His hand came down across her bottom, jolting her from the drifting thoughts back into a more visceral moment. The smack stung, but it wasn’t as painful as the first night he’d spanked her when she’d been more tense, when her only thoughts involved how long she might live.

Fear for her life had disappeared, and after Leo’s sacrifice, fears he didn’t care or didn’t understand the damage he could cause or that maybe he did understand and wanted to cause it—those fears had left as well. Now it was fear of the unknown and how much pain she might have to endure to be with this man who she shouldn’t love or want to please.

After each strike, he caressed her flesh, soothing her so that her muscles stayed loose and receptive to more pain. Faith jerked against the ropes when a smooth, thin piece of lubricated glass slid inside her pussy. Despite her tension, the penetration wasn’t painful. She’d been tightly clenched—another piece of unconscious self protection. But he’d been prepared for that defense and had chosen something smaller to press inside her.

“That’s it, move with it. I like that. Exactly how my good little whores act.”

Heat crept up her neck and into her face. She hadn’t realized she’d raised and lowered her hips, her body begging for the toy as he moved it inside her in an achingly slow rhythm. The brief pain of the spanking was forgotten as she moved, grateful that he’d switched to something that could feel good and wouldn’t overload her so soon. But he was far from done.

She whimpered in protest when he extracted the toy and resumed the spanking. Her skin heated with each strike, the pain blending with the other sensations: the caresses, the light throbbing that moved from deep inside her skin. At the peak of discomfort—almost enough to beg—he backed off again.

Leo pushed the dildo into her, cold from fresh lubricant. She gripped the edges of the table as he fucked her harder with it this time. The force and momentum were enough that she could come if he’d keep doing it just like this at just this angle. He stopped too soon.

“Please, Master,” she found herself saying. She struggled in the ropes, knowing it was pointless, and a few tears slid down her cheeks. I’m not ready for more pain.

“Shhhhh.” He stroked her back, and a moment later, another lubricated phallus was inside her. This one larger than the first. Her walls expanded to accept it, and she moved, rocking against the cold toy as he slowly fucked her with it.

But slow wasn’t enough now. Faith struggled and pulled against her bonds, not caring as the rough rope dug into her wrists, tearing at her skin. She needed to push back harder, to force the dildo to be seated more deeply inside her, to fill her.

He pulled it away and she let out a frustrated cry.

“Eager is okay, demanding is not. Do you understand?”