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Trapped by the mud, I couldn’t move my hands to protect myself. I could merely arch my back, which only served to reveal the sensitive area where my ass met my thighs. Cain quickly strapped that vulnerable place with that horrid piece of leather, and I shrieked from the throbbing pain.
He was relentless, leaving not a single inch of my ass unpunished. It was agony, but at the same time, a quiet sense of desire was beginning to dull the edges of each excruciating lash. One burning strike after another punished me and that sense of pleasure grew stronger with every last blow.
Tears threatened at the corners of my eyes and I tried to hold back my cries, but it was no use. Cain held me entirely captive with his magic and I was left with the damning realization that he was going to do with me what he saw fit, no matter what I wanted.
Unexpectedly, he paused, leaning down toward me and dragging his fingers up and down the moist flesh of my pussy. I shuddered and he did it again, teasing me with his wicked touch. My back arched in tune with his movements and I cried out softly in response.
The strap bit into my flesh once again and I couldn’t hold back anymore. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I struggled to cope with the warring pleasure and pain that coursed through me. Every square inch of my body was alive with sensation and it felt like it was too much to bear. If this went on for much longer, I didn’t know if I would survive it.
He went back and forth from strapping me to playing with my clit, driving me wild with need. He did this over and over again until I thought I was going to shatter into pieces. My skin burned with liquid fire, my heart pounded, and I panted with incredible, overwhelming need.
“Please,” I murmured before I snapped my lips shut. What the hell was I thinking? I bit my lip and Cain began to punish my ass anew, before he paused once more. With one hand he spread my bottom cheeks with just his fingers, and I cried out despondently, knowing what he could see.
My most shameful place.
He dragged one finger atop of my bottom hole, circling its tight rim, and I whimpered quietly. He couldn’t mean to touch me there, could he?
He did.
He laid the strap across my back. The warm leather was slightly comforting against my skin and with his other hand he touched my wet folds and dragged my arousal back toward my asshole.
“This tight little hole is going to be punished too,” he mused, and I trembled.
“Don’t you dare,” I threatened, growling as the words left my mouth.
He didn’t listen.
Instead, he pushed a single digit against my naughtiest hole. I tried to fight him, tried to clench my cheeks and stop his conquest, but none of it was any use. He was taking my reluctant little hole whether I wanted it or not.
When his thick finger breached me for the first time, it burned hotly and I cried out, but there was also an overpowering sensation of pleasure that coursed through me in response. I faltered, not knowing how to handle my body’s traitorous reactions, and he took full advanta
ge, pressing in that finger past one knuckle and then two.
Oh, fuck, it hurt as he stretched my virgin hole. I keened, the pain deeper and far more shameful than anything I had ever experienced before.
One hand kneaded my clit. The other pushed in and out of my ass and I shivered, struggling to draw in one heated breath after another.
Higher and higher he drove me until I was sure to fall into a never-ending pit of pleasurable bliss, but still, he wouldn’t let me come. He’d pull back again and again, just as I was fractions of a second away from finding my pleasure. The more he tortured me, the more desperate I became.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
Nothing could have prepared me for this intoxicating mixture of pleasure, pain, and shame. It was addictive and I was finding that I couldn’t get enough of it.
Just as he was driving me up once more, he removed his hands completely.
I screamed out in frustration.
“No. Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
“I don’t think you’re ready yet, little warrior,” he observed, and I gritted my teeth.
My body throbbed with pleasurable fever and despite my every effort to quell its rising tide, it wouldn’t go away. I cried out in surprise, wondering if I was damned to spend eternity fighting this unexplainable arousal that Cain had awakened deep within me.
I felt his magic pulse beneath me, and the mud of the earth began to push me free. Cain gently helped me to stand on weak limbs, ensuring I didn’t fall in the process, and I was secretly grateful. I didn’t say a word of thanks though. I wasn’t ready to.
My thighs were slick with my wetness, and they slid past one another with ease. Just his simple touch holding onto my upper arm was torture, his skin igniting tiny electrical pulses of pleasure that shot straight down to my needy clit. With a sigh, I straightened myself.
His hands hovered just over my pussy and I felt the knitting sensation of magic cloaking over my skin.
