Page 160 of The Devil's Heir

"I figured as much, which is why we're not done with your punishment," Jarek replies in amusement before resting his hand on my thigh for the rest of the ride home.

"Keep still, pauper."

"But—"

"No buts. Do you want me to plug your mouth, too?"

Jarek has my arms above my head, shackled in leather cuffs that are attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He already has a plug in my ass and a vibrator in my pussy. My legs are strapped closed, but the clamp that Jarek attached to my clit also vibrates, and I'm having a hard time holding my orgasm in.

"I still need to clamp your pretty little nips, pauper. You need to remain still so I don't hurt you," he explains mockingly.

"Please, Jarek…"

"Oh? No,Sir,this time?"

"I'll say whatever you want, just please let me come," I plead.

"Bad girls don't come, remember?" Jarek chuckles.

He pinches my nipple and places a clamp on it, making me hiss. When he does the other one, I glare at him.

Jarek grips my jaw, causing my mouth to open, and he spits. I jerk back, surprised at first, but then I swallow it, knowing that's what he wants me to do. His lips crush against mine, and he devours them with his kiss.Suddenly, the clamps on my nipples start to vibrate, and I moan as I try to hold my orgasm back.

"Oh, God…" I mumble against his lips.

"Wrong. There's no God here, only the Devil himself. Do you want to come, pauper?" Jarek asks teasingly.

"Yes…please!"

All vibrations stop.

"That's too bad." He reaches around me and slaps my ass. "I think it's time to see how red we can make this cute little peach of yours."

I groan as I hang my head. I don't know how much more edging I can take. Jarek is good at what he does, and although I can tell he's harder than a rock, he refuses to fuck me.

Jarek walks to the cabinet where he keeps his paddles and takes out the thin, narrow wooden one. This one gives a good sting; if I remember correctly, I could only take five swats with it the last time he used it. It's been a while, so this ought to be interesting.

The vibrations turn back on, and a sting lands on my backside. I rise onto my toes, trying to escape it, but it's no good. Another sting comes, and then another. I cry out, but I don't tell him to stop. I must be crazy, but I want this. I must prove I can be the woman he needs in every aspect of his life. I know other husbands step out on their partners in their line of work; I don't want Jarek to have a reason to do it.

I don't realize tears are flowing down my face until Jarek drops the paddle and comes back to stand in front of me. He brings his hands to my face and swipes the wetness with his thumbs.

"You are so damn beautiful when you cry for me, pauper." His lips are soft as they brush against mine this time. "You've taken your punishment like a good girl, and now, I'm going to fuck you."

Jarek removes the straps from my legs and pulls the vibrator out. In a matter of seconds, he's got his cock out and is grabbing my ass, pulling me into him. My legs automatically wrap around his waist as he thrusts into me. He isn't gentle by any means. Every time our pelvis' meet, he bumps against the clamp on my clit, sending a streak of pain through it, but it's a good pain.

"Look at you, pauper. I've made you into my perfect little whore, but you're so much more than that. Aren't you?"

I nod as I concentrate on not coming because I'm on the cusp of it now. "Only for you, Jarek."

"That's right. My girl, my whore, my little pauper. All. Fucking. Mine!" he growls through gritted teeth as he thrusts into me deep and releases himself. "Come with me, Liliana."

I come hard.

"That's it, baby. Give it all to me…" Jarek grips my jaw and kisses me in a brutal fashion, but I return it just the same.

When I'm done, my legs drop, no longer able to hold them in place, and I feel Jarek working on the cuffs around my wrists. My legs don't hold me, and before I can fall, Jarek's swinging me up and into his arms.

"Shh, it's all done, baby. You did so well for me." He carries me from the playroom and takes me to our room, where he lays me on the bed.