Page 45 of Shades of Ruin

I stomp over to one of my racks of whips and grab a short, single tail with a vicious bite. Fisting the leather in my hands, I walk back to her and give no warning before striking the whip against the bare flesh of her ass. She cries out, the pain of the blow catching her off guard. But she doesn’t move an inch. She just waits patiently for another lash.

“Here’s the game—I beat you black andblue, and you get to guess what I’m hitting you with. If you get it right five times, I’ll stop. If not,” I smile down at her prone, naked body just begging to be broken, “well, I’ll just keep hitting you until you do.”

I flick the whip again, catching the tender spot between the crease of her ass and the top of her thighs. “Any guesses? Or do you need more?” I whip the back of her thighs with a quick flurry of blows, painting criss-crossed streaks of red over her perfect skin.

“Single tail,” she gasps, somehow managing to keep still in spite of the searing lashes.

“Very good,” I answer in surprise. Her body is more discerning of types of pain than I expected. I’ll have to get more creative if I’m going to draw this out. And I have every intention of beingverythorough in my torture.

Since I never promised to stop when she guessed correctly, I continue to whip her. I hit the soft, supple flesh of her ass until it’s streaked in pretty pink welts. Then I work on her thighs, striking her over and over and watching her skin heat and bloom with red. When my arm finally starts to tire, I stop and run my hands over her mottled ass, admiring my work. She whimpers at my touch, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Had enough of that one, angel?” I ask, walking back to replace the whip on the rack. She doesn’t make a word of protest as I select my next weapon. I take my time testing out different implements before striding toward the bed. Drawing back my arm, I fling it at the center of her ass at full force. It lands with a sharpcrack.

“C-cane,” she cries out, her voice breathless from the pain of it.

A sadistic smile spreads across my lips. “Wrong.”

Again, I swing the crop against the full swell of her ass, hitting her with the long shaft of it rather than the flat leather tip.Then I smack the flat end against her left thigh in sharp, rapid bursts, making sure to hit the same exact spot every time.

I keep going until she’s tilting her right leg up, begging me to spread the pain. More than happy to oblige, I crop her other thigh just as brutally. When I’m finished, she sports matching strips of crimson below each of her plump cheeks.

I lean down and give her a few extra slaps on her sore thighs just to see her sweet ass bounce as she squirms to escape me. “You redden up so pretty, angel. Let’s see if we can deepen that color some more.”

I don’t miss her groan of apprehension as I swap out the crop for something a little more vicious. And when it cuts across her skin for the first time, her whimpers transform into the most angelic of screams. The blazing agony of the cane steals her breath enough that I’m able to get in another two blows before she shrieks, “Cane!”

“Took you long enough, little ruin,” I laugh while using the cane to cut consecutive red lines down her thighs. “Reach down and lift your ass. I want to make sure your sit spots get the attention they deserve.”

Her fingers tremble as she awkwardly reaches down with her cuffed wrists and pulls her cheeks up, leaving that sweet crease underneath open and vulnerable for my cane. Smiling at the sight of her willingly submitting herself to my sadistic pleasure, I run the smooth, rattan rod over her skin, caressing her before I deliver the stinging kiss of pain. A soft cry escapes her lips as I bring the cane down with as much force as I can.

My cock turns hard as stone as I watch the angry, swollen welts burst across her skin. “Do you want more, angel?” I hiss, arousal turning my words harsh and strained.

“Do you?” she gasps, and I can hear the suffering in her voice so pure and clear. It makes my erection grow impossibly thicker. At this point, my metal-studded cock might rip right through mypants before I’m done hurting her. Maybe I’ll shove myself inside her wet cunt and keep whipping her while I get myself off.

“You know what? I think I do.” The cane swishes through the air as I layer another cruel blow directly on top of the last. Angélica whimpers as her skin splits beneath the force of it, the smallest beads of red bubbling at her inner thighs.

I groan, sinking to my knees and running my tongue over her heated skin. “You taste so fucking sweet.” I force my mouth between her spread thighs and lap at her swollen cunt. She’s dripping just like I knew she would be. I suck and lick until I steal every last drop of her luscious honey. “I could drink you in all day and never get enough.”

The moment she starts to lean into my touch and beg for more, I pull away. The rage pounding in my blood has cooled slightly, but the need for violence is still a steady hum in my veins, pushing me onward. I step away, my fists clenching with the need to draw more pain from my perfect little victim.

Without stopping to think, I pull the first thing my hand touches from the rack and stalk toward the bed. Angélica looks thoroughly brutalized already, so I fling the stinging leather throngs at her ass with moderate strength. By my standards, I’m taking it easy on her. I rotate my wrist in a figure eight motion, hitting her with a steady stream of blows that heat her skin all over.

“Guess,” I demand, quickening the pace as her silence drags on.

“Flogger.” She sounds as though she’s in a trance, her voice soft and calm as her body submits gracefully to the assault I’m raining down on her. Shelovesthis. She’s dragged more toward pleasure than pain with every lash of the flogger, and she rises on her tiptoes as arousal ripples through her body.

I pull back before she can go over the edge, and she sags against the bed with the loss of her orgasm.

“Hijo de puta,” she sighs into the sheets, so low I can barely hear her. But I do hear her, and I have every intention of punishing her for it.

She’s made three correct guesses so far, and I don’t want this game to end too quickly. I need to hurt hermore, so I decide to test her with something a little more difficult. After returning the flogger to the wall, I bypass my usual implements and stride toward the kitchen.

I flip through the drawers until I find exactly what I’m looking for. I toss the dual-sided meat tenderizer in my hand, testing the weight of it. This one is really going to bruise.

“Ready, angel?” I call, swinging the metal mallet in the air. Because I’m kind, I hit her with the flat side of the tenderizer. At first, anyway. It slams into her ass with a brutalthud, bruising instantly. “What’s your guess?” I pummel the left side of her ass so the bruising matches her right side. I love symmetry, especially when it’s painted with pain.

“Mierda,” she grits while trying to shake away the pain by wriggling from side to side. “A fucking hammer?”

“Aww, so close,” I tut with mock sympathy. I hit her again, flipping the handle so that the spiked end punches into her poor, tender ass. Maybe I’m not so nice after all. She jumps the instant it makes contact, her lungs filling with a full-bodied shriek as her legs shake beneath the pain that sinks deep into her muscles.

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