The Club by Suzanne Steele Read Free Book Online

it? Damn, why did I say that?!?

     

Antonio Wayne
    I wait until we get home to deal with her. As soon as we get through the door, I grab her ass and all but drag her down to the dungeon. She is screaming and kicking like a fucking hellcat and I’m loving every minute of it. With one hand, I grab her wrists and place her in the manacles hanging from a thick chain attached to the ceiling.
    I grab the knife in my pocket and with one touch of a button the switchblade springs free.
    “I’m sorry, Tony. I shouldn’t have… pleeeeze.”
    “You’re so fucking hot when you’re terrified, Roxanne.”
    I take the blade and run it over her breastbone. “I wouldn’t move if I was you, girl. You really fucked up telling me you want to fuck another man.” I have no intentions of fucking another woman but I’m not telling her that.
    “Tony, please, you’re scaring the shit out of me.”
    The blade slices through the front of her dress like hot butter and then I rip off the pasties she’s wearing, sucking and licking the burn away. She looks so fucking good strung up in my dungeon and at my mercy.
    “You are so fucking beautiful and you’re all mine.” My knife slices through her underwear with one rapid swipe and I bend to remove her shoes. She can barely touch her toes to the floor.
    “Tony, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”
    I lean in and whisper in her ear, “Too late, kitten… too fucking late.”
    “Tony, please…”
    “That’s Master to you, girl.” She clams up like a fucking shell. She might be too proud to say it now but by the time I’m finished with her, I won’t just be her Master, I’ll be her whole fucking world. Her begging once again interrupts my thoughts.
    “Tony, please…”
    “All that begging you’re doing is making my cock hard.”
    I grab the back of her neck, fisting her long auburn hair, and pull her towards me. I place the switchblade at her throat, applying enough pressure to scare her but being careful not to cut her. My knife is kept at a razor’s edge—always ready for my enemies…
    “There is no fucking way you’re getting away with that. You need discipline, Roxanne.” I cock my head when I say it. Staring into her tearstained face, she truly mesmerizes me. I let her go and the chain swings causing her to kick her feet.
    “Belt or paddle?”
    “No, Tony.”
    “I think the paddle because you’re swinging too much and I don’t want to bruise those precious kidneys of yours. I’ll just have to wrap my big strong arm around your waist to hold you in place so I can strike that pretty little ass of yours with precision. I don’t want to do anything to hurt you so badly you aren’t here with me. I listen to her sobs as I go to a place on the wall where various implements, paddles in all shapes and sizes, are hung. I grab a long one, with holes bored through it, and make my way over to her. She begins screaming and kicking her feet in anticipation.
    Saying that she should be able to sleep around went through me like a hot poker. I know that she thinks I am fucking around with the dancers but the truth is that since I have taken her captive, I haven’t so much as touched one of my other women.
    “Please, Antonio, I’m sorry.” I can see the fear in her eyes and it awakens the beast within me. My cock hardens as tears continue to stream down her face. I grab firmly around her midsection to hold her still. I meant what I said about not wanting to harm her. My hand comes down with lightning speed and I deliver three consecutive strikes on her ass. She’s sobbing uncontrollably now. I don’t give a fuck; it’s turning me on. I get right in her tearstained, snot dripping face and hiss.
    “You listen to me and you listen good, girl. I am a dark, twisted, and very fucked up man. Do you know what a sadist is? I don’t give her time to answer. “I enjoy inflicting pain on women. Now granted, I have access to women that enjoy that side of my dark psyche but you, little