Page 97 of Dreadful

Tallie looks perfectly edible upside down in front of me. She won’t last too much longer in this inverted position, but I don’t plan to let her continue this charade for much longer. Caning her was supposed to be my last resort, because I’d thought she would’ve given in by now. I don’t know what I’ll fucking do if I can’t get her to talk this time.

I’ve used my cane to break enemies before, but never like this. It’s another limb to me, though, so I focus on my instincts as I aim just beneath the apex of her ass cheeks. Using all the restraint I have, I lightly tap her thick flesh and watch the ripple of her skin in response.

“Ah!”

My eyes dart down to analyze her expression. Her face is red from the inversion, but the surprised euphoria in her expression is new.

This is going to be fun. I almost hope she holds out on me as I ask my first question.

“Why are you after Claudio?”

“I said do your worst, Severino, and I meant it. I won’t say a damn word!”

She keeps yelling, until I tap her ass again with the center of my cane. It’s about a quarter inch closer to her thighs, just underneath the first mark. Her objections become a shocked yelp, and I wince.

Was that too much?

But as soon as I ask myself the question, she moans and bites her lip. My spent cock shoots back to life, and I roll my cane over the area I want to aim for next.

“Have you been using me to get to him?”

“I-I’m not telling you any—oh,merda, Sev.”

Sev, not Severino. She wants this. The choice behind what she calls me is a subtle tell that I taunted her about, but it’s so second-nature to her that she hasn’t fixed it yet. She’s trying to act like she hates this, but she has a safe word that she still hasn’t used, and she confesses every time she moans my name.

I raise my arm higher, and the gentle thud of the rod right above the last pinkening stripe blooms more quickly than the others before it. Already I can see the lines from my cane, and my cock stirs at the thought of my marks on her delectable skin.

“Alright, maybe something easy, then. Why did you kill the gardener?”

She snorts. “Don’t forget the maids and his butler before that.”

“You didn’t kill them.” My brow furrows. “They were fired.”

The stab wound in my chest has begun to ache again, so as I wait for her to clarify, I switch my cane from both hands to my dominant hand.

“That’s what they deserved.”

“Deserved…and the others? They deserved death?”

Her lips flatten into a line again, thin as a paper cut.

“Answer me.”

This time I tap her before she can respond. Her inevitable sassy remark disappears with a deep moan that has my cock rock hard again. Her needy breaths have become constant, but I don’t let up. Instead, I use light wrist flicks for two more strikes.

“Oh, my god, please, Sever. I need…I need to come.”

“Not until you tell me what I need to know.”

“I…I can’t. Please, just let me come.” Her body vibrates with desperation. Mine sympathizes, in tune with hers at the sound of her begging for me. Even upside down, the cum I pushed inside her to claim her leaks from her pulsing cunt. I barely resist the temptation to take her down and fuck more of my seed into her.

The fact that she’s never even thought about having children shocked me, but it shouldn’t have. We’ve both expected our lives to end in a suicide mission. I’ve known for years that if I kill Claudio before I have enough evidence to sway the Family over to my side, that I wouldn’t have a future. That I’d never experience the joy of seeing my child grow inside the woman I love.

I’d thought I had snuffed that hope out entirely, and yet, it sprang to life after meeting Tallie. Over the past couple of weeks, she’s flipped my worldview on its axis, and she was the first person I’ve thought I could live for. It was a useless dream, though. She used me to get to Claudio, just like everyone else. I hate her for that…but I’m realizing I hate even more that she’s never hoped for a future.

I roam behind her so she can’t see me and add to the building anxiety of what I’ll do next. My cane brushes over her clothes. I raise the rod and roll the shaft down her inner thighs. She trembles as I rest it over her pussy, before I slide it back and forth, making sure to tease her clit. Her glossy arousal soaks the shaft, and she only gets wetter the more I play.

“Sev…Sever, please—”