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"Yes, please," she says.
I will fuck her ass and make her beg for more. I slap her ass again, the flesh red and swollen. She moans.
"Yes, sir," she says.
I bury my face in her ass cheeks. licking her tight hole while my other hand caresses her clit. Her orgasm shakes her entire body. She can't touch the floor completely, suspended by the ropes. She's writhing in the air. I wrap my arm around her waist to keep her still as I continue my assault on her clit.
She's begging me to stop, but I push her through it. I will cause her so much pain. I will cause her so much pleasure. I will make her mine.
"The pain is part of the pleasure. You want me to whip you, and tie you up, and show you how powerful I am. You love my cocks inside of you. You love it when I whip you and make you come. You love it when I fuck you. You're mine. It will always hurt, but nothing will ever feel better, either."
"Thank you, sir."
I like the sound of that. I like the feeling.
I realize we are just getting started. I could do this all night. This feeling that has taken over me must be sated. And the only way I can quell my thirst of her is to be inside of her. The real question is not how much more, it’s whether I’ll ever stop.
I want to hurt her and hear her scream my name. I want her to beg me to stop while she's helpless to stop me herself. I want to tie her to my bed and never let her up until this obsession has run its course.
Because right now, it's a burning inferno inside of me.
17
LASTA
I’ll eat my own scales if this doesn’t end in a war,I think to myself as I look down at the most recent letters from my spies in Kario.
I know that I’ll need to get him out soon – his cover was almost blown this past week – because if anyone discovers that Lodra has sent spies into the rest of Nagaland, we won’t be able to stop the invasion fast enough.
I get out a fresh sheet of paper and scribble a short set of instructions to the spy, and then I say a prayer to Atia and Oella to get him out safely.
I place the letter carefully in an envelope, where it will be picked up later, and then I lean back in my chair.
My thoughts turn to Krista, as they always do when my mind is overwhelmed by thoughts of a possible impending war.
And as I think about her, as I think about every one of our encounters, the turmoil of everything I am tasked with fades.
Krista does not know it – and I will never allow her to know it – but she is not the only one who has submitted in this relationship we are in.
I have, in a sense, submitted, too, simply by allowing myself to soften around her.
My train of thought, centered around Krista, lengthens as I remember the stares we have received from the palace staff.
No one aside from the palace staff really knows that anything is going on between Krista and I, and I’d like to keep it that way.
I know that Prince Zalith and Slyth won’t have anything bad to say about it, if I had to march up to them and proclaim that Krista is my mate.
But I do not want to do that just yet.
I’d like to maintain some of my privacy for now. But I also am intent on protecting Krista from any potential backlash.
I know that she could be in danger from those naga who still believe that humans are only meant for slavery or to be used as fodder.
I was one of those naga. Before I met Krista.My thoughts are grim when there is a knock on the door of my office.
The person on the other side does not wait for me to call for them to enter, and the door swings open wildly.
I push the chair back and stand up as Selliss walks in, his eyes sharp and hot as he looks me up and down with a sneer on his face.
