Page 33 of Lord of Punishment


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“No, princess. You won’t.” I pressed my hand against the small of her back, gently guiding her back to the bed. I’d lost cost of how many strikes I’d issued, making up a number as I prepared to finish the round of discipline. I could barely see straight, another distinct, well-defined haze forming over my eyes. If this was what it would be like regaining every cognitive recollection, then I knew I’d go mad before that happened.

I popped four more across her backside, the ache in my cock and balls too much to bear. After tossing the belt wildly to the floor, my instinctive reactions took over. I fisted a handful of her hair, jerking her onto all fours then ripping the pillow from under her with my other hand. When I rolled her onto her knees only, she slapped her hands on my thighs.

My longing to have her naked body fully exposed to me was sinful but a requirement in my mind. I yanked off her sweater, marveling in the fact she hadn’t worn a bra. As I cupped her breasts, she lolled her head against my shoulder.

“We can’t do this,” she muttered, her words barely audible.

“We can and we are. Period.”

Every time she issued shuddering moans, my cock twitched all over again. I pinched both nipples, twisting them until she cried out. I wanted them as sensitive as her bottom was and her pussy would be in a few minutes. I eased her down, taking a few seconds to brush my fingers down her spine. She tensed when I did, another indication someone had been cruel to her.

I resisted another wave of anger, but it would return in full force.

She panted and moaned, able to crawl forward by a few inches until she was positioned in the middle of the bed. Perfect. There was no fear in the sounds she uttered, only the same kind of raging desire that had consumed me.

“Do not move or I’ll spank you again,” I told her as I pressed my hand against her back before easing back. I never took my eyes off her as I removed my shoes and jeans, tossing them aside. My thirst for her had only increased, so much so I couldn’t wait any longer.

Using my knee, I kicked her legs even further apart before pressing one against the comforter, balancing as I gripped her hips with both hands, lifting her off the bed. Very slowly I leaned down, drinking in the full essence of her desire, the sight of her swollen pussy lips a perfect aphrodisiac.

I’d come to accept I was a violent man, yet with her, the only thing I could think about was providing her with the ultimate rounds of pleasure. Just like I longed to cover her body in silk and the finest lace money could buy, I also craved awakening her darkest desires. This was just the beginning.

The moment I drove my tongue into her tight channel, she whimpered, clawing the bedding. Every sound she made pushed me into wanting more. I spread her ass cheeks as wide open as possible, darting my tongue around her clit. The taste of her reminded me of the nickname I’d decided to bestow her with. She tasted like the sweetest peaches on earth, ripe and delicious.

Every sound I uttered was one of sheer satisfaction. I sucked on her clit, growling past the filthy action as she writhed in my hold.

“Oh. Oh. Oh… That feels so good,” she managed, pushing up from the bed, every muscle tensing.

I couldn’t seem to get enough of her, still sucking until I could tell her tender bud was over-sensitized. Once again, I plunged my tongue into her wetness, marveling at the way her pussy muscles constricted around the slight invasion.

“Fuck,” she purred, still wiggling but no longer attempting to get away.

As soon as I started to lick her furiously, she became my stunning little kitten, clawing the bedding as her entire body bucked.

I dug my fingers into her hips, jerking her back by a few inches. There was something so incredible about impaling her with my tongue. When I shifted to her clit again, allowing my actions to become gentler, her shoulders slumped and she dropped her head. I adored her sounds, the way she whispered and moaned at the same time, continuing to fuel the wild man inside of me.

While it was my full intent to take my time, to allow her to embrace the control I was taking, demanding her full surrender, it was becoming increasingly difficult. She had a way of dragging out an insane need for something I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed. Maybe I was fooling myself into thinking so, but my gut told me otherwise. Her touch had awakened a dead man.

Once again, I licked her furiously, burying my face into her wetness. Within a few breathtaking seconds, I brought her to an orgasm. She threw her head back, her entire body shaking violently.

After taking a deep breath, she let out an adorable screech, bucking wildly against me, forcing my tongue as deep inside her tight channel as possible. She erupted into my mouth and I quenched my thirst, licking up every drop of her sweet cream.

“Oh, God. Yes. Yes…”

It was over a minute before she started to relax, slowly dropping her head. Yet her ragged pants continued to be sweet, filtered music. And I refused to stop, her body tensing again.

Only then did I bite one ass cheek, uttering another intense growl. “Come for me again, little peach.”

“I don’t… I mean…” She laughed, tossing her head from side to side but within seconds, she obeyed my command. The second climax was more powerful than the first, her fingers ripping at the comforter. Her cream covered my throat, her juice staining my lips and face. I wanted to bathe in her scent, to keep her fragrance covering my skin for hours.

Even more than that, I wanted to fuck her. Every hole. Hours on end. Taking my fill then starting all over again.

When she was struggling to breathe almost as much as she’d done before, I crawled all the way onto the bed. I wrapped my fist around her hair, this time gently lifting her heavy head. As I leaned over, she dragged her tongue across her bottom lip as seductively as she’d done before. The moment I crushed my mouth over hers, she moaned into the intimate moment, and another jolt of electricity tore through me. I’d never felt so connected to anyone.

Or so I believed.

I’d also never felt so possessive of anyone. That was easy to sense by the way my body reacted to hers, the need that continued to furrow as if a beast dwelled within the darkest part of me. Filthy thoughts lingered as I swept my tongue back and forth. I would require her full surrender. Today was ours. To taste. To explore.

To fuck.

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