Page 33 of Beg for Death
A shiver raced up my spine. "Yes, sir."
The paddle came down hard, and each time it came into contact with my flesh, it was momentarily transported to a heated bubble. The warmth was quickly traveling up from my ass and flooded my face. My breath hitched with each number.
"El-eleven. Ah, api, please." My head felt fuzzy. I wasn't sure what I was begging for but something deep in my gut said he'd know. I didn't need to explain shit. I was there for him to use and he'd know how exactly to use me.
Goosebumps rose up my back and over my shoulder blades, forcing me to shudder. I was nowhere near being cold, even as sweat slid over my skin, making me slick. Another smack to my sensitive flesh created a flurry of sensation over my ass and the back of my thighs.
I wanted to ask him to stop but I knew he wouldn't. He'd already stated that he wasn't going to stop until he felt like it. I had no control over the situation. I was nothing more than a toy.
The paddle came down hard and all the air from my lungs came rushing forward with the number. "Fourteen."
Pain and pleasure twisted together in a heady mix that made every nerve in my body confused. The inferno the spanking was creating lapped up my balls as the pain constantly drew me closer to oblivion. I was right on the cusp. The collar around my throat was a constant reminder that he'd laid claim to me even if he didn't say so.
Ezra placing the collar around my neck felt like something was shifting between us. It was already a strange situation that only further proved that. No one should fall for their captor, let alone desire them. I did, though, and there was no denying it.
My cock was hard and leaking between my thighs. It twitched with every hit, practically begging to be touched. I'd take him blowing over the tip—anything. A cry left me as more hits came, leaving no imagination of when it was all going to stop.
To torture me more, Ezra didn't touch my cock. He didn't even accidentally caress it with the paddle or even hit it. I'd take anything. My head was a mess. I wanted it to be over, and at the same time, I wasn't ready for him to be done.
A fresh wave of ecstasy blanketed me as pins and needles scattered over my ass. I opened my mouth to ask for him to stop but the words were cut short as his hand cupped my ass. The cool touch was a balm to my frayed nerves. My stomach dropped like I was on a rollercoaster.
"You're not thinking about telling me to stop are you?" Ezra was closer than I thought and his breath fanned over my ear. His accent got thick when he was angry and when he was turned on. The rough fabric of his jeans scratched over my sensitive flesh, introducing another kind of pain to my body.
The most I could do was muster up a whimper.
Ezra yanked on the chain and pressed firmly against my beaten ass. "Do I need to remind you that you don't have a choice here? If I want to, I could slit your pretty little throat and fuck you as you bleed out."
That imagery should have me scrambling to run away while the cuff was off. Instead, I groaned like the broken fuck I was. I rolled my hips back, wanting nothing more than for him to finally give in—is pierced cock buried in my hole and fucking me till he filled me with his cum was all we both wanted, and he knew it.
"Papi."
He slapped a hand over my mouth. "You're still being punished; don't think a few tears will be enough."
I hadn't even known I was crying. I blinked a few times, finally recognizing the blurry vision for what it was. Tears continued to cling to my lashes as he went back to spanking me. The hits felt heavier as if he had something to prove. Each one rocked me to my core. There was no way I was going to be able to sit on my ass for a very long time.
The bruises that would mar my flesh would last for a long time.
He's marking me as his.
My head fell forward as my entire body rocked with the force of his hit. All I could muster was a moan as he hit right above the back of my thighs. It felt like he'd hit something deep inside of me, and I could almost imagine the way it would feel to have him buried deep in my ass. Every ridge rubbing against my insides.
Please.
"Did I say stop counting?" Ezra yanked on the leash and the collar wrapped around my throat more tightly.
A breathy gasp was all I could muster as my back arched.
I fucked up. "So-sorry, sir."
"Don't have me remind you again. Stay focused." A hard slap to my balls had my toes curling and my entire body nearly leaping off the couch. "Back on your knees, ass up, legs spread."
I'd nearly came. My cock was leaking, making a puddle on the couch. Maybe Ezra would be back in bed with me now that his spot was wet.
"Still not paying attention, and here I thought about stopping. You still haven't learned your lesson."
I shook my head. "No, wait, I'm sorry. I learned my lesson. I'll be your good boy."
He brought the paddle down harder than ever before. The crack of the leather hitting my flesh made my ears ring. My body lit up the moment the pain registered. It was like a flare, a slow buildup only to erupt in a matter of milliseconds.
