Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” he said, and my whole body seemed to glow, the pain of my bottom-fucking becoming a sort of mark of pride—the suffering I would undergo gladly to please my master. My kind master, when he wanted to be. My brutal master, when I needed it.
I felt his cock harden even further, and again I found that I understood. My master’s and my mistress’ training had already taught me so much: his lordship would come soon. His seed would shoot into my bottom, to complete the claiming of his new concubine. I felt my back arch with the added stretching, together with the increasing urgency of the penis’ thrusts deep into my anus. I cried out, my hands clenching in front of me into tight fists as I felt his lap come all the way up against the thoroughly whipped cheeks of my backside.
It sent my consciousness spinning further out, far, far past the transparent metal of the window, into the binary star system. I thought of the semen my master had put in my womb. I wondered if it would grow into a baby, somehow certain that the baron would welcome the news of this new submission of my body to his, as he would welcome the chance to raise a child with me, here among the stars. I could see Mistress Franla, having left us for a new life in the Magisterian Federation, joyfully greeting our growing family when we came to visit aboard the Gravamir’s Joy.
His lordship gave a deep growl, and at the sound I came again, more strongly, bucking under his thrusts, crying out anew at the depth of his cock’s intrusion. His hands tightened on me, and then I felt the rigid shaft pulse as a shudder went through my master’s limbs, shaking me as well so that it seemed as if we had become one.
He held himself like that for a long time, so long that by the time he began to pull himself from my bottom, I had seen what seemed like the whole of our future: not one child but many, an orbital palace here in the Sheliak system, visits to Mistress Franla every year. The renewed House of Gravamir, among the stars.
The baron lay down behind me again and gathered me into his arms.
“Chalondra,” he whispered into my ear, “my sweet girl. I loved you from the moment I saw you.”
“My Lord,” I breathed. I took his hand, and feeling very bold, I kissed the palm, thinking of how very hard he had spanked me with it and finding to my astonishment that the fire between my legs had still not entirely gone out. Suddenly I wanted to feel that again, to be over my master’s knee learning my lesson. I bit my lip and kissed the hand again. “What have you done to me, Master?”
The baron chuckled and turned me to him so that he could kiss me long and firmly on the mouth, my eyes going wide at the sheer intimacy of the moment, the sharing of it. He kissed me as a dominant baron kisses his submissive concubine, and yet I could feel his love for me in the tenderness of that way of mastery.
When he broke the kiss at last, he looked down at me silently, his face illuminated by the starlight from the window. He had an affectionate smile on his face that I couldn’t help answering with a smile of my own.
“What have I done?” he asked, as if he didn’t know.
I felt my mouth twist to the side as the answer came to me, as silly as that response seemed.
“Everything,” I said.
The End