The Prey

Another spank that rattled the breath out of me and I whimpered.

“F-fifteen.”

The bastard didn’t stop, instead, he pretended to not hear. “Five?”

“Fifteen…”

But Judas only chuckled darkly. His voice like velvet and sin that touched my soul. “Ah, so you do have a voice. I was beginning to think I ruined you already.” His hand ghosted over the burning imprint he’d left on my skin, his touch maddeningly soft, soothing and taunting all at once. “But you’re tougher than that, aren’t you? My little bird.”

Before I could answer, another slap came down, sharp and merciless, and my body jolted. A strangled gasp tore from...