Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“I like your blushes,” he murmurs, letting a rough finger play over my cheek then slip under my chin and raise my face to his. “And I adore your moans. But there is more you need, isn’t there. There is pain, and there is atonement. There is being something you have never been in your entire life….”
“What is that?”
“Sorry,” he growls. “I am going to make you very, very sorry.”
I feel my pussy start to well with desire. I want him inside me. I want him to absolutely obliterate me so I don’t have to think another thought.
“You’re sore, aren’t you?” He growls the question softly. “I made your pussy very sore yesterday, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” I moan.
He puts me on my back and begins to punish me all over again. This time my ass is safe, but a more sensitive, tender part of my anatomy is not. He picks up the lash, which is thick enough to cover my entire pussy. I know this for a fact when he brings it down with a flick of his wrist, and the infernal sensation bursts over my pussy and clit in a flash of heat and sting.
“Put your hands down,” he orders. “Don’t you dare try to cover your soft sex. I am going to lash this pussy, and then I am going to fuck it, and you are going to take this punishment because you know you deserve it. Both for what you have done recently, and what you have done in the past.”
My lips are swollen and wet, and every time the lash lands the liquid I am producing is spread across my cunt. Being spanked wet hurts a lot more than being punished in my normal state. There’s no escaping the lash, either. He is holding me in place and making sure every single one of these terribly punishing slaps lands directly over my pussy, catching my lower lips every time, and sometimes, when it lands a little higher, making my clit pulse inside her hidden little hood.
Within minutes, he has me writhing in aroused agony. I am just as sore as he promised I would be, and yet all I want his his cock inside me. He is above me, between my legs, his thick red and gold saurian cock hard and throbbing every time he lifts the lash and brings it down. He regards me with a triumphant gaze of desire, a look that makes fresh heat bolt through me.
He is going to fuck me again. I know it.
I cry out as he pushes inside me, my swollen lips gripping him, my molten wet interior saturating him. I am tight as hell, but he has primed me for this rough claiming. His kisses run down my throat as he arches his hips and forces the length of his cock into me in one long thrust that fills me all the way up, leaving no room for anything else.
“It hurts,” I whimper, not wanting him to stop, and knowing that he will not.
“Good,” he purrs sweetly, drawing his cock out of my tender sex only to drive it back in again in another one of those impossibly powerful thrusts that makes me feel as though he has complete mastery of me in every way. In his arms, I lose myself. I lose the drive to disobey and to rebel and to fight as I feel myself sinking into a state of submission I truly never thought I would experience.
I float in that post-coital haze for what must be minutes, but truly feels like hours. There is a timelessness to the moments spent in Thorn’s arms. Everything about this world is primal, but he makes me feel as though we exist before the creation of silly things like seconds, minutes, hours. There’s only a big, endless nowness when I am with him.
“Suli…”
“Yes?”
“It’s time to apologize.”
“Really? After all of that? You still don’t feel like I’ve made amends?”
I am aching inside and out. I know once the pleasure wears off, I am going to be very, very sore in the most intimate of ways for quite some time. It was worth it as far as I am concerned. For that kind of orgasm, I’d take all manner of intimate punishment. I’d let Thorn do with me as he pleases, which is just as well because he is going to do with me as he pleases.
“There is someone else you need to make amends to,” he says. “There was a member of my staff…”
“Sona,” I say. “Yes. He helped me escape. He was so nice to me even though he thought I was an intruder. And…”
“He came to me immediately upon learning that a prisoner of mine had escaped and confessed, offering his resignation. I did not accept it, obviously. Instead, I told him that you are an irredeemably untrustworthy little creature and it was not surprising you had manipulated him into letting you escape…”