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My upper arms suddenly tingle and itch, and I want to scream because I don’t need another reminder of the impending bond.
Well, it’s not exactly impending. I already sense it. His emotions. His thoughts, which I sometimes hear word for word. Will the bond feel stronger once his ancestral markings appear on my arms?
Through the bond, he sends a sharp blast of dominance, causing a wave of surrender to immediately flow through me. My knees weaken and I instinctively lower my head in a show of penance. With a whimper, I also find myself moving back into place, my face heating with shame over the fact that I just disobeyed him.
He’s going to insert a huge plug in my asshole. He wants to train me so I’m able to accept a double pounding with his shafts when he finally claims me. I can scarcely believe it. I gulp hard and wonder how long he’ll leave the phallus in my bottom.Please not very long.
He flips my dress up, once more baring my bottom. I shiver.
“You’ll wear the plug for the duration of our time in the alcove tonight, little female,” he says, once again reminding me that he has access to my thoughts. “You will wear it as I whip you, and you wear it while you receive nourishment from my shafts.”
You will wear it as I whip you.
Oh, my God.
I glance into the box and gasp at the sight of the strap. But my attention soon returns to my other problem—the plug he wants to insert in my ass. He draws my butt cheeks wide apart and trickles a generous amount of the liquid from the bottle, which I now realize is lubrication, down my crevice.
Trembles besiege me as he proceeds to rub the lube into my pucker. He adds another squirt of the liquid, then caresses a bit more thoroughly, even nudging the tip of his finger inside.
Keeping my bottom spread, he sets the bottle aside. I grow tense as I wait for the feel of a huge intrusion in my back hole. He doesn’t make me wait long, and he soon presses the plug to my most private place.
Take a deep breath, he tells me.
I obey, and a second later I cry out at the sudden fullness as he breaches my snug hole. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s not very comfortable, and oh how I wish he would take it out. But to my dismay, he doesn’t take it out. Instead, he pushes it deeper, then withdraws slightly only to drive forward again.
Eventually, he goes deep enough that the plug is fully seated in my bottom, held in place by the wide base. The fullness is almost too much, but after a few moments, the discomfort becomes easier to bear.
Good little female. He strokes my bottom, then grabs a cloth from the box to clean his hands.
He picks up the strap, and my legs almost give out.
Somehow, I manage to remain bent over with my palms flat on the bench. Brute steps back and smacks the strap across his palm, as though testing the weight of it.
You put yourself in danger, Jenny, he reminds me.That deserves a sterner punishment than usual. You’ll receive ten lashes. However, if you move out of position or reach back to cover your bottom, I’ll add an additional stroke for each instance of misbehavior. Do you understand?He caresses a hand down my back, his touch strangely intimate and gentle considering what he’s preparing to do.
I understand, I say through the bond.
In return, he sends me a surge of warmth so strong it brings tears to my eyes. Endless affection. Is that truly how strongly he feels about me? It would seem what began as intense physical attraction has morphed into something special beyond words.
He shifts behind me, there’s a rapid whistle in the air, then pain explodes across my bottom in a searing lash of fire. I’m so stunned I can’t cry out, especially when my insides clench involuntarily around the plug. My lips part on a wordless gasp, and before I’m able to draw in my next breath, he whips me again.
Two down. Eight to go.
How will I survive the rest?
He pauses and runs his fingers across my tenderized flesh, as though inspecting his handiwork. I whimper and blink fast as tears roll down my face. He steps back and brings the strap down twice more in quick succession. I cry out and struggle to hold position. I pray I won’t lose control and try to evade the lashes. I don’t want any extras.
This time as he pauses to trace the fresh welts, he sends another surge of affection through the bond. I latch on to the comfort and tenderness he’s giving me, even though he’s about to inflict more pain.
He continues to whip me twice quickly, then run his fingers over my bottom, sometimes caressing my cheeks, until he delivers the final set.
A sob of relief bursts from my chest.
Oh, thank God. It’s over. It’s finally over.
He lifts me in his arms, sits on the bench, and holds me close.
As he peers down at me, he keeps sending surges of warmth through the bond. I lean my head against his chest and listen to the steady beating of his heart.
