Hugo knelt in front of me again, his fingers tracing a path along my jaw. “You’re a beautiful little thing,” he said, his tone mockingly soft. “Maybe I’ll keep you as a pet and prisoner after I dump Dario’s body in the street.”

I glared at him, my voice steady and defiant. “I’m already Dario’s prisoner, Hugo. And I only serve one master, and that’s Dario. I’d rather die than serve an old man with a rusty pipe between his legs.”

The words barely left my mouth before his hand struck my face, the force of the blow knocking me onto my side. Pain exploded in my cheek, blood dripping from my nose and lips.

Hugo loomed over me, his face twisted with rage. “Careful, girl,” he hissed. “That rusty pipe will fuck you right in front of your lover before I kill him. That’ll be the last thing he sees before he rots in hell.”

I stared up at him, hatred burning in my eyes. I would rather die than let this man in between my legs. Dario would come. He had to.

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I pulled back slightly, letting the tension in the room thicken as Katy lay blindfolded, her body taut with anticipation. Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matched the pulse of excitement coursing through me. I let the silence linger, knowing it would heighten her senses, make her feel every movement, every sound. 


I reached for a feathered whip—a light, teasing tool designed to provoke rather than harm. It was delicate yet effective. 


Dragging it along her exposed skin, I watched her flinch at the unexpected sensation, her body arching slightly as the feathers traced the line of her collarbone and down her stomach. 


“Relax,” I said, my voice a deep, calming command. “This isn’t about pain, Katy. It’s about awakening every nerve in your body. Trust me.” 


She shivered but remained silent, her lips pressed together as if she were trying to suppress a reaction. That resistance of hers was like a drug, urging me to push her further. 


The Moment of Pain and Pleasure