My night with Reynard had been rather incredible. He ravaged my body and took what he wanted, but it was like a piece of my soul had been claimed in the process. I felt connected to him, yet I knew I couldn’t dare to let myself believe that was reality. I was nothing more than a toy—a body to be used for his pleasure as my promise-debt was paid. It was scary to think that I was starting to enjoy his cruelty—to look at the cage as my home instead of my prison. If I gave him my soul, I wasn’t sure I would recover—nor was I sure I would be able to leave when the final piece of my debt was paid.

Yet there are still things I don’t know—a question I can’t ask about Wyatt. Each day that passes without an answer to that burning question fills me with even more terror.

The door opened, and I looked up, expecting to see Reynard. For a moment, I wondered if he didn’t actually go to work when he rushed me to finish my bath and get back in the cage. But it wasn’t Reynard standing there—it was his brother, Mauro. He had a piece of paper in his hand—one of my promises. Had he come to collect? Reynard said he could, but he had shown me nothing but kindness. My eyes drifted to his left hand, which was holding a wooden paddle. That wasn’t an implement of kindness. I scurried to the back of my cage as I thought about the one guy that had mentioned using one on me—a man who had as much cruelty in his heart as Reynard.

“Out of your cage.” Mauro unlocked the door and took a step back.

I wasn’t allowed to speak. The gag was back in my mouth. All I could do was obey. I crawled forward and looked up at him—seeing a reflection in his eyes that held no hint of the kindness he had shown me before. He was going to hurt me. I had been a fool to believe there was any kindness in him. He was still dangerous—still part of the plan that put me in the cage. Whatever quelled those desires for so long no longer kept his darkness at bay.

“I assume you remember this promise.” He dropped the paper on the ground in front of me.

I nodded.

“Oh, are you not allowed to speak?” He reached down and started removing the gag. “Too bad—you’re going to be doing a lot of talking before I’m done with you—and begging—just like you promised.”

“Yes—Master.” I looked up at him and spoke, only because he had requested it.

The man I blackmailed was a high school principal from Wichita. He was an easy target once I found out who the man behind the veil was. He didn’t even need to have a wife to threaten—his desires were dark enough to make him terrified of anyone finding out what he craved. He took joy in corporal punishment—students that misbehaved and found themselves across his desk for three swats from his board. Except his fantasy called for more—he wanted them stripped and at his mercy—begging for more every time the paddle found a spot that made them scream. I doubted Mauro cared much about me being a student, nor did he care what made me scream—he said I would beg—that was clearly what he wanted.

“Bend over your cage—grab the bars with your hands.” He motioned towards my prison.

“Yes Master.” I stood and draped myself across the metal structure, feeling the coldness on my stomach and breasts.

“Three is never enough…” He patted my ass with the paddle. “They should know that they’ve done wrong—they should know that they deserve more—and they should beg for it until they scream. Then they should beg for more.”

SMACK!

“Ow!” My body jerked forward against the cage when the paddle came down on my ass for the first time.

That was exactly what the man said—his fantasy coming across Mauro’s lips. There was no kindness in the first swing from his paddle. It left searing pain where it landed. It wasn’t time to beg yet. I had to receive my punishment before I could beg. Three was what I had coming, and the next two were even harder—and they came in rapid succession.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Oh god!” I squealed and my grip on the cage tightened.

Then it was time to beg—time for me to ask for more, even though the first three had left my ass burning. That was Mauro’s darkness—what separated him from his brother. Reynard could punish with no regard for me. Mauro needed me to ask for it. He couldn’t deliver reckless agony. I had to choose my fate. I grabbed the steel bars and took a deep breath. I looked over my shoulder and felt the words tumbling across my lips.

“Please…” I made eye contact and tried to find my bravery. “Please give me more.”

“This isn’t what I want.” Mauro shook his head and threw the paddle on the floor. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I released my grip and turned slightly. “I made that promise—I have to fulfill it.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t mean it.” He walked over and sat down. “Just like you can’t beg when those words are lies.”

I guess there’s kindness in him after all—but I don’t deserve that. Reynard wouldn’t have hesitated if he was swinging the paddle.

“Please…” I walked over and dropped to my knees. “I’ve earned your wrath—you should give it to me.”

Even though I don’t truly know why…

“Have you?” He tilted his head and put his hand on the side of my face. “You don’t even know what you’ve done.”

