barely give him the room to free himself.

"Yes," I urge, seeking him out, helping him align his dick with my aching hole. "Fuck me right here, make me scream."

Fuck, I've never felt so needy like this before.

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