by Sara Fields
It was so intense that I couldn’t think.
I could only feel.
My entire focus descended to the terrible pain between my thighs and all over my bottom. He whipped the backs of my legs hard and I couldn’t help but writhe over the plush fabric as I tried to escape the overwhelming sting that was intensifying over my most sensitive places.
Just when I thought the blazing agony couldn’t get any hotter, it did. The consuming heat escalated with every last passing second until my thoughts were centered entirely on the massive plug in my bottom and the paste that he’d spread across my clit.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I wailed.
“I know, little girl,” he answered gently.
The belt continued to fall, lashing all over my bottom and then down my thighs. By the time he finally finished, there wasn’t a single inch of my backside that didn’t burn and still it wouldn’t stop. I squeezed my eyes shut as he laid the belt back down on the table. With intention, he pulled a plush rug in front of the bench.
“Climb off the bench, little kitten. Get down on your hands and knees in front of it,” he instructed. It was hard for me to obey, but I did as quickly as I could for fear of any further punishment. My bottom hole ached, and my pussy throbbed with exquisitely hot pain. I wasn’t sure if moving made it worse or if it was just the passage of time. All I knew was that it hurt, and it hurt a lot.
I felt close to tears and I attempted to take several deep breaths in an effort to quell the burst of emotion hurtling through me.
“Shhhh, my sweet little kitten,” he murmured as he took a bowl off the table and poured a small portion of milk into it. He knelt down next to me and placed it in front of me. “You will lap up your milk, kitten, and if you’re very good, your master will reward you with a second bowl of cream,” he continued.
He sat down in front of me on the bench. My entire body flooded with arousal as I watched him free his cock. He took it in his fingers, slowly stroking up and down as he stared back at me.
“Lap up your milk, kitten,” he demanded, and a shiver of desire twisted deep in my core. I leaned down so that my head was level with the shallow bowl he’d placed in front of me. Hesitating, I stuck my tongue out from between my lips. The cold milk tasted delicious and I did my best to lap it up. There wasn’t much of it in the bowl, so I took my time and lifted my eyes to watch him.
His cock was hard as he studied me. My pussy clenched hard and I whimpered as a blast of sensation burned through me. I couldn’t take my gaze off of him as his fingers moved up and down his cock and I found myself wishing that I could take all of him into my mouth rather than the milk he was making me drink instead.
I never stopped lapping up that milk though.
“Such a good little kitten,” he murmured.
My inner walls fluttered with need. He’d punished me in a completely different way than I had expected and even as my flesh simmered with terrible burning pain, there was another feeling brewing deep inside me. I wanted him and I wanted him badly.
“Keep lapping up your milk, kitten, and you’ll be rewarded,” he urged.
My body nearly boiled with arousal.
I kept my gaze level with his cock as my tongue lapped up the milk and when he took another bowl into his hands, I couldn’t look away as he stroked his cock even faster. A soft moan escaped my throat as I watched him, and a hot flash of desire hurtled through me once he groaned with his own pleasure. His cock throbbed and I licked my lips as he held the bowl in front of him. He stroked himself a bit more roughly and I hummed anxiously when the first spurt of his seed marked the bowl.
I understood.
He filled that bowl with his cum and when he was done, he leaned down and placed the bowl in front of me. I stared at his seed in the gray bowl and glanced back at him.
I squirmed, feeling myself flush with shame.
“You will lap up every last bit of your master’s cream with that naughty little tongue. You will lick up every last drop unless you want to spend the rest of the day wearing your bad girl tail,” he instructed, all while lazily strumming his fingers up and down his cock.
With a whimper, I leaned down, staring at his seed against the porcelain surface of the bowl. Tentatively, my tongue ventured forward and lapped up the first bit of his cum. The salty flavor was a bit jarring at first, but as I swallowed it down my throat, the soft tremor of need within me grew even stronger. I grew bolder as I lapped up more and more and when the bowl was finally clean, I almost hummed out loud with disappointment. I turned to him, moaning in quiet need as he tucked his cock away.
“Over my knee, kitten,” he demanded.
I moved to obey him, but my entire body felt a bit shaky. As if in a haze, I took his fingers in mine. He gradually pulled me forward and before I knew it, I was back over his knee. Gently, he grasped the tail, pumping it in and out of my bottom. I couldn’t help the way my hips rolled with pleasure, even as the ginger paste continued to burn and punish me from the inside out.
Carefully, he pulled the base of the tail from my body and I keened as a sharp pinch of agony hurtled through me because of it. He didn’t leave me to wallow in it and almost immediately, his fingers descended between my thighs. He found my clit and worried it incessantly, forcing the need that had been brewing just below the surface to a head.
I moaned and his fingers slipped inside my pussy. My inner walls clutched at his thick digits, taking everything he gave me and more. My bottom hole was so sore and the agonizing heat from the ginger paste still scalded my tender flesh. Everything mixed together into one intoxicating sensation and when his fingers started to flutter inside of me, I lost control.
