Page 17 of Sacred Blood

“Yowch! That wasn’t planned!”

“I’m not convinced.”

Down came the cane.

“Ahh! I took the job at Mercy, you being there wasn’t even on my radar, I swear!”

“And yet you followed me here.”

Swwap!

“Ow! I did not! I told you. This is just temporary while I look for work at another hospital. I didn’t know you had a brother that owned this place.”

“Even if that were true, it doesn’t explain why you assaulted me with a glass of whiskey.” I gave her a stroke with the cane and leaned in deliberately close, so that she could feel my breath on her back when I inquired, “Was my performance in the office really so disappointing?”

She shivered.

I put my hand between her shoulder blades, feeling her muscles jump in surprise and apprehension before I caressed the curve of her spine down to the restraining belt. I gripped it tight. “Should I make it up to you?” I asked and yanked the belt back, pulling her suddenly into the pumping action of the fuck machine, where she yelped, bucked and whimpered before I shoved her back out of its reach.

“Do you know what I think?”

“I don’t care what you think,” she spat.

“I think you were jealous,” I continued in a musing tone. “You saw me looking at those beautiful women on the dance floor and you became green with envy didn’t you, belladonna?”

I emphasized my question with another stinging swat.

“Ow! Yes! Fine! I saw you staring at that woman’s ass and got jealous. Are you happy now?”

Little did she know that I was indeed thrilled, but I didn’t show it.

“That woman is my brother’s wife and she, I have no doubt, is receiving her punishment at the hand of my very displeased brother. She is another naughty girl, and I’m sure her punishment fits the crime. In fact–” I moved around in front and flicked the dangling metal of the clamps. “—I’m sure she’s getting spanked in the car where his men can hear her cry and beg for him to stop.”

I flicked the clamps again.

“Does that excite you, Bella? Another woman getting spanked by her master, her god? She’ll fuss and struggle and cry, but when it’s over, she’ll be down on her knees, swallowing his cock like a good girl.” I flicked the dangling metal attached to her nipples and added in a few tugs. “Do you want to be a good girl?”

She moaned, panted, and finally said, “Yes, Sir. I want to be a good girl.”

“Tsk tsk, little Gaby. Tell me your name and I may let you have an orgasm.”

I put down the cane and grabbed the flogger, dusting the ends down her back and ass in a figure-eight pattern. Her long moan of desire filled the room; she wanted more, but so did I. “Tell me your name.”

“Allegra,” she responded.

“Allegra. A pretty name for a pretty woman.”

“Please, Gaetano. May I come now?”

I continued dusting her back, the hypnotic slap, slap, slap of leather tendrils on her skin filled the room. “Second name,” I demanded.

“Gabriella.”

That wasn’t what I was looking for, but at least now I knew where Gaby came into things.

“Allegra Gabriella…?”

She didn’t add her last name. I flicked the leather between her thighs when the dildo pulled back.