Page 56 of Cartel Viper (The Cartel Brotherhood #2)

I’m prepared to sink to my knees, but he shakes his head as he puts down an unfitted bedsheet and pillowcase.

I watch as he twirls the pillowcase in order to coil it.

He steps toward me and directs me to open my mouth.

After I do, he secures it as a gag but then pulls it free and low enough so I can speak.

“Maddy, no matter what we do together, ultimately you decide if and when it stops. If you safe word or snap simply because you aren’t enjoying a punishment or because it hurts, I won’t be pleased, but it will stop.

If you reach a limit where you truly can’t take any more, then safe word or snap immediately. Don’t try to take more than you can.”

I nod.

“No, Maddy, I need to hear you for this. That’s why I took the gag out.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“We haven’t had a chance to explore that much together. Do you have any hard limits?”

“Nothing specific that I can think of for a punishment. It’s not like you’ve made me go out and cut a switch somewhere so you can cane me. I don’t think you keep that sort of stuff here.”

I raise my eyebrows, and he shakes his head.

“I zip-tied you earlier because it was all I had with me at the time, and I was too furious to speak, but I wanted to be sure you couldn’t go anywhere.

I didn’t want you in danger again, and I didn’t want you to see what was left behind while our cleaners got to work.

I never set out with a plan to use zip ties on you, ever. ”

“I know, Daddy.”

“I don’t bring women here, so it’s not like I have a stash of toys and implements sitting around. And even if I did, being intimate with you is not one of those moments where I want to reduce, reuse, recycle.”

His lips twitch into a smile as I grimace. I definitely don’t want to use anything that’s been in another woman’s vag.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“We can get whatever we want, whether it’s something you know you already enjoy or something you want to explore, chica .”

“Not just things I enjoy. I want to do things you enjoy too.”

“I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t enjoy.” He waggles his brow, and I can’t help but grin.

“I feel the same way.”

“In the meantime, these will just have to do. Snap for me.”

I do, and the sound fills the room. Even if I were moaning, he would still hear me.

After putting the gag back in place, he unfolds the sheet.

He twists part of it like he did the pillowcase.

I expect it to go around my wrists, but it doesn’t.

Instead, he creates a harness similar to what I might wear if we had Shibari rope.

It separates and lifts my tits, making them stand at attention.

He draws the sheet down the center of my abdomen, then between my legs so that it splits my pussy.

Only then does he draw my hands behind my back, using the last of the sheet to bind my wrists.

Clearly, this was meant for a king-size bed, and I’m pretty short.

He turns me to face him before he leans forward and bites my right nipple.

Once he catches it between his teeth, he tugs.

I fight not to sway toward him but to remain in my spot.

He pinches the other one, and the sensations shoot straight to my pussy.

It hurts like a motherfucker, but not the kind of pain I want to avoid.

Not even the type of pain I’d think someone would say qualifies me as a masochist. It’s enough to keep my attention and remind me he’s in control.

He reaches behind him and withdraws something I hadn’t seen from his back pocket.

It’s a plastic spatula with slats. I’m certain he has wooden spoons, but I’m not sure if that would be too much of a stereotype or too painful or maybe not even painful enough.

I’m certain he chose this implement for a reason.

He guides me to the bed and presses between my shoulder blades.

I lean forward, my tender tits pressing into the mattress.

He raises my arms, nudging me to bend them.

It pulls the sheet taut, making it rub against my clit.

It makes me want to writhe since I’m still wet and a little turned on from him fingering me against the front door earlier.

“This will hurt, little one, and it will leave marks, but I won’t bruise you.”

I nod my head because that’s the most I can do. I inhale and brace for impact, but it doesn’t come. I’ve squeezed my eyes shut, but now I open them and strain to see over my shoulder. Javi’s watching me with appreciation.

“Turn your toes in.”

I do as I’m told, and it naturally pushes my ass back. The first swat lands across my left ass cheek, and it makes me go onto my toes.

Holy motherfucker.

Immediately, another one lands across my right cheek.

He alternates sides in rapid succession that burn so intensely I fear I’ll hit my limit faster than expected.

I didn’t think I would reach a limit at all, but I might.

As though he senses it, his hand reaches out and strokes my tender ass. He rubs away some of the pain.

