Page 114 of Bared Betrayal

“Liar.” Abruptly, his fingers are gone, and I’m whimpering in need of his touch.

“Count,” he demands, and a loud crack follows with a searing pain along my ass.

“One.”

He strikes again, and the white-hot pain is the sweetest agony.

“Two.”

We make it all the way to twelve before he drops the whip, my body hot with pain and yearning for ecstasy.

“You want to come, baby girl?”

“Yes, sir,” I whimper.

“Not quite yet.”

My arms start to cramp, and I wince, trying to move them. Gabriel is at my side within a second, and he unhooks my arms, catching me before I fall back.

“Safe word?”

I shake my head lightly. “No.” Then I look back at the canvas. It’s the most incredible explosion of color I’ve ever seen. It’s me. It’s my life in color. The reds of pain. Lies shaded in green. And him…painted in blue, the deepest part of my soul.

Gabriel.

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GABRIEL

She looks amazing.Painted for me, my marks literally coloring her in the most vivid colors. Most of the others are still watching. A few have taken their pets to bed for the night. The ones who are still there are watching while their women lick and suck their cocks.

I bend her over the spanking horse, her feet firmly on the floor. “You took your whip very well, baby girl. You think you deserve to come?”

“Please, sir.” She moves her hips, the pink straps of the harness she’s wearing stained with splatters of paint, as well as her back. I slide two fingers inside her tight, wet pussy, feeling the heat radiating off it as her breathing quickens, then gently ease out of her, leaving her a panting mess.

I return to the table laid out with paints and all the different toy options. I grab the butt plug and a little bullet vibe. “Here is the game, little lamb. If you can last three minutes without coming, I’ll give you a special treat tonight.”

“Please, sir.”

“If you can’t last the three minutes, then I will spank this ass again, paint your face with my cum, and leave your pussy needy and achy until morning.”

She whines as I spell out the repercussions of her disobeying me.

“Can you be my good girl?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

I spread a generous bit of lube on the plug. It’s the next size up, and I gently ease it in, loving the sound of her moans as her body adjusts to it. Slowly, it slides in, and I apply a bit more pressure to get it beyond the widest part of the tapered edge.

God, I hope she doesn’t come. I want to fuck her with this plug in her ass so badly it hurts. She is going to be so fucking tight.

“Timer starts now.” I slap her swollen pussy before I place the bullet against her clit and turn it on low. She bites her lip and tries to fight off the pleasure that’s threatening disobedience. I tilt my head back in amusement, fascinated as she struggles to keep from coming. Her legs are quivering, and her back arches. I feel especially wicked tonight, so I flick the bullet on its highest setting. She’s stuck between wanting it so badly, and not being able to take it at all.

She whines and moans, and I can see her ass tremble as she tightens her muscles, trying not to give in. When I slide two fingers into her impossibly tight cunt, I hear her swear. She is trying with everything she has to hold on.

“You are fucking stunning, working so hard to be a good little slut for me.”