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“I don’t…” I tried, but the words died on my tongue as his thumb slipped dangerously close to the sensitive folds of my bare pussy. I bit my lower lip and shifted as much as I could in my bonds. In my movement, I couldn’t quite gauge if I was trying to get away him or force his fingers to brush against the place that I needed them the most.
“Look at you, strung up before me and left to my mercy. You couldn’t escape my magic even if you tried.”
Just to test his theory, I jerked my arms hard, but the vines had very little give. I tried kicking and punching, yet nothing worked.
“Your magic?”
“I am Dragonborne,” he replied softly. His words were laced with warning, and I knew then that I was way out of my element.
“What are you going to do with me?” I asked shakily.
“I’m going to punish you.”
He walked around me as he continued, his voice ominous and terrifyingly in control.
“You’re going to scream, and you just might cry, but this soaking wet little pussy is going to tell me exactly what you need. I’m going to make sure that you get it,” he purred.
A shiver of fearful anticipation raced down my spine as I chewed the inside of my cheek, trying to think of what to do and slowly realizing that there was nothing I able to. I was truly trapped and entirely exposed for Roken’s deepest, darkest desires. Fear and arousal warred inside me as my pussy clenched so hard that I would have pitched forward if I could have. Instead, my muscles tensed, and my body heated.
Trying to be brave, I lifted my chin and leveled him with a look.
“I’m not afraid of you,” I snarled.
He chuckled softly, the devilish sound making my insides flutter with nervous excitement.
“You should be, princess,” he purred.
One hand brushed against the small of my back while the other passed over my naked breast. His thumb skimmed over my nipple, teasing it gently, and I gritted my teeth. I wasn’t certain what he was up to, but I would take whatever he gave me for the sake of my pride.
Without warning, his forefinger and thumb pinched down on my right nipple punishingly hard. Taken by surprise, I couldn’t hold back my cry, fierce pain glancing across my breast in one solid wave. I whimpered as he cruelly twisted it back and forth.
“I’m not,” I repeated, but it was more to myself than to him. I tipped my head back, struggling against the vicelike vines until he finally released me. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it only lasted for a few seconds before his fingers flitted against the curve of my left breast. I pulled in a shaky breath as his fingertips teased over the opposite bud, knowing what to expect yet anxious about it all the same.
I opened my mouth to beg him to be gentle, but then I closed it. With a knowing smirk, he pinched the other side just as firmly, and I whimpered as I suffered through the merciless agony. When he eventually let go, both nipples throbbed with aching soreness. Waves of pain radiated around my breasts long after his fingers had pulled away, and my audible breathing was a dead giveaway for my silent suffering afterwards.
The look in his eyes told me he was enjoying this.
Then he slapped my right breast, striking the tip of my nipple with such firmness that it ignited the same burning sensation that had rendered me speechless such a short time before. Without a word, he spanked both breasts one after the other as I writhed before him. The pain was instantly overwhelming, and just when my eyes started to water, he stopped.
With a hard swallow, I glanced down, seeing the pink, punished flesh of my chest. I could make out his fingerprints within the red marks and pressed my lips firmly together, trying to bear the stinging punishment as bravely as I could.
When I had gathered myself and blinked away my tears, he did the same thing again, only this time he spanked my breasts for a long time until they were a much brighter pink. This time, I couldn’t keep my cries quiet.
That hurt and now he knew.
Like a predator, he circled around me, stepping through the vines and moving behind me until he was out of sight. I couldn’t anticipate what he had in mind for me next. I tried to listen for signs of what was to come, but his movements were silent. I knew he was standing behind me, just looking at me.
He was right. Ididfear him, but I would never tell him that. Even if I didn’t voice it though, what scared me more was that my body would betray me first. I could feel it happening already, just like I could feel his eyes moving over my bare form. The muscles of my ass tensed.
What was he going to do to me? Would he spank my bottom, too? What about my pussy? Would he fuck me again? Was this all foreplay to him?
A hopeful shiver raced down my spine, and I gasped when his fingertips caressed my backside, following the gentle curve where my cheek met my thighs.
“I remember our last encounter in flashes, but I have far more control over myself right now, sweet girl. Does that scare you?”
“No,” I lied. He chuckled shrewdly, continuing his light touches against my bare bottom and making me quiver with open arousal.
“It should. I’ve already spanked your breasts. There are several other places on this beautiful body that need tending to before I’m through with you,” he threatened, his voice a gentle rumble that lit my body on fire.
