Page 53 of Unrelenting
I do as I’m told. Lorenzo wraps a cuff around my right wrist and buckles it tightly. It’s snug but not uncomfortable.
He passes the chain that links the cuffs around the metal bar that holds the shower head out from the wall and then binds my left wrist.
I tug experimentally, not sure how much weight this will take.
“Don’t worry. It will hold you.” Lorenzo is apparently a mind reader now, though I suppose my face betrayed my concern. “Now turn around and push your ass out. It’s time for your spanking.”
My arms cross as I spin around to face the wall. Bound like this, I can’t stick my ass out very far. At least, I don’t think I can. Lorenzo has other ideas.
Determined to push me to my limits, he kicks my ankles farther apart and pulls my hips back so my arms are stretched above me. It’s uncomfortable but not painful.
As he begins to spank me, slapping me hard across one butt cheek and then the other, I realize we’ve never negotiated any rules about this.
“I don’t have a safeword,” I blurt out.
Lorenzo pauses. “You don’t need one. I’ll determine when you’ve had enough.” He grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head back until I’m forced to look him in the eye. “Or don’t you trust me?”
Since not trusting him was one of the things that led to tonight’s disagreements, I’m not going to admit to still being wary of his motivations.
When it comes to the more intimate moments between us, I actually do trust Lorenzo, perhaps more than is sensible considering I hardly know him. Instinct tells me he won’t dish out anything I can’t handle.
“I trust you, Lorenzo.”
“Good girl. Maybe I’ll give you a reward before I fuck your ass.”
The dark promise in his gaze sends a tingle down my spine. He releases my hair, and my head drops forward as he resumes the spanking, delivering one harsh blow after another.
At first, the sting is almost unbearable, but eventually I become attuned to it. I relax enough that it’s no longer overwhelming.
Just as the ache is dulling, Lorenzo switches things up a little. He draws his hand back and slaps me between the legs. I yelp as pain jolts through me.
Lorenzo must like how I twist in my bonds, because he chuckles and repeats the action. He smacks my poor swollen pussy five times with increasing intensity.
It hurts like hell but also sets my clit throbbing. The insistent pulse creates a sensation that wends its way deep inside to wash over me in a wave of pleasure.
As I wiggle my hips, signaling my need, Lorenzo spins me back around. I hiss as he puts a hand beneath my aching butt and lifts me.
I wrap my legs around his waist and cry out in ecstasy as he plunges his cock deep into my body.
Pain and pleasure swirl through me as he pushes me against the tile and fucks me hard. I tug on my restraints, desperate for my hands to be free so I can dig my nails into his flesh. Bound like this, I have no way to anchor myself.
Lorenzo reaches past me to turn the shower on. I squeal in surprise as ice-cold water trickles over me. Thankfully, it soon warms to a more comfortable temperature.
As water rains down on us, Lorenzo drives up into me with one purpose in mind, to prove that I’m his. The pressure builds inside me, and I move my hips to meet his thrusts.
“That’s it,gattina, bounce on my cock. Take every inch of me.”
His words pour fuel onto the fire already burning at my core. The closer I get to my climax, the more I beg and moan for release.
Lorenzo silences my desperate pleas with a kiss. His tongue plunders my mouth as his cock wrecks my pussy.
When I come, screaming his name, he follows me to the finish line.
Thoroughly spent, he holds me for a minute before setting me down. He uncuffs me and kisses each of my wrists.
Then he pops open a bottle of shower gel and carefully washes every part of me. He’s more tender than he’s ever been, though he does squeeze my poor punished ass, making me hiss in pain.
“Who do you belong to?” he asks, cupping my cheek with the palm of his hand.
