Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
I fill her mouth with my cock, her tearful gaze making me throb. I am so fucking close to coming already, but I don’t want to just fill her up. I want to fuck her mouth first. I want to use this hole of hers, the one she uses to sass me with and defy my will.
She makes the most adorable sounds as I do just that, thrusting all the way to the back of her mouth before pulling out and repeating the process. I am punishing her as she deserves to be punished and using her the way she should be used. She’s still trying to cry, and the motion of her tongue against the underside of my cock as she gasps and whimpers around my hot rod is what sends me over the edge. I roar as I come down her throat, keeping her golden hair fisted firmly as I ensure that she takes every drop.
Elise
I taste cum and shame. My ass is burning and swollen, my inner thighs are stinging, and my lips and eyes are swollen with two different reactions to the same punishment. He made me cry and he didn’t care. I think he liked it more when I cried. When his tattooed arm held me in place as his thick cock plunged all the way to the back of my throat, I thought I might choke on his cock. But he was just careful enough not to do real damage.
“Get up,” he says, his eyes cold. “We’re going to train. Or I can get the cane, and we can see how you work with a welted ass.”
When I hesitate, he grabs my hair again and lifts me up from the ground that way, forcing me to use my legs to stand.
“I have been kind to you,” Cosmos growls. “But, Elise, sweetheart, I enjoy being cruel to you even more. Be careful what cause you give me to punish you. Your tears are a powerful aphrodisiac.”
He’s sick, and he’s twisted, and I can’t escape him.
Cosmos marches me back downstairs, all the way into the basement where I am once more presented with the wooden sword I threw down in a fit of temper not twenty minutes ago.
I can barely see him through the glaze of tears that fills my eyes. I am not cut out for this treatment or this life. I want to collapse into a pile of self-pity, but he won’t allow that. I’ve crossed him, gone from being an ally against Bryn to a problem he has to solve.
He wants me to work out, but there’s no way that’s going to happen. I’m in no state to exercise. I am sore and in spite of my promises to obey, obedience is the last thing to come naturally to me.
Cosmos is not stupid. He sees that all at once and absolutely completely. I feel as though I am an open book to him, my pages laid bare, shameful truth scrawled in a hand only he can read.
“Bend over the horse,” he says, pointing to a vaulting horse. I immediately conclude he wants to punish me more.
“No! Please. I’m sorry. I’ll be a good girl.”
“It’s too late to be a good girl.”
I do as I am told, because that look in his eye tells me that things can still go from bad to worse. There’s always a darker level of depravity where Cosmos is concerned.
He runs his blade down the gap between my cheeks, absolutely ruining the pants he brought me recently. The action bares my ass again, but he’s not interested in whipping me. I don’t feel the anticipated slashing cut of the cane as it meets my skin. Instead, I feel his big hand part my cheeks, and the thick, hot head of his cock nudge up between my thighs.
He’s inside me. I’m dripping wet. His cruel treatment has turned me on more than I can say. I must be a twisted, broken little thing to enjoy this. I can hear myself moaning, and I can feel the way my hips are grinding in response to the way his cock stretches me deep.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I punctuate every one of his thrusts with profanity. The harder and faster he thrusts, the less coherent I become, until I am emitting wails of almost continuous cursing. I am being fucked out of my mind, my thoughts evaporating into needs, and those needs taking complete control.
He’s made me submit, not just to him, but to my own filthy needs, to the most basic levels of my being. When he handles me this way, I am not a human, and I am certainly no angel. I am an animal being bred by a rough and dominant male, and it is everything I need.
He leaves me awash in fresh flows of seed, filling my pussy the same way he filled my mouth, his thick cock throbbing deep inside my sensitive tissues. I lift myself up from the vaulting horse slowly, feeling the blood rush back to its proper places. I ache so beautifully and so completely, I cannot tell what is the aftermath of pleasure and what was intended to be punitive.