I’ve lost count of how many spanks I’ve delivered, but none have been soft. She’s got some will and fight, and her predicament is exquisite. My fingers glide over her pert ass and she shudders, surprised at the sudden gentleness in my touch.
My magic soothes her stinging ass and I smirk, certain she’s struggling and refusing to admit it. I let my fingers dance over her one last time and then yank her trousers down roughly, leaving her ass exposed and ready for more punishment.
“I warned you, kitten,” I sigh, my fingers groping at her already hot flesh, “but you wouldn’t listen and now you have to learn the hard way. Cry as much as you want, but this ends only when I say it does. Only when I’ve had my fill.”
Her head shakes, and my hand connects with her glowing ass. The smack echoes around us and I don’t wait, bringing my hand down again and again. Zara wriggles and I hold her down, my spanks growing harder and faster as I let my magicsoothe my hand and offer her no reprieve.
Her ass turns a glorious shade of red and its heat grows hotter, but Zara refuses to give me more than a quiet whimper. I spank her hard, the vibrations rumbling up my arm and she finally relents, gasping a small, shrill cry of pain as her breathing stutters.
“Cry for me, kitten.”
“Fuck you,” she spits back.
“You’re going to.” There’s no emotion in my voice. “It’s simply a question of how sore you’ll be when I ram my cock into your ass.”
She shakes her head furiously, and her panic is a thrill. Her fear is genuine and I’ll bet everything I have that she hasn’t ever been fucked in the ass and the thought of being the first sends a ripple of excitement through me. I’m going to claim her, in every fucking way, and when we’re done with this punishment, I’ll be making damn sure she’s marked as mine before I fuck her into submission.
“It’s happening, kitten. Now start counting and I’ll be gentle when I do it.”
“I fucking hate you.”
Zara’s out of her depth and her fear takes flight, making her heart race and her body sweat. I spank her again, harder and harder, and this time she hasn’t got it in her to hold back her cries. I swallow them down, relishing the taste as her pain increases and her ass turns scarlet.
I grope her ass again, making sure my nails dig in and hurt her.
“You’re such a cunt,” she seethes.
“You are a cunt,” I reply, cooly. “For me to use as I see fit.”
Zara stiffens and my nails bite into her skin, feeling the heat of the spanking from hell I’ve just delivered. Her ass isgoing to turn violet and black, and I won’t be using my magic to heal her, not when she looks so fucking stunning covered in bruises.
I hum and Zara’s anxiety increases. She’s already attuning to my needs and she’s beautifully responsive. It’s a shame that she’s so untrained but at least I’ll know the pleasure of molding her to my will and wants, and I won’t have to break any nasty habits.
She’s not going to like what comes next, but I don’t give a shit. I need this. I want this. I have to know she’s mine and that no other will ever dare to claim her, and she’ll learn to thank me for branding her. It’s an honor really and most subservient little sluts would beg for it, but Zara’s different, and I’ve got no doubt that she won’t enjoy carrying my mark of ownership. Not that it makes any fucking difference.
“Stay still, kitten.”
“Why?” she hisses.
“Because we don’t want your sexy little body marred by a fucking ugly mark.”
Zara thrashes and I hold her down, ignoring her screams and pleas for this to stop. Her magic pulses around us and I push back against it, containing her power as I tighten my grip on her and she just keeps fighting harder. She refuses to stop fighting me because that’s who she is, and her fire and fury won’t be tamed as her screams grow more frantic and they echo through the woods.
“Enough!” I snarl, my voice cutting through her chaos like a whip. “You can’t fight your way out of this, so stay still.”
Her magic lashes out again, wild and untamed, and I grit my teeth against the burn of it scraping against my own. I force it back, pressing her onto my legs, my weight pinning her in place.
“I. Don’t. Want. This.”
I bring my lips close to her ear, snarling with a venom so potent that she freezes.
“I don’t care. You’re mine and I’m making you my property. Now.”
“I’m not yours,” she spits back.
My hand finds the center of her back, and my fingers run along her spine. She’ll look so fucking hot with my mark in the small of her back and all I need is for her to stay still for a few seconds more.
Thunder roars around us and the flash of lightning isn’t natural. Leaves dance in a furor of rage as the wind whips across us and my nostrils flare, alert to the presence of more than one warlock. They haven’t come for tea and cake, and my fingers splay as I pulse magic onto Zara, re-clothing her in an instant while I search for the fuckers who dared intrude on this moment.
Our moment.
My fucking moment with her.
“Friends of yours?” Zara snarls as she pulls herself upright, her eyes lit with rage.
I shake my head as I get to my feet, my mood soured by the sheer audacity of whoever’s dared to come here. They’ve made a grand entrance, announcing themselves like they’re some sort of unstoppable force, and they’ll regret it. They’ve committed an unforgivable offense and they’re about to learn that I am not a warlock you cross unless you’re ready to crawl, bleeding and broken beyond recognition, as you beg for your life.
I’m going to make sure they remember this lesson for the rest of their short, miserable lives—and Zara may as well learn exactly how monstrous I can be.