“I stole from your brother—blackmailed him.” I swallowed hard.

“The tip of the iceberg.” He leaned forward. “Trust me.”

Do I dare ask—I got sentenced to silence for it last time—denied Reynard’s touch. No. I can’t bring that up again.

“Then punish me.” I grabbed the front of his pants. “Or let me do something else—you can do anything to me that you want.”

“There’s nothing you can do that will fix it.” He exhaled sharply. “Get back in your cage.”

I could have crawled back into my cage and let him slam the door. That would have been the end of it—but I couldn’t. Reynard had changed me in some way—tapped into a piece of my soul that made me crave the pain. If Mauro wanted me to beg, I could beg. I needed him to punish me. I picked up the paddle and walked back to him. He watched with his eyes showing confusion as I dropped it in his lap and draped myself across his knee.

“Please.” I looked over my shoulder. “Please punish me like I deserve.”

Mauro picked up the paddle and kept his eyes locked on mine as he ran his fingers across the wood. He locked his hand around my waist in a tight grip and lifted the long piece of wood. It was going to hurt, but it had to hurt. And I had to beg—beg until I screamed—then I had to beg for more. I prepared myself mentally, waiting for the wood to crash into my flesh—then it did.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Please, Master—please paddle me harder!” I squealed and felt my jaw tighten.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The desire was flooding out of Mauro. I felt his cock throb against me each time I begged for more. He paddled me until I screamed, and that wasn’t nearly enough—because I kept asking for him to keep going. My ass burned—agonizing pain ripped through me. Still, I begged for more. The fury was being unleashed, and I felt less wrath in his swings—then they stopped. I looked back at him and asked for the paddle to give me more agony, but he didn’t swing it. There was something else simmering in his eyes—the desire I saw in Reynard’s when he took my virgin body for the first time.

“Should I beg for something else?” I pushed myself against his cock.

“Yes.” He nodded.

He wanted me. The paddle was no longer what I had to beg for. I turned in his lap and straddled him—my lips begging for what was throbbing beneath the fabric prison. I unfastened his pants and as soon as his cock was free, he pulled me onto it and I took every inch as I sank on his length. There was more than just fury in his eyes—it was passion. He—wasn’t like Reynard—not when it came to that. I started to bounce on his cock, leaning forward until my lips were against his ear.

“Please fuck me—please fuck me, Master.” I purred, feeling my own burning desires colliding with his.

He stood and continued thrusting as he took me to the cage. He lowered me down until my back was against the steel and started hammering his cock deep inside my pussy. The pain had tempted his lust—and he wanted my body. I gave it to him. He slammed his cock into me so hard that the cage shook, and the bolts sounded like they were cracking in the marble. I don’t know what it was about Mauro’s lust that was so different from Reynard, but I craved—begged—pleaded for him to keep going.

“Don’t stop, Master—please don’t stop.” I purred into his ear again and a loud gasp echoed from my throat.

I took Mauro’s cock—his fury—his passion. He kissed me, lips crushing mine—the first real kiss I had ever experienced. Reynard had never kissed me before, not that I necessarily wanted it. Mauro’s kiss made me crave more. He ravaged my mouth with his tongue while his cock savagely took my pussy. I didn’t care that it hurt. I didn’t care that he wasn’t gentle. I needed to feel my body being driven into the cage. I needed to feel his hands squeeze the punished flesh where the paddle had landed—it just made me beg for him to keep going.

Then he started to throb—and my body was right there with him. My pussy spasmed on his length when my orgasm began. He shot hot, sticky cum deep inside me as his climax consumed him. Then it was over—as soon as it began. He lifted up and pulled himself free. I looked up at him, wondering what he would do next. If he picked up the paddle and demanded that I turn over, I would obey immediately—just so I could feel that passion again.

But he didn’t ask for anything else. He got dressed, picked up the paddle, and left me there on the cage. He didn’t even demand that I get back inside. I wasn’t sure what to do. My head was spinning, and my body felt like it had been wrecked. I stared at the ceiling for several minutes before I sat up. I did the only thing I knew how to do.

I dropped to my knees.

I crawled into the cage.

And I shut the door.

The only thing missing was the darkness, so I buried my face in the pillow and closed my eyes after I put the gag in my mouth.