Not quite...

He shook his head. "I asked you what you wanted."

He was toying with her. Was there no limit to his perversion? He continued to dial up the agony in her chest and she could feel herself falling apart.

"Spank me!" she blurted out. "I-I want you to spank my... my ass! Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts so much! P-please stop! Pleeeease!"

He finally released her nipple and she couldn't help but gasp in relief. A tear ran down her cheek, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her face. She hadn't meant for it to come out so desperately. She hated how **** it made her sound, and hated the fact that he was obviously enjoying it. Still, anything was better than this awful pain.

"Very well. Since you asked so nicely," he said mockingly.

She shivered with disgust as his hand followed the shape of her body as he made his way downwards. Though the skin of his palm was rough and she could feel his calluses, it was still an almost pleasant experience compared to the torment he'd inflicted before. She felt dizzy, the mixed signals shooting up her nerves setting her mind awhirl. She hated him, and yet somehow she had to stop herself from pushing her body against his hand. At least he didn't notice. She was sure he would surely have gloated if he had.

Instead, he seemed content to take his time as he traced the curves of her bottom. Her eyes were tightly shut, and all she could think about was how much she wanted this to be over with. Her whole body was rigid as she felt the anticipation getting to her.

"Oh, get it over with!" The words escaped her lips before she could stop them.

Instantly, he pulled back and brought his hand down onto her ass. Simultaneously, he withdrew his hand from her throat—she had almost forgotten it had been there. The **** of the blow knocked her off balance, and she tipped forwards, only barely catching herself by bracing her hands against the wall.

She was still coming to her senses when he shoved her more harshly against the wall, squashing her still aching breasts against it. Before she knew what had happened, he'd taken her arms in an iron hold behind her back. If anything, this position was even more humiliating than the last. His hand on her throat hadn't been pleasant by any means, but at least her arms had been free. At least she could have resisted, even if she chose not to. Now she was little more than a rag doll, a helpless warm body for him to manipulate as he saw fit.

His palm smacked against her ass again.

"Nggg," she whimpered. She struggled weakly against his grip; deep down she knew she had no chance of escape, but she refused to surrender herself completely.

Indeed, Lucas gave no sign of even detecting her efforts and his spanks continued unabated. They were measured and rhythmic: he slapped her, she cried out in pain, then barely had time to take a breath before the next one landed. This was the pain she'd come to know from the previous time. Not the piercing torment he had inflicted on her nipples, but a fiery, lingering heat as he pummeled her flesh. It hurt just as much, in its own way, but somehow she was more able to endure it.

"Unghhh! Nhhhh! Aaaah!"

She could feel her tears drip down her cheeks and she didn't care. Her mind was fixated on the pain, as if it were a candle in a dark room, and all she could see was its glow. With every slap, it brightened. She wanted to cup her hands around its comforting warmth, but she couldn't get any closer. She needed...