Page 62 of Dark Goodbye

“No no, little omega. You’re going to take this punishment like a good girl, and then, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even think about ever leaving me again.”

Pulling back, I let the belt loose again, watching as another strip of red blossoms just below the first. Despite the howls of pain that punctuate the air with every blow, her thighs become increasingly slick as arousal pours from her body.

Precum wells up my shaft, smearing against the front of my pants as I watch her wriggle about, her ass blazing. Dropping the belt, I skim my lips over the poor, abused flesh, groaning as it burns my lips.

My cock presses against the rough fabric as I continue to touch her, my body desperate to join hers. Soon. Oh my gods. So fucking soon.

As much as I don’t want to separate myself from her, I know I must, or I won’t finish up with the punishment. Pushing up on her hips, I angle her knees so that her body opens up to me, spread wide so I can see every inch of her.

Ladria whimpers but holds still as I reach over to the tray, pulling the fresh pieces of ignisradix over to me. “I want you to breathe for me, love,” I whisper against her skin as I ease my fingers into her tight, wet sheath.

Once her body relaxes for me, I pull them out and replace them with the fiery root. I fuck her with it, nice and slowly before sliding it all the way in and holding it there. At first, she moans, leaning into it, but soon, it will be a different story.

Next, I take the other piece and circle the rim of her asshole, my balls tightening at the sound of her needy whimpers. As she breathes out, I breach her bottom hole, inching my way past the tight ring. This piece is already carved into the shape of a plug, allowing me to set it deep inside her and let it stay.

Someday, I’ll take her there, forcing her wide with my cock. The thought alone causes the organ in question to jerk. I pull back, and yank my clothes off, watching the emotions play over Ladria’s body. She’s the perfect match for me, the fire to my ice.

“Stay right there, princess.” I make my way over to the drawers, using that opportunity to look into her face.

Her pupils are wide, like when she’s in heat, but this time, I know it’s fueled by the lust swirling through her body. Wiping the extra juice off my fingers, I pull out a rubber sheath and climb back onto the bed. With a swift slide of my hands, I slide the protection over my cock, watching the play of emotions as they cross over her face.

“Do you know why I’m putting this on?” She shakes her head, her gaze never leaving my length. “Because I’m going to fuck you, little omega. I’m going to wait until the root does its job, then I’m going to take that pussy of yours. Since I’m not the one being punished, I’m wearing this so the burn never touches me.”

Her mouth drops open, but before she can come back with a sharp-witted retort, the heat registers in her body. “Oh. Oh gods. Oh gods, it burns,” she wheezes out, rocking back and forth.

Through the bond, I monitor her, checking in to make sure the heat remains at a tolerable level. There’s discomfort, yes, but underneath all of that is the quiver of arousal. As much as it pains her, she’s still so turned on.

I give it a few more moments, dragging out the anticipation, before coming back behind her and tugging on the root in her pussy. She gasps as I twist it about, releasing even more of the potent juice inside her.

Lining up my head with her entrance, I surge forward, both of us groaning in unison. She’s even tighter than before with the plug pressing from within her ass. It grinds against me, adding to the pleasure of being inside her. I hold my thumb against the rough plug sticking out, holding it in place as I rock back and forth.

Even though wearing the sheath means I have less sensation, it’s worth it for the strangled moans and yelps coming from Ladria’s throat. She arches back against me, begging me to keep fucking her.

I oblige, pumping even harder, slamming into her with hard, powerful strokes. Her inner walls flutter around me, clamping down each time I bottom out. The pleasure nearly crosses my eyes as I move my hand and grip her hips, holding her still as I continue to piston in and out of her in punishing strokes.

Through the bond, I feel her pleasure as if it’s my own. It amps me up, driving me even closer to my own release. I use this knowledge to guide me, telling me when to slow down and when to speed up. Her body writhes beneath mine as she begs for a release I will not grant her. Not at this moment.

As she reaches that point, that pinnacle where she will come crashing down, I stop, pulling out so that she receives no further stimulation. Confused, Ladria turns to look over her shoulder, her wide eyes staring at me, questions burning in her mind and through the bond.

“Beg me, omega,” I growl, sliding just the tip into her welcoming heat.

“Please. Oh gods, please, Master. I-I need.”

“What? What do you need?” Holding her hips still, I pull back out and inch back in.

“You. I need you.”

“Not good enough.”

“I-What do you want?”

“I want to hear you ask for your pleasure, to beg me to do exactly what you want me to do with this body of yours.”

She hesitates, the bond vibrating in her discomfort. “I want you to shove your cock deep inside me. I want your knot to fill me up. I-I want you to use me like the pleasure slave I long to be.” We both pause at her confession. “I only ever pictured myself being that way with you. Only you. Always you.”

“How can I resist a pretty plea like that?” Leaning over, I skim my lips over the delicate ridges of her spine.

Surging forward, I fill her up as deep as I can go, slamming into her as she grips the sheets and lets me have my way. Each time I slide in deep, her body flutters around me, her orgasm coming faster and faster with each stroke until she cries out her release.