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“We have time before we land. Time for another round of punishment. You forced the crown upon me,” he told her. “Now you will face what you have unleashed.”
He tossed her face down on the bed and picked up a lash made of the ship’s tendrils all dried and lubricated and woven together. She saw it out of the corner of her eye just as it swung through the air and made harsh contact with her already punished ass.
“OW! FUCK," she screamed and cursed. “Konan! You’re happy you have the crown. You're loving it! Why are you punishing me?!”
Pain made it possible to finally say what was on her mind instead of mumbling and trying to keep him happy through silent obeisance.
Konan thrust his chest out and stood with his shoulders thrown back in triumph. “I am punishing you because I like punishing you. You deserve to be thrashed, Elizabeth. You deserve red, hot, welted skin and tears coursing down your pretty face. You deserve to know every time you try to sit that you have been punished thoroughly, and you will be punished over and over again…”
“Konan! I did what I thought was best… OW!”
The lash landed again across her ass, catching both cheeks and sending a wicked burst of pain through her body. The first day they’d met, he’d punished her a little. Now he was showing the full range of his punitive potential, his massive muscular arm whipping the lash across her ass and her thighs, keeping her in place with one hand on her ankle. Every time she attempted to crawl away, he would draw her back naked, dragging her across the bedding. The motion made her clit press against the sheets and sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her, melding with the sharper licks of hot pain which should have cancelled out the pleasure, but only served to intensify it.
“Konan!” she cried his name out again, hoping against hope that there was something like mercy left inside him.
“What is it, human? Do you want me to fuck you? Is that it?”
“YES!” She screamed the word because if he was fucking her, he wasn't punishing her, at least, not with the lash.
“I will fuck you,” he told her. “Don’t worry about that. You will be spread wide around my cock soon enough. But first, I’m going to finish your punishment.”
He tossed the lash down and returned to punishing her with his palm this time, his hand whipping across the lashed areas with swift, sharp slaps that intensified the sting, and the heat, and the general humiliation which inevitably came with being thrashed.
“Konan! I’m sorry! I didn’t know the crown would turn you into a maniac!”
“You think I’m a maniac? I am not. I am a king. Your king. And you will bow before me, red-assed and sobbing. Because that is what you deserve, human. You are a meddling little brat, and you are reaping the rewards of your arrogance.”
He was right. Absolutely right. But that didn’t make it any less painful to be punished, and it didn’t stop him from whipping the tips of his fingers against her lower lips, spanking her pussy along with her ass, spreading the wet lubrication of her desire across her sex and over her rear.
“But I said I was sorry!”
“I don’t care if you’re sorry, girl. I don’t care what your feelings are. You disobeyed me. You overrode me. And you put this crown on my head, which erodes the very little self-control I have left.”
“Let me take it off!”
She gasped and squeezed her legs together in an effort to stop another harsh slap landing on her pussy. It only served to make it land on her thigh, for Konan was not relenting in his punishment one little bit.
“This crown will not leave my head until I die,” he said, pulling her back from the edge of the bed, turning her on her back, and splaying her legs roughly wide.
She looked up into his black eyes, and felt her stomach contort with nerves. She was sore. She was aroused. She was in pain and she was so fucking wet she wanted his cock more than she wanted anything.
Elizabeth got what she wanted. Konan surged forward, the thick head of his cock splitting her lips around it in that lewd way they had to in order to allow him passage into the most intimate part of her body.
“This crown fits my head the way my cock fits your cunt,” he growled, thrusting deeper, pushing past the natural resistance of her tight channel to find the hidden places inside her. “Painfully.”
“Perfectly,” she rejoined rebelliously. Any pain she might have felt was matched equally by the pleasure her body generated when she was in contact with Konan. There was a chemistry between them, an exothermic reaction which made her so fucking hot she thought she might melt.
