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My eyes dropped to the brush and I was no longer afraid.
Taraik’s arms wrapped around me and he kissed my neck, before his breath brushed against my ear.
“Trust me, little dove. I’m going to give you exactly what you need,” he whispered, and, in that moment, I did. I did trust him, and I wanted to make him proud.
When I was ready, I laid back over his lap, lifting my ass a little higher, ready to receive what he knew I needed. He lifted the implement from the bed and softly patted my skin with it. The wood felt cool, smooth, imposing and I couldn’t help but twitch with anticipation. My nerves subdued, I took a deep breath and he lifted the brush, smacking my ass harder this time.
The overwhelming sting took my breath away. He did it again and my focus was completely on him and the brush he held in his hand. His arm wrapped around my hip, his embrace holding me steady as he increased his pace. Soon, the only thing I could think about was the painful ache spreading across my ass, the sharp sting each time the brush smacked against my cheeks and how despite all this, my pussy was still growing wetter with each passing second.
My backside felt like it was on fire. Each strike was another match to the flames and even though I desperately wanted to avoid it, I knew it was what I needed then. Each smack intensified, harder than the last and I felt tears begin to struggle to break free.
He lifted my hips up and paddled the lower curves of my ass and thighs and I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut. I didn’t want to cry. I can’t even remember the last time I had, but Taraik’s punishment was quickly undoing me. Each slap of the brush against my skin pushed me closer and closer to the brink until at long last, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I began to cry. The moment I did, Taraik threw the brush aside and gathered me up in his arms. I sobbed, my ass throbbing and it was as though the entire world had come down on me. I cried because my ass hurt, but even I knew that wasn’t the real reason. Even now, the sting was already fading. Instead, I sobbed at the loss of my life in the camp, at the fact that I’d been forced to live in fear of alien invaders for so long. I grieved the loss of Kaze, at the realization that no matter what, he was well and truly gone from my life. I cried over the cruelty I had experienced under Neil’s imprisonment, at the times they’d hurt me and shattered me into a thousand little pieces. I broke and cried for the first time in what was a very long time. I let go completely.
Taraik’s fingers petted my hair. Roan, Zac, and Xandaar had joined us, their touch soothing on my skin. They let me cry and grieve my loss. They allowed me to let go. I must have cried for well over an hour, but they never left my side. They were there for me through it all—ugly tears, a running nose, and an increasingly sore throat. Xandaar offered me a cloth and gently wiped away my tears.
I lifted my eyes to meet Taraik’s and it was in that moment that I realized that this wasn’t really about punishment. He hadn’t used the brush in an effort to actually warn me about my disobedience. He hadn’t wanted to really hurt me. He had done it in order to allow me to finally give in and allow myself to cry, to free me from myself and allow me to begin to move on from whatever had destroyed me so completely. I just stared at him, astonished.
In that moment, I realized he had succeeded. My head was clear and even though I was still thinking about Kaze and my painful memories of Neil’s cruelty, it wasn’t as crushing as before. It was still painful, but not overwhelmingly so. He had given me that freedom.
I told him everything. From Kaze’s murder to the brutal things that Neil and his men has done to me, time and time again. I just spoke, and they listened.
My guilt was gone. He’d allowed me to let go.
“You’re forgiven, little dove. Whatever happens, I want you to know that you will always be forgiven. It was never your fault,” Taraik whispered softly.
I couldn’t speak. I could only feel.
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his, kissing him tentatively at first, then more boldly as he reciprocated my efforts. His kiss turned rougher, his lips demanding, bruising even, but I didn’t care. I felt raw. Reborn and I still needed him. I needed him to show me that it was all okay. That even amidst the pain in the world, that there was still pleasure.
But then, I realized that all four of them aimed to show me the same thing. Fingers toyed with my nipples, with my pussy, with my overly sensitized skin. My thighs were slick with arousal, my body reacting fervently to Taraik’s guidance and he just sat back and let me worship him. Desperately, I pawed at his clothes, trying to reach his skin. My fingers shook and eventually, he chuckled softly before he helped me.
Slowly, his removed his black shirt. My fingertips drifted across his sculpted chest and I leaned down to kiss him. Trailing down his stomach, I impatiently pulled at his waistband, which he quickly unbuttoned and then unzipped for me. Had I been less desperate, I might had taken a moment to admire his strong, corded biceps, the hard muscles of his chest, but I just wanted his cock. And I was demanding he give it to me.
I don’t quite know why, but I slipped off his lap to my knees. I wanted to please him, to thank him for the freedom he had given my mind. Licking my lips, I waited as his freed his cock, watching as the bulbous head sprang free, the veins on either side pumping with his desire.
He kept it his normal size, which was still pret
ty big, and I leaned forward, my fingers touching it tentatively. Biting my lip, I stroked his velvety softness and slowly wrapped my hand around him. He groaned, just under his breath. The sound made me grow bolder and I yearned then to take him in my mouth.
Edging forward, I dragged my tongue up his shaft, up around the head of his cock. With each passing moment, I felt braver, and then my lips surrounded the head, my tongue laving around it. I felt him throb on my tongue and I moved closer, holding his dick steady with my hands.
I worshipped him with my mouth, using my hands and my tongue to bring him pleasure. He allowed me to take charge, just this once and I adored him for it. I loved the taste of him, berry sweetness that I couldn’t get enough of and I took him deeper in my throat than ever. His own fingers wove into my hair, tightening at the base of my scalp before he pulled gently.
Slowly, the pressure increased, and I knew what he wanted. He needed to take back control. What surprised me the most is that I wanted to let him.
His hips surged forward, pushing his cock deeper into my throat and I choked a little at first. He stilled, allowing me to acclimate, but it was more than clear that he was now in control.
He fucked my throat and I moaned around him, swirling my tongue up and down his length. I pleasured him and loved every second of it. My hands against his thighs, I could feel him tremble slightly and I knew he was going to come.
He didn’t pull out of my mouth in order to paint my body; instead, he fucked my throat roughly. He was going to come, and it was then I realized I wanted it. In my mouth. I wanted to taste him, all of him. I suckled harder, my lips surrounding his cock; he groaned under his breath and I felt his dick pulse against my tongue before his hot seed spurted into the back of my throat.
It was even more delicious than I remembered. I sucked him hard, desperately. It felt wonderful, in the most wicked kind of way. I made sure to lick him completely clean, craving every last drop of his decadent seed.
When he was finally done, I pulled back, licking my lips for any cum I had missed. He dragged me up off the floor and kissed me hard, bruising, claiming me with his mouth. Pushing me back onto the bed, he used his knee to spread my legs.
“Open for me, little dove. Open that cunt for your master,” he murmured, and I obeyed. I wanted it so much. I could feel his cock nudging my entrance and I hiked my hips upward, just enough for him to slam inside me. I cried out at the sudden sensation, before I felt his weight over top of me, controlling me, taking me for his own.
