Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry,” I sob. “Please, stop.”
“This is not a game,” he grates out before another searing lick of leather. “You will not escape punishment if you dare to defy me.” