113. Break for me, my little devil

Erica

The fear and little bit of apprehension I had was nowhere to be found now, and in its place there was only hunger. Hunger for him. And yet, as I sobbed and screamed from the sharp bite of pain he was inflicting on my back, second after second, I held on to my pride. Even though I knew it won’t do me any good, still I didn’t want to give in so easily.

He marked me, stroke after stroke, the leather left a fiery strike everywhere it landed and when he was done with my back, he moved lower. I arched up, my hands twisting in my binds as I stood up on my toes when he hit me below the curve of my arse, catching me on my sensitive skin. I screamed for him and I knew he was enjoying every second of it even though I was torturing both of us by making him wait. I knew he wasn’t the man who would bow out, I knew it had to be me and I will. I will when I’d feel like begging him won’t make me weak and then only I’d beg him.

Strong fingers wrapped around the back of my neck, pulled my head b