Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I buck my hips in an attempt to throw Apollo from my body before the inevitable darkness completely takes hold.
He looks over his shoulder and down at my writhing legs and then back into my eyes. Without saying another word, he loosens the belt just enough that I can take in a shallow breath of air. It isn’t enough to fully fill my lungs, but enough to keep me alive. Just when I hoped Apollo had finally felt it had taught me my lesson enough and he would remove the belt, he surprises me by getting off my body and flipping me over onto my stomach.
A familiar feeling of fear takes over as the memory of the belt spankings from before.
He loosens the belt a little more, this time allowing me to wheeze and gasp. The burn of my lungs ease with every inhale, and the shadows on my vision disappear. I can breathe—though uncomfortably.
He crashes the palm of his hand against my bare behind. “I have expectations for tonight. Expectations that will be met.” He continues to spank my ass. The loud sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes against the walls of the room.
The continued humiliation of this awful act that Apollo seems to favor threatens to take back the little air I have just got. Why does the man feel the need to constantly punish me this way when he never placed a finger on me before?
The belt is still tight around my neck, but I can no longer focus on the struggle to breathe. The searing swats of his hand on my ass are the only thing my mind can address. Desperation crackles from my core, all the way to the tips of my toes. I can’t cry out, I can’t plead, I can’t demand. I can do nothing but gasp for air against firm leather and allow the assault of another spanking to continue.
And oh how it continued.
Over and over, Apollo rains down slap after slap against the entire surface of my exposed skin. I try to wiggle away to no avail, and am only rewarded for such an action by a harder spank to my ass. The palm of his hand feels the same as if he were using a solid piece of wood or metal. Such strength. Such sting. Such mortifying pain.
Silently, I beg him to stop. Hoping somewhere deep inside he can read my mind and know how terribly sorry I am. I should have never tried to kill the man. My life is in his hands, and I should never forget that. I am a prisoner, not his match.
Spank after spank, fire erupts from the depths of my ass and sizzles its way to the surface. Tears fall freely from my eyes and my wheezing grows louder against the choking belt that Apollo still holds firmly against my neck.
“Would you like me to remove the belt?” he asks while still continuing to spank with fury.
I nod my head, as it is the only thing I can do.
“Very well. But I’m not done with it yet.” He pauses in the blistering punishment and removes it from my neck. The rush of air that enters my body the moment the pressure releases makes my head spin with the intensity of oxygen my body so desperately hungered for.
I remain on my belly, absolutely still. I don’t want to give him any reason to continue on and just pray that he views my lack of movement as complete defeat. He is the victor in this battle. I am merely a fallen soldier hanging on by a thread. My prayers are not answered, however, when I feel the lash of leather crack against my already punished ass.
I scream out in pain, but more out of shock than agony. “No,” I rasp, barely having a voice. “No more.”
“Yes.”
Apollo whips me with the belt again, and although I want to turn around and fight him from doing so, I know I have no choice but to lie there and take it. I reach for a pillow with both of my hands and squeeze tightly as the next blow comes down harder than the one before.
“Do you understand I expect complete submission tonight?” he asks as he licks me with the harsh sting of leather again.
“Yes,” I answer between clenched teeth, though I have no idea what is going to happen tonight, and why it seems so important to him.
“Do you value your life?” he asks as he whips me again.
“Yes!” I cry. “Please!”
“Then never strike out at me again. I’ve lost all patience for your feisty acts.” He cracks the belt against me again, this time to the awfully sensitive spot where my ass meets my thighs.
“I won’t do it again,” I say as I struggle for air. Between a still sore throat, and the belt lashing, I can barely squeak the words out.