He forced that orgasm from me. One finger continued to grind against my clit while the others claimed my pussy and I screamed through one brutally hard climax after the next. I broke on his fingers hard, drowning in the exquisite bliss of endless pain and pleasure. It ravaged me over and over as I lay naked over his lap.
The taste of his seed still on my tongue intensified my pleasure even further. I couldn’t stop that string of orgasms even if I wanted to and as each one ravaged through me, they obliterated me from within.
Agony.
Pleasure.
Pain.
Endless burning bliss.
It was all one and the same.
By the time it was over, I was a quivering mess of satisfied kitten. When he finally pulled his fingers away from my sore spent flesh, my muscles couldn’t stop quaking with aftershocks. One tremor after another held me captive. He dragged his fingertips up and down my spine and I focused entirely on his touch, allowing it to bring me back. When my body had finally stopped shaking, he gathered me in his arms and held me tight.
“I love you, kitten,” he murmured.
“I love you too, sir,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I struggled to pull myself together. His arms wound around me even tighter, and I whimpered against him.
It was then that I knew I would never be able to let him go. I loved him with all of my heart and as his arms held me against him, I knew that he did too.
Chapter 13
Chloe
In the weeks that followed, Silas kept me to himself most of the time. If I needed to go anywhere, he took me himself. He kept Damon at arm’s length, ensuring that another member of his team tailed him at all times.
The longer I was with him, the more I felt like I was a member of his team. I would sit in his lap when he gathered everyone, and he’d give out orders. Sometimes when we were alone, he’d explain to me how the different computer databases worked. The one that fascinated me the most was a program he wrote to sift through the hours of security footage in order to identify someone or something he was looking for in the span of a few minutes. It was really quite interesting, and I couldn’t help but ask him one question after another about it. I could feel him smiling against the back of my head. He enjoyed that too.
For a while, the mafia families laid low and kept
to their own respective territories. From what Silas could gather, they’d taken a couple of steps back to regroup. Eventually, they began to grow impatient and their movements became more suspicious. Silas captured footage of the families meeting together in what they thought was secret, but nothing happened in the city without him knowing. It didn’t take us long to determine that both his name and mine were on their lips.
“They’re planning something against the two of us, kitten,” he murmured.
“Perhaps we should play them at their own game, sir,” I replied boldly.
“Very sassy, my pet. I like it,” he smiled. In silence, he studied the footage for a while longer before he said anything more.
“Come, we must get you ready for your show tonight,” he finally added while pressing a kiss to the back of my head.
“What if they come for me tonight?” I asked.
“Don’t worry, kitten. I will protect you, no matter what,” he answered.
I had done of number of smaller performances since I’d been given the opportunity to sing as the opening act at Radio City Music Hall. At every single one, Silas had ensured that his entire team was on the premises, watching closely for any signs of nefarious activity. Tonight’s show was a much larger venue however, and there would be many more opportunities for them to infiltrate it.
Silas had a pulled a number of strings for me and now every radio station was playing my songs. Almost overnight, I had gone from a no-name up and coming singer to a musician who appeared on several magazine covers. I had signed an agreement with a massive record agency and tonight, I was headlining my very first show to a sold-out audience.
Later that afternoon, he drove me to the venue himself and delivered me into the hands of hair, makeup, and wardrobe, leaving me for several hours so that they could have their way with me. When they were done, they delivered me to my dressing room backstage where Silas was waiting for me.
He crooked his finger in my direction and beckoned me to come to him. I protested as he took me over his knee, lifted my skirt, and pulled down my panties, taking care to inspect every last inch of me before he lubed a small plug with my arousal and pushed it into my bottom hole. He tapped his finger on top of it, jostling it enough so that I was more than aware of its heavy presence. I knew better than to fight him. I knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to spank me even before the big show.
“I want you to remember to be a good girl tonight, my pet,” he whispered, and I wiggled my bottom as he swatted it a few times. “If I’m impressed, I’ll reward you with my cock after the show.”
I blushed heavily as he pulled my panties back up and lowered my skirt, keenly aware of the weighted plug in my bottom. He helped me up to my feet and I slid one thigh against the other, feeling the toy move inside me and a rush of arousal surged through me.
“Yes, sir,” I smirked.
He lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, and I flounced out of the room, flicking my skirt back just enough to flash my panty-clad bottom in his direction.
“Little kittens who tease end up getting spanked,” he growled.
“Promises, promises,” I replied lightly, and he chuckled.
I made my way to the stage and when the musical beats of my song began, I ran out to the mic in the center. I peered out into the audience when the lights dipped low enough and I gasped at the thousands of faces staring back at me. Silas had taken his usual place in the front row and I smiled warmly in his direction as I curled my fingers around the mic. My muscles flexed and I tensed around the plug inside me, reminding me to do my best and making my arousal surge at the same time.
I belted out the first line to my biggest single and they roared with approval. I sang one song after another and the time flew by. Before I knew it, two hours had passed, and the show was coming to a close. The crowd had roared with their approval the entire time and it had left me flying high on adrenaline and happiness so complete that I thought I’d never come down from it.
