Page 131 of Malicious Claim

Makros leaned over her, his hot breath caressing against her cheek. "You've been very badly behaved, Leila. And now, you're going to learn what that costs."

She gasped on a shallow breath as he reached out for the coil of rope among the rest of the equipment on the long table.

Makros unwound the thick rope slowly, letting it slide across her skin. She could feel a tension growing as he wrapped it around the curve of her breast, the rough texture against her sensitive skin.

Then he tugged hard.

She gasped and swore loudly as the rope bit, tightening mercilessly about her.

Her breasts swelled under the restraint, flesh bulging between the coils as Makros pulled the knots tight with a practiced ease. The restraints bit into her flesh, scoring it with deep red creases. A throbbing ache beat where the rope was tight, her nipples growing painfully erect from the blood denied to them.

Leila swallowed, heat crawling up her throat. Her breasts felt impossibly tight, trapped, the rope unyielding as every small movement caused the pain to increase unbearably.

He ran his fingers over the swollen flesh, feeling the slightest jerks in the way skin shifted under his fingertips.

"Did my little trip make you forget who own you?" Makros asked.

"No, it didn't," she said a little too quickly and he smiled.

Her breath caught when he tightened the rope a final time, and her body twitched at the stinging wave of pain. A whimper escaped before she could swallow it.

He stepped back, cocking his head to one side as he examined his work. "Perfection," he whispered, his hand closing around the flogger next.

She cried out as the first lash struck against her belly, the stinging pain flaring along her flesh. She bit down hard on her lip to stifle the cry.

He landed another strike around the same spot. This one across her legs.

She convulsed in the restraints, her breathing shaking.

"Tell me the truth about the restaurant," Makros barked.

"I already did!" she spat out.

The next lash came down over her breast, where the rope had constricted around her. A strangled groan tore from her throat before she could stop herself.

Makros paused, tilting his head. "Already getting sensitive?"

She flashed him a glare through the pain.

"Fuck you."

Makros chuckled. "Oh, Leila. I'm just getting started."

She didn't have time to steel herself before he struck her again.

The pain mounted, cutting across her in fierce blazes, yet she refused to shatter. Even while searing welts marks fell all around her abdomen, thighs, and breasts, she clenched her teeth, fighting off her shriek.

Makros took a step back, putting aside the whip.

"Still lying?" he mused, running his fingers over her quivering figure. "Then I'll do this for as long as possible."

Leila hardened herself when he reached the table for something else.

Her breath caught as she realized what the object in his hand was.

An electric vibrator.

She jerked at the restraints, terror racing. "Makros, you don't dare—"