Page 70 of Cartel King

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I’ll make these snug, but I won’t tighten them to what I think we can work up to.”

He clamps each nipple, turning the little dial. I breathe through the initial pain, having always enjoyed my nipples being bitten and tweaked. I inhale and hold my breath as he attaches the clit clamp. He leans forward and kisses my neck.

“Breathe, baby girl.”

I flinch as he tightens it one turn. My fear is worse than the actual pain. I relax, and I consider the sensation. It’s not as intense as I expected. However, I nearly spring off the bed a moment later when he sucks what’s exposed of my clit.

Holy motherfucker!

I reach for him, unsure if I want to push him closer or push him away.

“Kneel facing the headboard again.”

I do as I’m told. I hear packaging ripping once more, then he lifts my arms over my head. He guides me to bend them with my elbows up, bringing my hands behind my head like bunny ears. He snaps handcuffs around my wrists.

“Stay still,chiquita.”

“Yes,papí.”

“This isn’t a punishment, Ellie. This is purely for pleasure.”

He shifts from behind me to beside me. I close my eyes, waiting for whatever’ll come next. I try not to clench my ass, knowing how that looks. But I can’t help it. His palm rests on one cheek, his fingers dipping into the division, and I swear I hear him sigh. I think he’s an ass man from how he’s always touching mine. Though he seems pretty fond of my breasts, too.

When I open my eyes, I can see him when I look in his direction, but I can’t see his left hand. I shiver when the cat o’ nine tails’ leather thongs trail down my back from my shoulders to my ass, then swish over it. It almost tickles. Then I hear the snap before I feel the sting.

My hips jerk away before I press my ass back. He does it twice more before I lean forward to rest my elbows on the headboard. It allows me to bend and push my ass toward him. I breathe through the increasing burn as the whip covers my lower back, ass, and upper thighs. I’m unprepared for his hand to travel up the length of my inner thigh, his arm resting between my swinging tits. He flicks the clit clamp, and I howl. Then I beg.

“Please, Daddy. More.”

I don’t know how much more I can take, but I intend to find out.

Fuck my life.

The moment I beg, he pulls his hand away. He rests it on my pubic bone. So close to where I need him, but a million miles away. My head falls back toward my hands, and I’m ready to clench my hair in burning frustration. It’s been decades since I ached to be fucked like I do with Enrique. The need to feel full pulsing between my thighs.

Nothing is little about Enrique. The man’s proportionaleverywhere. The man is a work of art. His body is sculpted perfection. If the story were about a man, he’d be Henry of Troy. He has the face that sailed a thousand ships. He fucks like a god.

I much prefer Enrique to Henry. It’s way hotter. It’s?—

“Pay attention,chiquita. No letting your mind drift to handle the pain. If it’s too much, safe word.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

How’d he know?

“I’ve been a Dom for a long time, Ellie. I can read you.”

I’m glad he knows what he’s doing. I trust him to take me places I’ve never been before.

His fingers graze the inside of my thighs again, making them quiver. If I were standing, my kneecaps would shake. I moan with need, not risking a word. My head lolls to my right arm, and I feel sweat bead on my forehead.

“Do you need me to stop, Ellie?”

“No!”

I straighten, not wanting to give him the impression I can’t take this or don’t want to. I’m just getting used to it. He rewards me by slipping his fingers into me. Blessed relief.

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