C30 Thirty

Bianca POV

A whip?!

My breath caught.

What was he going to do to me?!

He lingered on the door for a moment, his eyes locked on mine naked figure.

Then, with a devil like smirk, he strode into the room.

His movement was purposeful, each step deliberate, as if he were a predator closing in on his prey.

I couldn’t look away, my gaze locked onto his.

He stopped at the edge of the bed, his shadow looming over me. I shivered under his gaze, my skin literally prickling with goosebumps.

“What are you… you doing?” I asked, though I already had a sick idea.

Without a word, he raised the whip in the air. I bit my lip, my body arching slightly, shutting my eyes hard in anticipation of the first strike.

“.. Argh… “ I let out a soft whimper as the whip landed hard on my shoulder.

The sting of the whip was immediate, like a sharp burst of pain that soon turned into a throbbing ache.

“Louder!!” his voice shot out, his words felt like a knife piercing through.

I gasped, my back arching off the bed as the sick sensation of it spread through me.

“Yes Damien.. “

Damien didn’t hesitate again, as he raised the whip again.

The next strike landed lower, across my hip, as the feel of the leather tails wrapped around my soft and exposed thigh before snapping back.

A soft moan escaped me, my body twisting around the sheets.

The pain and pleasure intertwined in a sick way that only my body could explain.

“More Damien. More… “ my voice shot out, my tone laced with lust.

He moved closer to the bed, still tugging that sick smirk.

He raised the whip again, but this time he didn't wipe me.

He used the tail at its tip to caress my body.

He carefully rubbed that tail around my nipples, then to my pussy.

A loud moan I couldn't hold back tore from my throat.

Then, he raised it up again, and landing another strike, this time to my plump breasts.

“Argh!!!” a sharp moan tore out.

My plush and big breasts reacted with a sting that sent jolts of pleasure through me.

My back arched, my head thrown back as I cried out, my body a symphony of sensation.

The pain of the whip was sharp, but it was followed by a wave of pleasure that crashed over me. I was lost in the sensation, my mind now foggy.

Damien paused, his hand reaching out to trace the marks he’d left on my skin.

His fingers on my skin were firm, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

I whimpered softly, my body craving more, almost begging for him to whip me again.

I arched into his hand, my hips lifting slightly, my body begging for more.

He straightened again, rising the whip again. “You better scream my name louder!” his voice shot out, but I was too consumed by the pleasure to care.

Then, his wipe fell again, this time across my ass.

“Ah…Yes Damien!” my moan thundered through the room.

The strike was the hardest he gave, and so was the pain, but it was followed by a wave of pleasure that left me gasping.

My body convulsed, my muscles tightening as the sensation overwhelmed me.

I cried out, my voice hoarse, my body arching off the bed.

Then, Damain leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “For this six months. You’re mine, and don't ever forget it,” he whispered, his words sending a sick thrill through me.

Then he dropped the whip by a desk next to the bed and left.

I was left reeling in the feel of my sensation.

The next morning came like a cruel reminder to me.

I still couldn't even remember how I got to my room.

Either way, I was sure it was embarrassing.

I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, my body still ringing from yesterday night.

I could still spot some marks around my body, but still I couldn't deny the sick pleasure of kt.

I pressed my hand against my ribs, tracing one of the wounds.

I couldn’t decide what disgusted me more.. what he did to me, or how my body reacted to it.

Every strike he gave me was supposed to be pure pain, but I couldnt deny the pleasure I felt in it.

That's what scared me the most.

I shoved the thought away.

No. It wasn’t my desire. It was his pure manipulation.

Or was it?

“Arggh… “ I groaned almost in frustration, as I buried my face in the pillow, “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Just then, my door creaked. My head snapped up.

Damain stood by my door, his eyes locking on mine.

My stomach lurched as I scrambled to sit up, clutching the sheets like they could shield my naked body.

He had already enough of it to care.

His eyes swept around my room, then locked on me with that same cold glare.

“I won’t waste time,” he said flatly, his voice firm. “Tonight, you’ll be accompanying me to an auction event. Be ready.”

The words barely registered.

I blinked at him, stunned. An auction? With him? Out in public?

My throat tightened. “Are you insane?” I blurted before I could stop myself. “What will people think if they see us together? I’m still married to Nathan. This is just a contract.”

Not that I cared about my marriage to Nathan. But before I take Nathan down, I wanted the world to still see am as that caring and loyal wife, only then would it sting the most.

If the world saw me with Damian, if they saw me dressed up on his arm, it would ruin everything.

I stood up at once, my voice coming out sharp. “I can’t just walk into some event on your arm like I'm your wife. People will talk. They’ll—”

He cut me off with just the raise of his index finger.

Then he took one step closer to me, and then another, each step measured and deliberate,, until he closed the space between us.

I forced myself to look up to him, meeting his sharp gaze.

Damian leaned in, close to my ear.

His warm breath against my skin, made my hair stand up.

Then, his voice came. “They’ll think exactly what I want them to think,” he murmured. “And you’ll do exactly what I tell you to do.”

The finality in his tone sliced the air clean in half.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Damian straightened without waiting for a reply, his expression still cold and unreadable.

Then he turned, walked to the door and left.

The silence he left behind was heavy.

I collapsed back into the mattress, clutching the sheets tighter.

Tonight, I had to go to an auction, by his side?!