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His hands roam down to my hips, and over my heart-shaped ass before smacking my right cheek with a loud crack, leaving an angry, red handprint I would imagine, judging by the force he hit me with. I yelp and push back, begging for more.
"I know you did what you were told. You're a good girl. But I’m going to punish you anyway. Just because I think you’ll like it.”
Revelling in my tortured squeal, he spanks me again. And again, and again, alternating from one cheek to the other until I can feel that both are burning bright. It hurts, bringing tears to my eyes until it morphs into something else. A darker, warmer feeling deep in my belly that makes me groan low and long.
My ass stings from the spanking, and I can feel his cock is rock hard from the control he’s exerting over me. He slides his full length into me once more, thrusting in and out a few times to coat his shaft with my wetness.
He silently glides round to the other side of the bed and guides my mouth onto his throbbing cock. I open wide and allow him to slide his entire length down my throat. My eyes water, but I barely even gag when he pushes past my defences. It feels fucking fantastic, but he pulls out quickly.
Jax scoops me up into his arms and lifts me with ease. I snuggle in against his naked chest happily. Once deposited on the floor on my knees, he pushes me down so that my torso is spread on the mattress. He presses down extra hard on my back to make sure my sensitive breasts grind into the bed. He positions himself back behind me and presses his chest to my back where he kisses my neck tenderly. Sweeping my hair to one side, his hand trails along the length of my back. He positions himself at my entrance, and I’m sure that even in the dim moonlight shining in through the open curtains, he can see that I’m glistening wet for him.
Before entering, he leans over and growls in my ear, "This is for me. I am going to take you hard and fast for my pleasure, not yours. Do not come. Do not move. Do not make a sound. Understand?"
"Yes." God my mouth goes dry and my pussy gushes at his words and hard treatment. Smack! My ass instantly reddens under the sharp stinging slap he delivers.
"Call me, Sir," he corrects, making me blush. I bite my lip, unsure. I mean, I get that Jax is a pretty dominant lover, but I feel kind of silly calling him that.
With one hard slam, he forces his way into my silky depths, and he gives a groan of appreciation at my tightness. He doesn’t start slow and work up to it; he instantly gives me his all, pounding into me and forcing me to take it. Which I do, with relish.
He continues to pound away at me, and it’s hard not to come when I feel myself tightening all over again. He slams into me even harder as my muscles clench around him, trying to milk every last drop. “Naughty girl,” he groans, but I can tell he doesn’t mean it. Reaching fever pitch, he empties himself into me, holding my hips tight so that every last drop is in deep. He rests for a moment, panting hard, before pulling out, making me wince at the loss of him.
Climbing onto the bed, he lies with his head on the pillow, cock level with my mouth. I open wide and take him in whole, sucking so hard my cheeks are practically touching inside. I run the tip of my tongue under his foreskin and greedily chase away the remains of his cum. When I do that, his eyes roll back in his head, and his cock twitches again. If he isn’t careful, he’s going to get hard again.
Too late. My greedy slurps have taken him over the edge, and even though his cock’s grown once again to its impossibly hard state, I never let go, instead swallowing the entire thing whole, sliding up and down his shaft. I think I’m enjoying myself as much as he is when he abruptly pulls away.
“It’s no use, baby girl, I’m going to have to have you again,” he tells me.
He climbs out of bed and once again takes his place behind me. Our combined wetness glistens all over my thighs, and when I look down, I see ribbons of his cum stretching down from my sopping pussy. I watch as Jax scoops some up and uses it to lube my ass. My eyes widen in shock.
Gently, much more gently than he was with my pussy, he slides a finger in to my ass. I instantly relax, loving the feeling. There was no resistance, no fight, just total acceptance.
Slowly he slides it in and out a few times murmuring about how tight I am. I push back on his fingers, wanting more, but remembering Rebel’s promise that he would be the one to have my ass. I almost say this to Jax when he stops and withdraws his finger, explaining why he’s stopping for that very same reason.
