Heart of Pains

Chapter Forty-three

Hannah's POV

"What did you say?" I asked, pressing my body against his.

"I'm sorry, mistress," he replied as he gulped.

I chuckled wickedly.

"How many letters are in mistress?" I asked.

He pauses a moment to count in his head. "Eight letters."

"Then that's how many hits you will get. Spell it out," I replied.

"Yes, mistress," he said.

I made him step forward as far as he could so I could punish him. I then started whipping his ass with my flogger, and with each hit, he said a letter. He finished eight lashes later. There are tears of pain pooling in his eyes, and his ass has turned a lovely shade of red. Leaning down, I kissed his ass softly.

"You have to learn," I said.

He looked down, shame turning his face red.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," he said apologetically. "I know, Mistress."

Satisfied, I pulled his head up so he could meet my eyes. I gave him a stern look.

"Good. Now, you're going to help me. Do you understand me?" I asked him sternly.

He nods quickly, his honey-colored eyes gleaming with submission.

"Yes, mistress."

I uncuffed his hands and ankles and led him to my bed in our room. I pointed to the bed.

"Lay down," I commanded sternly.

"Yes, mistress," he replied softly as he laid down, and I re-cuffed his hands. I went to the table and brought more items. I needed to get a bed in that toy room of mine. I placed the items on my work table, which I had already cleared out. Thank God for that.

I grab an item among the items I just placed.

"Open your mouth." He opens his mouth, and I place it inside. One side of this object is a ball gag, and the other part is an eight-inch dildo. It sticks up from his face. I buckle the gag around his head and place a pillow under him for comfort.

I get onto the bed and position myself so I'm straddling his face and his eyes into the dildo, moaning. I stop a few inches from the bottom, grabbing the headboard to steady myself.

"Go," I said as I looked down at him.

He got the message and began to move his head up and down, sliding the dildo in and out of my wet cunt. I moaned in pleasure while gripping the headboard tightly.

"Faster," I said.

He mumbled something into the gag: "Yes, mistress."

I then pulled off the chain around my neck and unlocked the cuffs. Once he was free, Damien reached up and began to rub my cunt with one hand while squeezing my breast and pinching my nipple with the other. I rolled my hips with every stroke of his hand, and soon, I felt the urge to cum.

"Oh, fuck. Damien!" I screamed, cumming so hard that my juices ran all over his face. I climbed off him and unbuckled the gag while still coming down from my high, panting. "That was amazing."

"Thank you, mistress."

Leaning over, I kissed him as he smiled at me. The salty-sweet taste of my cum filled my mouth as I slid my tongue into his, and he kissed back even harder. He wrapped his hand around my neck and twisted his fingers into my ponytail. We stayed like this for a few minutes before breaking the kiss, and I smiled at him affectionately.

"Did you like your reward?" I asked.

"Yes, mistress."

"Don't call me mistress anymore but fuck me hard and sweet until we both find our release."

And he did just that until we were done. We showered together before I decided it was time to face reality, even when it's past midnight. But the devil doesn't rest until he gets what he wants, so I'm going to borrow that same mindset from him.

"Where are you going?" Damien asked as I planned to sneak out of my bed. Sometimes married life sucks, but I'm not going to tell him that to his face.

"I need to go to the warehouse. I got some stuff to do," I replied, placing a kiss on his mouth.

"What? Can I come too?"

I shake my head, making him huff and cross his arms after he sat up.

"Nope, you're not coming, babe. I need to do this alone," I said.

He swallowed his protest, but he didn't understand that I was just protecting him. I moved downstairs, entered my convertible, and drove towards the location. When I arrived, my underboss opened the car door for me.

"What do we have here?" I asked, moving towards the building.

"Something we can't handle, my queen. His name is Damon Couper," he answers.

"Has he talked?" I reply, walking inside the warehouse. A noise is screeching in my brain. It looks as if I'm trying to remember. I hissed in pain.

My underboss reaches his hand to hold me, but I tell him I'm okay. When the screeching stops, I start moving to my target.

"No, he hasn't, my queen. He said that he wants to speak with you, nothing more. It looks as if he is immune to pain, so we just let him be," my underboss explained.

I give them a sign to remove the blindfold, and they do. The same screeching starts again in my brain, accompanied by blinding lights. I gasp in pain, and this time I feel a hand around my waist, helping me calm down. I turn around, and it's my husband. I glare at him to let him know that he pissed me off, but he avoids eye contact. I'll deal with him later.

"Who are you staring at, young man?" I snarked.

He had dark, tousled hair and piercing blue eyes. His thin lips curved into an arrogant smirk when he heard the words come out of my mouth.

"Wow, I'm not sure if I should be angry or offended that you don't know who I am," he answered with a deep chuckle.

The statement caused me to give him a puzzled look.

Why should I know who he is?

But instead of asking that, I ask him something else.

"Why are you causing pain in my head?"

It's a stupid question, but somehow, he was responsible for it. Thinking about it, it makes a lot of sense.

"I did not, child. That wound was already there; I was just trying to heal it. Who is he?"

I growled in a lupine fashion and stomped up to him. I wanted to give this guy a piece of my mind.

"What do you want? I'm not your child, so stop calling me that and speak. Stop wasting our time," I commanded.

"Show me some respect and kneel," he said in a deep, commanding voice.

Immediately, I found myself on my knees as he continued to speak.

"You're alive because I gave you the reason to be. Do you remember now?"

My head is thrown backward, making me look up, and it becomes apparent to me.

"It was you that night," I say suddenly, staring into his blue eyes. They are so blue that they look as if you are staring at countless oceans, and you get lost in their beauty.