Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

own defense. Even though I’m a little afraid to, I ask, “What do brats get?”
“Punishment.”
I suck in a breath at the cool steel in his tone. At the word itself. I may have been a bit combative
at dinner, but I’m not in the mood to fight with him anymore today. “Even—even if I’m sorry?” I ask
tentatively.
“Are you?” he asks, not bothering to mask the interest in his voice.
I swallow down the feeling that I’m betraying myself with my answer and nod. I just want to go
to sleep. I want this day to be over. At least when I wake up, I know he won’t be here.
He sits forward, bracing his hands on his spread thighs. “All right. Then I’ll allow you to
choose.”
My brow creases with confusion. “Choose?”
“Your punishment,” he specifies.
It’s only when he nods to the corner that I notice the piece of equipment set up there. It’s horrific.
A beam of metal erected at the center of an ebony-colored, solid wood base. There’s a layer of red
leather padding, and restraints behind the beam. Most horrifying of all, in front of the beam a thick
silver dildo is attached to some kind of shaft.
“What is that?” I whisper, hearing the tremor in my own voice.
“Door number one.”
“It looks like a torture device.”
“It can be,” he says casually, gazing at the monstrosity. “If you choose this option, I won’t fuck
your pussy tonight. It will. You will get on your knees, naked. I will strap you into the restraints and
smear some lube inside your pussy as a kindness. If you hadn’t apologized, I wouldn’t have bothered.
I’d have let you feel every bit of the brutality as the impaling machine pushed inside your dry little
cunt before you were ready. You’d strain with all your might to get away from the intrusion, but
you’re on your knees. There’s only so far you can go.” He holds up a little black remote. “And see, I
control that intrusion. So when you’re stretching away from it and retreating as far as you’re
physically able, I make it thrust higher. Faster. Harder. I let the machine brutalize that sweet pussy
until you’re crying and whimpering and begging for it to stop, begging me for mercy, and my cock is
rock hard because I’m the one doing it to you. And then, my sweet Hallie… then I fuck your face
while my machine abuses your pussy, and I keep doing it until my cum pours down your throat and
your pussy is so sore you can’t sit down, and then in the morning I wake you up with my cock,
because I love to fuck a battered pussy. So much easier to make you whimper and whine and beg me
to stop.”
My knuckles are white from how tightly I’m holding onto the towel. My face might be, too, and
my stomach feels sick.