Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I assume he doesn’t know what I’m doing. I hope he’s too focused on punishing me to notice that my cries have become less pained and more performative. I don’t want to be bad, but I can’t help myself.
“I see, you little…”
He pushes his hand down between my legs and rubs along the seam of my sex. My lips betray me immediately, parting and allowing his fingers to slide up against my wet interior.
“You like this, do you? Is it the disobedience you enjoy, the punishment, or both?”
“Neither!” I lie because I don’t know how to answer him.
He reaches beneath me, his arm sliding beneath my belly, and slides two fingers inside my aching pussy. I am still sensitive from having my virginity taken, not to mention my body becoming one creature and then another. He must have fucked me absolutely senseless for my pussy to still be so tender.
“I can feel your arousal, naughty pup,” he growls down at me. “This is not what I was trying to do. You are supposed to be learning your lesson.”
“I am learning a lesson,” I whimper.
He chuckles. “Yes, I’m sure you are, but not the one I intended you to learn. You’ve learned that disobeying me gives you pleasure.”
He doesn’t seem angry at me for the revelation, but it soon turns out he also has absolutely no intention of letting that be what I learn. He hikes the knee of the leg that my hips are over up a little higher, wraps a strong arm firmly around my waist, and starts really spanking me with slaps that echo around the room.
It hurts now. But it also feels good. Because he still has two fingers inside me, and now my clit is pressing against the heel of his palm. He can spank me as hard as he wants. I want him to. It feels so damn good. I am gasping now, whining, writhing. I am getting closer and closer to orgasm.
I’m surprised he doesn’t do anything to stop it. If he doesn’t want me to experience pleasure, why are his fingers inside me while he spanks me? Why is he letting me rut my way to a very illicit orgasm?
I try to hold back as long as I can, not wanting to prove him right even though he is more right than anybody has ever been about anything. I want to be good, but I don’t really even know what good is anymore.
In the end, good is following my desire and my need.
I come, my pussy clenching at his fingers so hard he must be able to feel it. I can feel him as my body tries to draw him deeper, wanting his cock and his seed. But he won’t give me that. That would make me shift again.
There’s a brief lull as the orgasm ripples begin to dissipate. I feel warmth and satisfaction. Everything and anything other than punished. A sense of smugness starts to settle into me too. Did I just get away with something? Did the big, mean, scary Cain Lupin just take mercy on me?
Smack!
No. No he did not.
With the pleasure fading, the pain starts to feel more immediate, more intense. His fingers are still inside me as he spanks me hard and fast. Now he is punishing both my ass and my pussy, making my aching sex squirm around his digits as his palm whips a steady tattoo.
I gasp and cry out as he makes whatever the original spanking was going to be into something much more intense and far more perverse. This feels like punishment.
“You’re the kind of mate who takes pleasure in being disciplined. It’s not uncommon, but it does mean you’re going to suffer in different ways,” Cain lectures me. “When you’re a bad girl, I’m going to make sure I teach you the lesson you need to learn one way or another.”
The ache between my legs has me right on the edge of pleasure and pain. I almost feel as though I could come again if this went on long enough, though I don’t know if my ass could take it. I feel hot and swollen and wet and sore and sorry.
I want his mercy. I want him to tell me that he has forgiven me.
“Are you going to do as you’re told in the future?”
Cain
“Yes!” She moans the answer.
I want to fuck her more than anything, but I know if I put my dick inside her, I’m going to come inside her, and I know if so much as a drop of my seminal fluid touches her well-fucked interior, she’s going to shift again.
Holding back from fucking her right now after watching her come all over my fingers, her hot red ass gyrating with carnal need, is the hardest thing I might ever do. She’s stunning. She’s so innocent, but so responsive. She gave her virginity to me, and now she is giving me even more. She is showing me precisely how she is wired, how sorry and sore she is, and how much some part of her enjoys both those things.