Page 34 of Beg for Death
The scream that poured from between my lips ended on a moan as the sensation shifted once more. The molten lava that was my flesh pulsed in time to my heart beat. I was in so much pain, and yet ecstasy was right there, a seductive temptress whispering sweet nothings.
I went back to counting the hits without thought.
He was shutting my brain off and there was nothing I could do about it. The abyss waited for me, practically calling me byname with each heavy hit from him. I was going to fall and there was no certainty that I'd ever make it back out.
"Do you want me to stop?" His question felt like a trick.
My brain wasn't working, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure it out. I opened and closed my mouth, taking in the small break for what it was.
I licked my lips, tasting the salty tears on them. "Only if you want to."
"Are you saying it's up to me, even though I'm giving you a choice?"
Butterflies twisted in my stomach as I curled my fingers firmly over the back of the couch. They were cramping with every passing second. I nodded. "Yes, Papi."
He hummed and it sounded so thoughtful like he was contemplating giving me mercy. "I don't know if I believe you."
Panic had my shoulders bunching.
"You haven't even thanked me."
How stupid could I have been? "Thank you, Papi, for taking the time out of your busy schedule to teach me a lesson."
The smack that followed had sparks dancing over my flesh. A few seconds of reprieve somehow made it worse. The pain was more intense, going from a deep heat to electricity.
Ezra went back to spanking me, making sure I felt every single hit from the paddle. Every breath I took in there was another hit that quickly followed. My heart rate was racing as air sawed in and out of my lungs. My nails tore at the fabric of the couch as I was determined to stay strong.
The world around me came and went. One moment I could see the living room, and the next it was a foggy mess. I wasn't even sure if I was still counting. I'd lost myself completely to the fire inflicted on my body.
A dark chuckle twisted around me, stirring something in my stomach. I wiggled.
"You're not being very good." I expected another slap but instead his hand cupped my left cheek, rubbing the heated flesh. "Are you trying to entice me even more?"
I shook my head and hot tears spilled freely down my cheeks. A ball formed in the middle of my throat, making it nearly impossible to get any sounds besides the little breathy cries out. I trembled from head to toe as I tried to move my hands out of the way. He didn't seem to care about touching me regardless of how I tried to protect myself.
I took in a shuttering breath. "I'm sorry, Papi." I licked my lips. "I won't do it again."
He hummed, his hands not once stopping as he squeezed and rubbed my ass. It felt too good even as it hurt at the same time.
"I doubt that. You see, I think you like this too much. You crave my attention even if it's the bad kind."
Whimpering, I shook my head.
His hand crashed down on my abused ass and tore a cry from me. My legs parted as I dropped down.
"Don't lie to me." Ezra grabbed my chin and turned me to face him. I could barely make out his face through the tears.
"You like the way I hurt you, don't you?"
That last time I'd admitted to liking being hurt, things had gotten bad for me. But Ezra wasn't Cameron, and better yet, there was no more Cameron.
"Yes." I blinked away some of the tears. They weren't stopping anytime soon.
His rough fingers moved from my chin to my lips. I opened without instruction and gagged as he shoved them to the back of my throat.
"Don't you dare pull away."
I stared up into dark brown eyes as I forced my throat to relax and take whatever he gave me. His fingers played over my tongue as he thrusted them in and out. Drool rolled down mychin as I kept my lips parted. A moan rolled up out of me as I started to imagine it was his thick cock instead.