Just as I breathe a little easier, his hand lands across both cheeks, catching me completely unprepared.

I scream against the gag and try to shy away from him, but he lands another smack.

I’d already stomped my feet several times, but now I want to climb across the bed to get away from him. I force myself to stay put.

I agreed to this punishment. It’s not something he’s doing to me. It’s something we’re doing together. He might be giving, and I might be taking, but it isn’t one-sided.

I twist to see him better, and I can tell he’s hard from the outline of his cock pressing against his pants. However, his expression doesn’t match his dick’s eagerness. There’s an eroticism to this we both enjoy, but knowing it’s the consequence of my bad choices tempers it a bit.

He eases me upright and turns me toward him.

He shifts and brings the spatula head perpendicular to my chest. Rather than spanking down on each breast, he smacks each nipple head-on.

His free hand is between my shoulder blades again, steadying me.

I watch him as he studies me, ensuring he lands each one exactly on target.

He tosses his tool on the bed, and I gaze down at my reddened and puffy tits.

They hurt nearly as much as my ass. He’d let me lower my arms for that, but now he guides me to bend them again, the sheet rubbing against my clit and between my pussy lips, reminding me of how empty I feel and how much I want him inside me. He undoes the gag, and I work my jaw and lick my lips.

“Maddy, how are you doing?”

“I’m all right. I can keep going.”

“Do you need a break?”

“No. I’m ready for whatever is next.”

He assesses me, looking at my chest and then my ass.

He wraps his hand around the sheet where it lays against my belly.

He pulls me forward as though it were a leash.

There’s a full-length mirror near his window.

The natural light during the day must be useful, but it’s dark now, and his blinds are closed.

He’s in one of the best neighborhoods in Manhattan.

It didn’t used to be, but gentrification has made Hudson Yards a highly desirable place to live.

I’m certain with the blinds open, he has an excellent view out over the river and the bustling city below.

For right now, we move to stand, staring at our reflection.

My blonde hair is a stark contrast to his deep chestnut. I used to be perpetually suntanned most of the time, but these days I’m far paler than I was. Even at my darkest, I’d still be lighter than him. I think we make a good-looking couple. Our differences are a complement to each other.

“Maddy, you’re so incredibly beautiful. It’s not just your face and your body, though I love looking and touching both of those.

Your strength and resourcefulness and intelligence are more attractive than anyone else I know because it’s you.

I wish we could stay like this so I can watch you and just enjoy. ”

“Daddy, that’s so sweet.”

He kisses my temple before he unfastens the sheet.

He lets it fall to the floor before standing behind me and wrapping one arm around my ribs, bringing his hand between my tits and up to my shoulder.

It draws me back against him, my tender ass pressing against his cock.

His other hand toys with my clit, his index and middle fingers rubbing it while his ring finger and pinky dip inside me.

Just when I’m ready to shift restlessly, wanting far more, he freezes, his hand still on and in me, driving me to the point of my cunt burning with need.

He slides three fingers into me, his pinky resting between my pussy and ass, his thumb just above my clit.

He strokes the inside of me, close to my G-spot but not on it.

I tilt my head back, and he tsks.

“Don’t look away. Watch in the mirror.”

He insists I pay attention to how he edges me. There’s no reprieve from it. I know he won’t let me come. If he did, then it wouldn’t be a punishment. I doubt he’ll let me come at all tonight. He will, but I won’t.

Around and around we go, him stroking me, then stopping, rubbing my clit, then stopping.

I’m in a cold sweat by the time he pulls his hand away from me.

I’m unprepared for him to scoop me into his arms. I wrap mine around his neck.

He looks down at me, and his kiss is so tender that now both my heart and my cunt ache.

He walks down the hall to the main bedroom and takes me into the bathroom.

I’m certain the punishment is done. He perches on the edge of the tub and pushes down the stopper before turning on the water.

He squirts some bubble bath into the water.

We sit quietly as the tub fills. The water’s warm enough that steam curls above it.

He turns it off when it’s less than halfway full.

I rise and help him undress. We hug, enjoying the nearness.

The time it takes for us to strip him and enjoy the embrace allows the water to cool enough to be bearable. He helps me in and settles behind me.

“This is only phase two, little one.”