Sold at Auction – Bound for Service Read Online Emily Tilton

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
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“Wait!” I tried. “I… I… won’t… I won’t try to run away?”

Malleus’ voice had a grim certitude in it. “After this reward, columba, I’m pretty sure that’s true.”

Again with the columba. What the hell was going on here?

His grip on my waist tightened, holding me firmly in place. His right hand had stayed on my butt, and the fingers rubbed a little circle there, as if to emphasize how enormous Malleus’ hand was and how little my bottom. I let out a whimper of mingled shame and fear. Under his hand I felt my skin prickle with goosebumps, every nerve ending alight with a heightened sensitivity that bordered on unbearable. The vulnerability of my position—the exposure, the helplessness—stripped away any pretense of composure.

The room seemed to shrink around us, the oppressive brightness of the lights focusing my attention solely on the sensations coursing through my body. My breath came in shallow, rapid gasps, my heart hammering against my ribcage as I tried to brace myself for what was to come.

I could almost feel Malleus’ hand hovering above my exposed skin, as if it were a menacing shadow poised to deliver the first punishing strike.

“Consider this your first lesson,” Malleus’ voice broke through the silence, his tone a blend of severity and something almost akin to compassion. “You’re being punished for your defiance—refusing to undress as commanded, and for your futile attempt to escape.”

The words hung heavy in the air, each one driving home the strangeness and the humiliation of my terrifying situation. Before I could fully process them, his palm descended with a sharp, resounding smack. Before my body could fully absorb the sensation, he had raised his hand and brought it down a second time, and then a third. A fiery sting spread across my bottom, drawing a gasp from my lips.

“Ahh!” The sound escaped involuntarily, a mix of shock and pain, reverberating around the sterile brightness of the room.

“That’s only the beginning, columba,” he said, his grip on my waist unyielding. “You will learn to obey, and you will learn it thoroughly.”

Another spank followed, then another, each one methodical and firm, leaving a searing imprint on my skin. The pain quickly became intense, a relentless barrage that set my senses aflame. Each swat echoed through the room, ringing off the walls despite the deadening effect of wall-to-wall carpet and acoustic tiles.

“Do you understand why you’re being punished?” Malleus’ voice was steady, unwavering, a stark contrast to the chaotic flurry of emotions within me.

“Yes,” I managed to choke out between gasps, my voice trembling.

“Say it,” he demanded, punctuating his command with another stinging slap.

“Because I didn’t take off my clothes… and I tried to escape,” I replied, my words shaky yet earnest, desperation creeping into my tone.

“Good girl,” he acknowledged, though there was no warmth in his words. “I’m going to spank you thoroughly enough today that you won’t sit comfortably tomorrow. I need a columba who remembers the price of disobedience.”

His strikes did not relent, each one harder than the last, driving home the lesson he sought to impart. The rhythm of the spanking became a cruel melody, each note a reminder of my transgressions and the price of disobedience. Tears welled in my eyes. I bit my lip to try to keep myself from crying out, but I failed completely. My whimpers only grew louder.

My legs kicked out reflexively, desperate to escape the fiery punishment, but Malleus was prepared. With a swift movement, he shifted his weight, trapping my legs beneath his own. The sensation of his hard, muscular thigh pinning mine down sent another wave of helplessness crashing over me. Unable to move, I felt utterly exposed, each spank now landing on the sensitive skin of my upper thighs, magnifying the torment.

“Feel each strike, Sophia,” he continued, his voice remaining calm, measured. “Let it remind you of your place, of the importance of submission. Your role is crucial in the battle we’re fighting.”

My sobs echoed through the room, each one an involuntary response to the aching fire ignited in my bottom. My mind raced, attempting to grapple with the chaos of thoughts and sensations. The room seemed to shift, the stark white light filtered through the tears streaming down my face, casting everything in a surreal half-light.

Malleus’ strange words lingered in my mind. What did he mean? “We” were fighting a battle?

But the spanking continued, unrelenting in its intensity, driving home the severity of the lesson Malleus clearly meant to convey. Every word he spoke, every spank he delivered, melded together into a whirlwind of sensations and realizations. The pain was excruciating, but beneath it lay an undeniable truth—a part of me had grown curious, and I clung to the strange ideas he seemed to reveal as a sort of guidance through the agony.

My teeth clenched tighter, but the whimpers and sobs escaped despite my efforts. His left hand pressed firmly between my shoulder blades, its weight an unyielding reminder of my submission, while his right continued its assault on my reddening bottom.



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