I shift my gaze back to hers. Push her backward on the bed.

She doesn’t resist. Not then and not when I take her wrists and stretch her arms to either side of the bed and wrap her hands around the rungs of the headboard.

“Keep them there,” I tell her.

I release her wrists. Look at her. It’s like she’s splayed out on the cross. Like a sacrifice. Like my sacrifice.

But that’s not what this is. I’m not here to make an offering.

I undo my belt. “I should whip your ass. I would. You fucking deserve it.”

She’s watching me, mouth open, eyes like saucers. She swallows.

I rip her panties off her, look at her pussy. It’s mine too. She doesn’t understand that yet, though. I thought she did, but I was wrong. I hook two fingers inside her cunt.

“You’re hurting me,” she squeaks.

“Good.”

“Sergio—”

“Who do you belong to?”

She squirms, grips my arm to pull me off.

With my free hand, I take her wrist and draw it back out to the headboard. “I told you to fucking keep your hands here. Do I need to tie you down?”

She shakes her head.

“Grip it,” I say when she hasn’t yet.

She obeys, silent but for her eyes. They betray her fear. But something else too. She does know. She does understand. She just can’t accept it yet. I have to make her accept the fact that she no longer belongs to herself but to me.

“If you let go, I swear to God I will take my belt to your ass.”

My face is stone as I undo my pants, push them and my briefs down far enough to free my cock.

She shifts her gaze to the stick I laid on the nightstand earlier.

I take hold of her ankles and spread her legs wide. Bend her knees and push them up. I’ve got her attention again and when I do, I look down at her cunt, the lips spread open, pink and gleaming.

My fingers dig into her legs and when she makes a sound, I don’t soften my hold. I intend to hurt. To punish. I do it when I drive into her too. She’s not ready for me but I don’t care.

“Look at me.”

She makes a sound, her forehead is creased when her eyes meet mine.

“You don’t get to fucking leave. You don’t get to walk away. We established that.”

I draw out and thrust hard, slap her ass when I do. The sound of flesh hurting flesh bounces off the walls.

She grunts. I pull back, twist her body a little, slap her ass again. Twice. Harder. Before I drive into her. She’s turned her head away, is squeezing her eyes shut.