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"I'm sorry."

"Are you? Are you truly? Or are you more sorry you got caught?"

"I… I don't know. I just wanted to have a bit of fun."

"At least you're honest. It's my turn to be honest. This will most likely be uncomfortable to you. It might even be painful. But something tells me you'll enjoy it all the more. You seem to enjoy all my punishments."

"Not all of them," I grumble. "That paddle can get chucked into the Thames and I'll not cry over its loss."

His dark chuckle drifts over my skin, making me shiver in its wake. "I applaud and appreciate how honest you remain even in the face of adversity. I can never fault you for that."

My breath hitches in my throat as he drags out his fingers and notches something far larger at the back hole. There's no escaping now. Slowly, he drives forward, forcing me open with the girth of his massive cock. Feeling it and seeing it are two different things.

If visually, I thought him to be a bit smaller, sensationally, he's far larger than I could ever imagine or prepare for. A needy whine claws at the back of my throat as he groans, easing into me with such slow precision I want to sob. Try as I might, I cannot escape it. His thrusts are an inexorable force that pushes me further and further into madness.

"That's it, my naughty minx. Take my cock up your arse like the needy troublemaker you are. You like this, don't you?"

I cannot answer. It's hard enough to breathe, let alone form words. He's so large, so impossibly thick, as he invades my body, impaling me on his hard shaft.

"I do so love watching your quim weep for me as I defile this delightfully deviant puckered back hole."

In truth, his filthy words seem to make me even more aroused, far wetter than I have ever been since meeting this devil of an Alpha. Lurid moans flit from my lips as I rock against the bed, desperate to find my release. But my tormentor thought about that.

When he lashed me down to the bed, he kept me far enough away from the edge to prevent me from pleasuring myself as he takes me as his own. Dropping my head against the sheets, I clench the fabric in my hands as white-hot need pours over me.

He keeps pushing in deeper and deeper, somehow not coming to his base despite how long he's been tormenting me. I was wrong when I said he wasn't big. The length and girth of him seems to be endless. How much more will I be able to take before my mind splits as savagely as I feared my body would?

After several agonizing moments, the sensation changes. I find myself stretched even more. What devilry is this? My fingers scrabble over the sheets as I try to acclimate to this new discomfort. All the while, he runs his hand up and down my back as if trying to soothe me.

"There now, minx. I'm almost in. You're taking me so well. God, Augusta, how you drive me mad."

His words are a balm to my tattered soul. At least I'm not the only one suffering. Granted, his is far less than mine. It has to be.

After a few more moments, crisp hair abrades my sensitive flesh as he sinks all the way in. The lower part of him grazes my other opening with each little adjustment, nearly driving me feral. Though I'm as stuffed as I've ever been, I still feel so empty, so incomplete.

I need his fingers on my clit as desperately as I need air. "Please," I cry out. "I cannot bear it any longer. I must find release."

"This is the only punishment that works with you, my insatiable little minx. Take it with the grace of a duchess. Show me your repentance."

Tears flow from my eyes as he moves again. Not from pain. Far from it. Need coils within me like a living thing, like a snake winding around and taking hold. My clit throbs from lack of attention, but I bear it as best as I can. Perhaps if I'm finally good enough, he'll give me the release I seek.

CHAPTER 35

BENEDICT

Sweat pours down my back as I watch Augusta writhe beneath me. I knew she would never find the ordeal as agonizing as others, but I never expected her to enjoy it this much. My balls draw up painfully tight, clenching with every soft moan drifting from her lips.

My knot begins to tingle with every slide of my shaft deep inside her bottom hole. The tight ring stretches out nearly white as I force her open, demanding her body to take my cock. It's a lurid display, one that has me wanting to knot her when I've only just begun.

It's as if I'm a randy lad again, unable to control myself. With her, it seems as if I'll never be able to control myself. She's like fire to my oil, ready to ignite and spark at a moment's notice.

I grip the abused muscle of her arse, grounding myself with each invasion of her body. Will I be able to control myself when taking her virginity? Probably not. It's a boon to me she enjoys the bite of pain along with her pleasure. Just the thought of her blood smearing my cock makes more precum seep out to lubricate my strokes.

Keeping away from her on our wedding night will be punishment for us both. Perhaps if she's repentant, I can take back my edict and have her come after we say I do.

Even now, she weeps against the bed as I pound into her, refusing to gentle my touch. But it's not cries of agony as one might infer. With each ripple of her bottom hole around my shaft, I know she wants release. I can feel it with every shift in her body, in the desperate vibrations and wails dripping from her lips.

I've heard sexual pain. I know sexual pain. This is something far different. My errant little minx loves my cock up her arse and wishes for more of the heady mix of pleasure and pain. If only she'd behave. This interaction would be far different.