Another sharp, painful sting.
What the fuck was he using? It felt like a twig or reed of some kind.
“I told you everything I know!” Anothercrack. I stretched higher on my tiptoes, trying to ease the pressure on my neck and escape the pain of his punishment.
“You’re holding back, Little Red,” he said. “Tell me what you know about him.” Anothercrack. God, my skin was probably black and blue with just the few hits he’d delivered.
“Just that he showed up with another guy I recognized,” I cried out, a sob bursting from my chest.
“What is his name?”
“Jediah Banecroft,” I told him.
“How do you know him?”
I clenched my jaw, refusing to answer. Telling him where I knew him from meant admitting where I came from. What had happened. He couldn’t know that. No one could.
Crack.
Crack.
Moon Goddess, that stung like a bitch. But even worse? I was growing wet between my thighs. I could feel the sticky moisture of my arousal. Its scent hung heavy in the air, and if I smelled it, so could he.
“Tell me, Red,” he urged.
“I can’t…” I breathed through a sob. “Please…don’t make me.”
Crack.
Crack.
“Does he have something to do with why I found you half dead on the riverbank?”
He’d been the one to find me?
Anothercrack. This time, I moaned.
“Does my babygirl like that?” Hunter crooned in my ear. “I bet you’re wet, aren’t you?” He parted my legs with his foot. Something hard and cold ran between my legs, pressing up against my pussy. Then it was gone.
“Fucking soaked,” he nearly moaned. “Such a good girl.”
“Now tell me.” Anothercrack. Fuck, the juices of my arousal on the object caused the swing to sting harsher than the last. “Or I start to get more creative. Start talking, Red, or we’ll be out here all night.”
Pinching my lips tight, I roved over the options in my mind. The noose around my neck was getting tighter. Thecrackof his homemade crop had begun to stir something dangerous within me. I was terrified of how far he would take this, but fear wasn’t the only thing coating my veins.
I was hyperaware of his movements behind me while he waited patiently for me to answer. When I remained silent for too long, he cracked my sore ass once again. This time with more force.
“He’s a member of my former pack!”
The heat of his body was at my back. One hand snaked around the curve of my belly, pressing me back against his groin. I gasped at the feeling of his hard cock against my ass.
“You’re getting off on this!” I accused with a small snarl.
He chuckled. “Yeah, babygirl.” The arm around my waist lifted me against him slightly, easing the noose around my neck. His free hand caressed my right breast, thumb sliding across the nipple. I’d never felt pleasure like this. It was a simple brush of my breast, but the stroke of his thumb was like a live wire. I let out a groan of pleasure, my head falling back against his shoulder. “Never said I wouldn’t. I like seeing your ass striped with my marks. The scent of your arousal is swimming around me, getting me even harder.”
It had never been like this with Damien. Even when I’d participated so he would make it less painful, it was never good for me.
Hunter’s touch was like a bomb going off. The hand on my breast caressed down my stomach teasingly, all the way to my pussy. I whimpered slightly as he stroked two fingers across my clit, back and forth. He’d dive toward my opening, gathering up the wetness, before spreading it back over my clit and repeating the process.