When the show started to come to a close, they started cheering for an encore and I gave them one. I sang at least five more songs before I finally decided it was time to leave the stage.
“Thank you, New York!” I exclaimed into the mic and the crowd went wild.
I waved goodbye and left the stage, hardly even aware of where I was going. I simply floated with each step, a blissful smile on my face that felt like it would never go away. Tonight was perfect.
This was who I was meant to be. I would forever be thankful to Silas for helping me to secure such an incredible opportunity as tonight.
Once I reached the side of the stage, I turned left, and someone grabbed my upper arms hard enough to make me cry out in both shock and a little bit of pain. For a moment, it was hard for me to focus and in the darkness, my eyes struggled to focus. When I managed to recover, I blinked several times and finally recognized that it was Damon. He’d been waiting for me in the wings and I stilled, not wanting to do anything to trigger him. I spotted movement over his shoulder and I narrowed my eyes, noticing that Dean was crouched behind him in the shadows. He placed a finger on his lips, signaling me to be quiet and I took heed of it. I saw him level a gun in Damon’s direction out of the corner of my eye.
“Chloe, it’s good to see you again. Silas has been keeping you all to himself, hasn’t he?” Damon questioned.
So he didn’t know that I knew he had given me up. I could use that against him.
“That’s right. He’s kept me rather close,” I admitted.
Another man strode to Damon’s side. I didn’t quite recognize him.
“This is Matthew Lucchese,” Damon offered. “He’s a friend of mine. We know Silas had taken you. We know that you’re essentially his captive and that he lets you out from time to time to perform and continue with some sense of normalcy, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still his prisoner.”
There were certain elements of truth to what Damon was saying, but I didn’t make any move to confirm them.
“We have a proposition for you. If you agree to help us, you’d earn yourself a lot of money and your freedom along with it. All you have to do is turn against Silas and work with us,” Matthew began.
“I can’t help you,” I scoffed, and I moved to walk past them. I knew better than to believe the slimy words coming out of that man’s mouth. They’d probably take me as collateral and use me to take over the Genovese family, or they’d kill me and make sure that I never took my place at the head of it. I wouldn’t be safe with them, no matter what they offered.
Damon reached out and grabbed me by the upper arm, stopping me in my tracks. His fingers gripped hard enough to send a very clear message. I wasn’t going anywhere until I listened to everything these two had to say.
“Well, it’s not really a proposition because if you don’t agree to help us, we’ll kill you,” Matthew continued. I glared back at him.
“What do you want from me?” I spat.
“You see, I have powerful friends in many powerful places, and they aren’t happy with Silas. He’s been a thorn in their side for a long time because he’s been shutting down a number of the corporations that they use to launder money. We want him gone. You can either help us and earn a shit ton of money or you die. It’s that simple,” Matthew continued.
I chewed my lip, pretending that the two of them scared me. I rounded my shoulders and crossed an arm over my chest defensively. Damon released me and I took a single step back. I wanted them to think they were intimidating me and when their lips perked up in a smirk, I knew that I had been successful.
“We need to get him on his own and away from his team,” Matthew demanded.
I frowned, trying to come up with a solution. Then I had an idea.
“What about an after-party at Bar Emporia? You can call it to negotiate with him, but you could kill Silas and his men there instead. I could distract him with my performance while your people get into position,” I suggested.
Damon narrowed hi
s eyes thoughtfully in my direction.
“She might be onto something,” he muttered.
“Get Silas to come along tonight and you’ll earn a boatload of money along with your freedom at the same time we eliminate our enemy. Two birds, one stone sort of deal,” Matthew said as he nodded in agreement.
“I understand,” I replied, allowing my voice to tremble just a bit.
Damon handed me a small cell phone.
“I will text you with a time to arrive. If you know what’s good for you, you will do whatever you need to do to ensure that Silas is there,” Damon growled.
“I will,” I said softly, clutching the phone against my chest.
The two men left the wings of the stage and I waited until they were gone before I rushed back to my room backstage where I knew Silas would be waiting. I closed the door behind me and leaned back against it with a heavy sigh. He gazed back at me with concern.
“Come here, kitten,” he said firmly.
Without hesitation, I rushed over to him and climbed into his lap, wanting the safety of his arms once more.
I told him everything that happened on that stage. He was silent the whole time and when I finally finished, he cleared his throat.
“We have some work to do then, don’t we, kitten? These men don’t get to threaten you without paying the consequences,” he growled.
“Yes, sir,” I replied excitedly.
“Tonight, you’ll be my partner and we’ll finally give Damon and the rest of those mafia bastards what they truly deserve,” he murmured, and I curled into him, shrieking quietly with my eagerness.
“I can’t wait,” I exclaimed.
“First though, do you know how to shoot a gun, my pet?” he asked.
“I do, sir. I grew up in the woods and my father liked to hunt,” I answered.
“Good,” he replied, scanning his eyes across the room. “Do any of your songs require the use of that pretty guitar over there?”