I’m almost disappointed. But I quickly get over that when he inserts three fingers into my pussy, stretching it wide. I’m panting, giving away how desperately needy I am for him. He removes his fingers and slowly slides his cock into me, this time stopping every few moments to allow me to adjust. His fingers find my clit and begin to massage, my head falling back in bliss.
Before I know it, he’s buried in my pussy up to his balls. I’m delirious with pleasure and desperately trying to keep still, panting heavily, too fast, in a desperate attempt to stave off my orgasm. This time Jax moves slowly, painstakingly so, until I’m begging him to fuck me harder, faster. But he resists, doing everything his own way, my pleading cries be damned. He whispers in my ear that I can come, on one condition: I have to call him Sir.
I’m so beside myself I don’t even care anymore, my hips are bucking against him as he continues to slowly torture my clit and my pussy. I’m desperate for release, so, so close.
"Cum! Let me hear you scream!"
"SIR!!!!!!!" I come apart under him, and I’m sure the force of my orgasm nearly breaks him in half. Instantly he’s cumming again, filling up my tight pussy and reeling in the aftershocks of my spasming muscles.
And then I fall limp on the bed, wrecked. He gently pulls out and lifts me off my knees and back into bed. He rubs my knees and strokes the hair from my damp forehead, and I’m touched by his caring tenderness.
He casually lets his hands wander down my silky soft body, caressing my smarting ass from his spanks, soothing the tender skin and tucking me into bed. Scooping me into his arms, he whispers, "Sleep now baby girl... I may need you again in the morning."
I can’t help but obey.
Lizzie’s Journal
March 26th
I’m writing this from the school’s infirmary Charlie, and it’s pretty bad this time. I have a broken arm, a swollen lip, two black eyes. As well as chunks of hair - scalp it feels like - missing. Several cracked ribs, and so many cuts and bruises. It hurts to swallow and talk and even breathe where I was choked so hard.
I’m still not entirely sure how it happened, but I’ll try to tell you the story as best I can. And I’ll tell you the ‘official’ story.
I was in bed, asleep, when the door burst open. Five figures rushed in. They were all wearing black with hoods up, but come on, who else was it going to be? They placed a pillowcase over my head and dragged me from the room, carrying me. I know they took me outside and into the woods somewhere because it was a lot colder outside and when they finally dumped me on the ground, it was rough.
They didn’t even remove the pillowcase before they started beating me. I swear to God Charlotte, I’ve never felt pain like it. The first kick to my stomach winded me, and I’ve never been so terrified in all my life. I know that, logically, my lungs would work eventually, but at the moment blind panic set in, and it feels like I was dry drowning. It petrified me. I think they did it on purpose to distract me from fighting back.
And it worked. I was so feeble. I lay there and took it, crying and pleading with them to stop. I had no resistance. No fight left in me. I remember at one point, I begged Belle to help me, but that just earned me harder hits. I tasted blood, chipped a tooth and bit my tongue so hard I thought I’d lose a chunk. Even if I didn’t have a cover over my head, I wouldn’t have been able to see anything for the amount of blood in my eyes. Their pièce de résistance was to remove the hood and drag me closer back to the school by my hair.
They dumped me on the front steps and vanished, and I passed out, waking this morning in the infirmary. The matron was livid, saying my injuries were so severe I should be in hospital, but apparently, my ‘friends’ had convinced the headteacher that I had a phobia of hospitals and that it would set my recovery back if they sent me. They also told her that they called for me this morning - like they always do - to find my bed empty. So they went looking for me - get this - because I’m a known sleepwalker and they were worried I may somehow have gotten hurt in the night.
I can’t believe anyone would buy that story, but they have. My so-called ‘friends’ are the heroes for finding me earlier enough this morning before the hypothermia set in.
I don’t want to, but I think I’m going to break up with the princes. No amount of happiness is worth the price I’m paying. No amount of joy is worth this level of physical pain. I may not know the reason why they started bullying me - if they even had one - but last night’s beating was definitely because I’m dating the princes. They told me as much between hits and kicks and spitting on me. I think the spitting was the worst, in a way. I’m bruised, battered, bloody and broken. I give in. They win. I can’t do this anymore.
