Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93482 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“How are you going to serve me, little angel?”
“In whatever way you wish, I’ll do anything, please.”
“Please what?” I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to hear the sweet little Astrid angel beg for my cock.
“Fuck me, please fuck me, please.” Her words ran together, her hips rocking harder on my hand. Her cries begging for me, her body desperately begging for me.
I was winning, and it felt so fucking good.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll never be bad again. I’ll never question you again. Please, just please fuck me. I need it. I need you.”
I stood behind her, lining my cock up with her dripping cunt. The heat practically radiated off her. She tried to push back on me, but I spanked her again, hitting one of the red welts that I had already left.
When she cried out, I reached down and grabbed her hair, yanking her body up, pulling her back against my chest as I thrust inside of her.
She screamed for me, calling out to God himself as if he could save her now.
If the way I had fucked her before was rough, then the way I had her on that bed was nothing short of savage brutality. I lost myself to the beast inside of me that craved her, that needed her at his mercy.
She came for me almost instantly, and the way her body milked my cock made my vision white out as I gritted my teeth, refusing to come too soon. Her body demanded my seed and it would have it, but only on my terms.
By the grace of God, or maybe the devil himself, I pulled through, fucking her hard enough that she came another three times before her body went limp and I filled her over and over.
With my anger and my lust finally sated, I gave in to another desire entirely.
Rose lay on the bed, her cheeks bright red, her lips puffy and open and her eyes almost glazed over as if she were drugged.
“Are you okay, angel?” I asked, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
Her eyes shifted to me, and she nodded. “Just tired.”
She was probably exhausted. I forced her to feel so much, broke her under the sting of my belt and the power of my cock. She needed to rest, but first I needed to see to her. If I didn’t, in the morning she would be too sore, her head would throb and she wouldn’t know what to trust, what to think.
I needed her to see what had happened here as a good thing, a life-altering experience that would bring us closer together.
“Come, get up. We have one more thing to do, and then you may sleep.”
“Please,” she said, her face pressed into the pillow. “I’m so tired, I just want to—”
“You promised to be good,” I reminded her.
It looked like tears were about to fall down her cheeks when she nodded and sat up, wincing as she put weight on her no doubt sore backside.
Rose went to stand and instead I picked her up, cradling her against my chest as I took her to the bathroom. Gently, I sat her down at the edge of the tub as I filled it with warm water. With the tub filling and a bath bomb full of soothing ointments dropped in, I tended to her.
First, by having her stand in front of the mirror so I could better examine the welts I had left on her with the belt. It was about gaining control, not losing it. I knew I hadn’t broken the skin, but I needed to be sure.
She would be bruised, probably sore for the next few days, but that just meant she would remember her lesson every single time she sat down.
When the tub finished filling, I pulled her back into my arms and stepped into the tub. I sat with my back to the warm porcelain and positioned her on my lap but lying against my chest. Her front to my front, to give the oils a chance to sink into her tender flesh.
We were quiet. I was lost in thought about what had happened and what I had allowed myself to feel the last few weeks, while the warm water soothed her, and her body against mine soothed me. I thought she had fallen asleep.
“Why?” she asked.
“You know why. Because you were a bad girl. Bad girls are punished.”
“No, why me? Out of all the women in the congregation, all the daughters of wealthy families, why did you single me out?”
I thought about that for a moment, considering my options. I could tell her a lie, something about her beauty catching my attention or the way she dressed. She always looked so softly feminine, it made my fingers ache to slip into her hair or pull the soft layers of her clothes back.