014 — WHIPS, FANCY CARS AND WICKED MEN.

BHYRON

I fall on my knees and await my punishment, head bent. I can feel Duke hesitate above me, but I know he’ll eventually give in. He knows that this is the only way I can pay for my sins. The only way I know.

“Can you at least tell me what happened?”

I look up and hold his gaze; “I whipped Amani. I hurt her.”

Duke lets out a low curse. “How? Why?”

I shake my head and stiffen my shoulders. “I’ll give you all the details later. Just… do as I’ve asked. Please.”

There’s a moment of tense, choked silence. Then Duke finally responds;

“Okay, then. Since this is what you want.”

I hear the “whooshing” sound as the whip flies through the air before it lands on my back. Pain erupts on my skin like a burning furnace, licking its way up my arms and penetrating my muscles.

Duke whips me mercilessly even when I fall and writhe on the marble floors. I don’t make a single sound. I swallow the pain. I deserve it.

The last time I made him do this, I had blood on my hands. I was guilty of a horrendou