Page 32 of Beg for Death
"Yes, Daddy," he said breathlessly.
Irritation roared back to life in me. He was doing it on purpose, using that word as if it would mean anything to me. As if I cared.
"You want treats? Try calling me papi," I sneered.
"Yes, Papi."
All the blood rushed from my head right down to my cock. I stared at him for what felt like ages, and he just glanced up at me with huge eyes and blinked as if he loved saying every word from those pink, puffy lips. I wrapped a hand around the collar and squeezed. He moaned.
"Sick fuck," I muttered.
"Do you want me to be sick, Papi?"
Fuck. I stared down at him like he'd grown a second head. What the hell was he doing to me? I growled, losing the last of my patience.
"Crawl, boy!"
Felix scrambled after me as I stood, turned, and walked toward the couch. I shoved my blanket off the edge onto the floor, forgetting about it for now as I tugged sharply upward. Felix moved with the motion, climbing onto the couch. His knees dug into the cushions, his ass forced out as he braced his hands on the back of it. His knuckles were white as he gripped it, his body trembling slightly, from anticipation or fear, I wasn't completely sure but I didn't care. He wasn't running, wasn't begging me to stop. He just… sat there. Waiting. Like he was dying to be punished.
"I'm going to spank your ass until it's nice and red for me," I said, my voice dripping poison. "Or until I see some bruises. And then? I'm going to fuck you like you've been desperately begging for."
Felix sucked in a sharp breath of air. Excitement flashed in his eyes. I smiled at that.
"But not with my dick." I grinned. "I bought something fun to stuff inside of you instead."
His face fell. "Daddy…"
"Shhh." I dragged a finger down the curve of his spine. "Don't complain now. Did you really think I would let you feel my dick when you've been behaving badly this entire time? Hmm?" I swatted his clothed ass sharply. "Did you?"
"No," he whispered.
"You just thought I would, what? Hurt you and then shove my dick in because I couldn't control myself?" I leaned down until my lips brushed his ear. "Being locked up for a few years really teaches you about patience. And even if I hadn't been? Killing people does the same thing. I know all about waiting,mi pequeña puta.My little whore. I could go weeks, months, years, without ever sticking it in and you would just suffer."
Felix let out a whine that bordered on the edge of tears. I smiled against his ear, laughing into it even as I saw the fissures, the cracks in him. He really thought he would get what he wanted as long as he pushed my buttons. Now he was learning that wasn't how it was going to work. And I loved every minute of it.
"Time for your lesson," I whispered. "Spread your legs and do not close them."
It was time to put the boy back in his place.
Chapter Fourteen
Felix
"Five!"
Saliva pooled and dripped down my chin as my ass lit up like fireworks. I flexed forward, and all too quickly, pushed back. There was so much pain but so much ecstasy. Endorphins fizzled over my brain as I took another hard slap.
"Six."
With each hit I felt like I was losing the fucking plot.
"Ah, fuck. Seven."
I didn't get a single second before another hit came down on the top of my ass. It felt sharper. The pain that followed didn't heat up, it rippled.
"Eight," I whimpered.
"Keep any extra words to yourself. Am I clear?"
