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I watched as Julianna breathed through her nose and then her cheeks hollowed as she sucked me. “Good girl. Now, let me fuck your pretty mouth.”
I pulled out again, but Julianna kept her mouth open, inviting, waiting so submissively. Grasping the length of me, I rubbed the tip of my shaft over her fuckable lips. My seed coated the swollen pink lushness. Then, I slowly thrust back into her mouth until I felt the back of her throat.
My hips started to move faster. Bucking in and out of her mouth, pulling out and shoving back inside. I was big, I knew that. Julianna had a small, pretty mouth. Too small to take my cock easily. But I still forced her to take every inch of me, even when she started sobbing and gagging furiously.
A few times, I settled and let her breathe. She would then suck me leisurely, happy and content to serve me, before I picked up my pace again.
Julianna gagged tearfully, looking so perfect and gorgeous with her mouth full of my dick. My abs clenched as I felt my climax quickly approaching. Shit.
I pulled out, just in time to shoot my release all over Julianna’s lips and chin. She was a pretty mess and I admired my work of art.
Her cheeks were tearstained, face coated with my essence – looking utterly mesmerizing as a submissive.
Chest heaving, I clenched my fists over my thighs. “Get undressed,” I said, keeping my voice contained. Though I felt anything but calm.
Julianna made quick work of her clothes, throwing them carelessly on the floor before kneeling back between my legs. Her eyes darted to my belt as I dragged it through the loops of my pants, with a loud swishing sound.
Her delicate throat moved as she swallowed, hard.
Her grey eyes flared wide when I wrapped my belt around her neck.
“Do you want to use your safe word?” I asked, gravelly.
“No,” she confirmed, breathless.
Thank the fucking Lord for that.
Julianna whimpered as I tightened my belt around her throat and dragged her closer to me. She came willingly, her body flushed and gooseflesh peppering her skin.
Julianna had no black veil to hide behind.
She was bare and open for me, not a stitch of clothing covering her pale skin.
Vulnerable.
And so fucking beautiful; it hurt to look at her.
Julianna
My hand fluttered to my neck, where his belt was looped around my throat. Killian tsked darkly and my thighs clenched. I was so wet, achy and needy.
“How will you pay for your sins, Julianna? How far will you let me go?” His fingers wrapped around my wrist, squeezing hard enough that I felt how strong he was but not enough to cause any real harm. “How much will you let me hurt you?”
I swallowed before meeting his eyes. “How far can you go, Killian?”
His eyes darkened. “You don’t want to know, Princess.”
“Show me,” I pleaded hoarsely.
His lips curled into a wicked grin.
Thud. My heart was trying to pound right out of my chest.
Killian stood, dragging me up by the belt. To be controlled by this man, who was so confident in his own skin and so self-assured about his own lust, it made me feel vulnerable.
And safe.
Warm and protected.
Thud. Thud.
He led me to the bed, then gestured for me to climb on. “On your hands and knees, Julianna.”
I quickly got into the position he wanted me in. On my hands and knees, back arching, my ass in the air. His fingers trailed along the curve of my back, then between my butt cheeks, before brushing against my wet lips, over my most sensitive flesh.
His touch disappeared from my skin and then I heard a rustling somewhere in the room. Drawers opening and closing.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
I was anxious, but anticipation licked its way through my fevered body. I waited for the pain, wanting it… craving it. A second later, Killian came to stand behind me again. His warmth cocooned me. Safe.
“Pain is subjective,” he said slowly. “But this is going to hurt.”
I turned my head slightly to the side and my eyes found the hairbrush in his hand.
Oh. My mind went blank, blood roaring between my ears and my heart pounding heavily against my rib cage.
My fingers curled around the bedsheet just when he brought down the back of the hairbrush over my left cheek. First, I heard the sound of it colliding against my flesh. Then, I felt the burn.
“Oh God,” I whimpered. The sudden stinging pain took me by surprise. I was ready for the next one as it landed on my right cheek. I gasped, my body arching.
He rubbed his palm over my ass, his touch cool on my burning skin. “Atone for you sins, wife,” he rasped.
I nodded, voicelessly.
Pain seared my skin and tears slid down my cheeks.
Killian didn’t go slow and he wasn’t soft either. He punished me, brutally. The hairbrush hitting my ass over and over again, until it felt like my flesh was swollen and aflame.
