C26 Twenty Six

~Bianca’s POV~

“...twenty.”

The word scraped harshly from my throat. My body shook and my pussy was on fire. I trembled, humiliated, yet soaked with my thighs sticky with arousal dripping onto the desk beneath me, betraying me with every pulse.

Damien finally stilled. His chest rose with calm control as the spatula dangled from his hand like a weapon he might decide to use again. Merciless blue eyes were fixed on me with cruel amusement.

“Look at you.” He said. “Dripping after every strike. You pretend you hate it, Bianca, but your filthy little cunt tells me the truth.”

Shame scorched me. “I-I don’t—”

“Don’t lie.” His smooth thumb pressed against my swollen red folds, dragging my arousal across the sore skin deliberately. “You’ve drenched my desk. Is this what you need? To be punished until you’re wet and begging? Or do you just get this soaked for me?”

A raw and equally helpless whimper broke free from my lips, and his smirk widened.

Putting the spatula aside, my body stiffened as he slid between my spread, bound legs. The hard press of his thick cock ground against my swollen, still sore folds through the thin barrier of his pants, making the sting of the spanking burn painfully sweet. My nipples hardened instantly as his chest crushed against mine, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“You’re so easy to break. And yet…” His whisper was that of venom. “…you glare. You fight. You bare yourself, naked, defiant, while your body begs to be fucked. That contradiction is why you’re mine.”

Mouth trailing down, his teeth grazed before his wet tongue flicked my hardened right nipple. I jolted violently as my back arched against the ropes on my wrists. He sucked hard, tugging it between sinful lips, and biting until the pain grew into scorching pleasure that made the ache in my pussy burn hotter.

“Sensitive little slut,” he muttered against my skin. “I wonder how long I can drag this out before you’re sobbing for me to let you cum.”

Long fingers teased lower, ghosting my clit and rubbing maddeningly close then retreating, spreading my still-sore folds only to deny me. My hips writhed as I shamelessly sought out friction with each movement sending fire through bruised skin.

“Damien… please—”

Dark and mocking laughter vibrated against my breast. “Do you deserve it, little Bianca? After snooping where you shouldn’t? After forgetting your place?”

“I—” My voice broke into that of high desperation. “Please… yes, I deserve—”

“Wrong answer.” Fingers twisted my left nipple hard, eliciting a cry from me. “You don’t deserve anything. You obey. That’s the only reason I give you anything.”

My head fell back as shame burned deeply in my gut. “Yes… yes, I’ll obey—”

“Good girl.”

His approval was a whip crack of arousal. He drove his fingers inside me without warning, knuckles deep and curling to stroke the spot that made my body seize. His thumb pressed brutally against my clit and rubbed in circles at a pace so fast my thighs quivered. The sting from the spanking made each flick and stroke more intense.

“Cum for me,” he ordered. “Now.”

The command detonated inside me, and my body convulsed with the orgasm ripping violently through me. I screamed and arched against the ropes, thighs quivering as humiliating slickness gushed around his hand.

But Damien wasn’t done.

My release had barely begun to fade when he pushed away from me to open the same drawer. Cold dread seized my chest. In his hand twinkled something sleek and black and curved… unfamiliar and threatening.

My throat tightened. “Wh-what is that?”

“You’ll find out.”

Before I could protest, he pushed it inside me in a motion so ruthless, and I gasped as the thick and stretching intrusion filled me in ways that felt foreign and far too overwhelming.

“Wha- what did you—”

He ignored me. Casually and coldly, he pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it as though I wasn’t bound naked and spread across his desk with a device lodged inside me.

A faint smile tugged at his lips as the screen beeped.

“What are you—” My words twisted into that of panic.

Tilting the phone just enough for me to catch a glimpse of a glowing app instead, his thumb hovered over a pulsing icon. “Oh, nothing important,” he said darkly. “Just this.”

The device roared to life, and a brutal vibration exploded inside me so suddenly and deep I screamed. My body arched off the desk, nerves far still too sensitive from orgasm and spanking.

“Damien!” I sobbed while thrashing against the ropes.

“Fuck, look at you.” He swiped lazily across his phone with the vibrations spiking until I bucked helplessly. “Wouldn’t you rather it was me? My cock filling you instead… stretching you, owning every inch.”

My eyes darted down helplessly this time, catching the outline straining against his zipper, the heat of it still burned into my skin from before. The sight made his filthy words coil so tightly inside me, unbearable in their truth. My body convulsed and clenched around the toy as stinging folds ached under every squeeze and press.

“You’re going to cum again, aren’t you?” His smirk was devastating. “Pathetic little slut, begging for more cock, more pain, more of me. Should I let you? Or should I rip it away?”

“Please… please, Damien—”

The vibrations cut off. Silence. Devastating silence. My body spasmed, caught mid-climb, denied, and strung so tight I could hardly breathe.

“Wh-why did you—”

A grin took form across his lips. “Because the session is over.”

The ropes fell loose afterwards. My arms dropped uselessly and legs quivered as he freed me, feeling me with relief and a mixture of confusion. Suspicion made its way up my chest. Why stop now? Why release me?

“Go.” His tone was a final and smooth and dripping command. “Get yourself cleaned up. We’re having visitors.”

I slid off the desk unsteadily with the toy still buried inside me. Instinctually, I reached down to pull it out of me, only for his hand to shoot up and grip my wrist.

“Leave it.”

My pulse stuttered at that. “W-what?”

His gaze was glacial. “If you take it out, Bianca, you won’t like the outcome. Do you understand?”

Terror and arousal tangled together, choking me. I nodded quickly. “Yes.”

Shaking, I dressed with the device pressing silently inside me, every step reminding me who owned me. I dared to glance at him. “Wh- who are the visitors?”

His smile spread slow and cruel. “Your dear husband, Nathan. And your mother-in-law, Cecilia.”

The floor vanished beneath me and my breath froze.

“W-what?”

“They’ve finally decided to check in on their precious wife and daughter-in-law,” Damien said lazily, lounging back on his chair like a king awaiting his audience. “And they’ll find you exactly how I want them to.”