Page 31 of Surprise Bratva Daddy
"I burned Maksim's business to the ground. I told you that I'd protect you from him. I will destroy everything he owns, and then nothing will ever threaten you."
"Is that how you intend to build trust?" I ask, even as my mind begins to melt. His hand slides down my stomach, slipping under the waistband of my jeans and stroking my pussy.
"It's a start," he says.
His fingers slip inside me, and my toes curl. His thumb strokes my clit, and his lips move back up to mine, muffling my moans.
"I want you on the table, wrist and ankles bound. You are going to be helpless, but that's what makes it good for you," he explains as he removes his hand from my pants. "Undress, and I will show you a world you've never dreamed could exist."
I nod, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I'm scared, but excited, and there's a part of me that craves this kind of excitement. The danger is intoxicating, and Zane is the only person who could show me what it's like to have a real connection with another human being.
I strip off my clothes, dropping them onto the floor. The cool air against my bare skin makes me shiver.
"Get on the table and lay on your back," Zane orders.
I climb onto the table, laying back and closing my eyes. I feel him binding my wrists and ankles with the leather straps attached to each corner of the table, pulling them tight so I can't get loose.
"Open your eyes," he says.
I do, and he's standing over me, staring down. His face is illuminated by the red light, his eyes burning that same red hue. "This is your chance to back out," he says. "If you want to leave, now is the time."
I swallow, my throat so dry it feels like a desert. "I want this," I whisper, barely able to form the words.
"Good girl," he says, stroking my cheek. "Now, it's time to play."
I'm scared, and I don't know what to expect, but I know that he'll take care of me. I have no choice at this point but to trust him with my body. The rest is up to him.
Zane runs his fingers over my naked body as he walks down the length of me, examining me like a product he's about to consume. I'm grateful that he's already seen me naked, or this would be a lot more stressful.
"You're a work of art, darling," Zane says, rubbing my thigh. His hand is warm, and it soothes the goosebumps on my skin.
"Thank you," I murmur, a blush creeping up my cheeks.
He leaves for a moment, coming back with a riding crop. My heart rate increases again as he slides the leather end down the center of my chest and stomach, stopping just above my clit. He taps my pussy lightly, teasing me with it.
"Are you ready for your first punishment?" he asks.
"Yes," I reply, swallowing my fear. "I've been really bad."
"You have," he agrees, slapping the crop against my inner thigh.
I yelp, squirming against the bindings.
He rubs the area with his palm, soothing the pain. "Your skin is so soft," he says, his eyes glued to my thighs. "And your mound is so sweet. I'm going to enjoy eating it, but not before I've taught you a lesson."
I bite my lip, the anticipation building. He stands there for a moment, and with each second that passes, my head becomes lighter and the muscles in my body tighten further. The anticipation is too much.
Zane slaps the crop against my clit suddenly, sending an electric shockwave through my body. "That's for snooping," he growls. He slaps the crop against my nipples, and they stiffen. "And that's for lying about it."
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
"Not yet, but you will be," he replies. "I'm going to break you today, Monroe. You will never be the same after this."
I believe him, but I also believe that I'm already broken. All he can do is step on the shattered glass and turn what's left of my soul into dust.
I'm expecting another sharp sting from the crop, but instead, Zane's fingers slide up my thigh and being exploring my pussy. He runs his fingers through my wetness, spreading it around and humming to himself. "You're very wet. I didn't realize how much of a whore for pain you were."
I whimper because it feels so good, but he denies me the pleasure of any sort of relief. He switches back to the crop, slapping just above my pussy as he plays with my clit.
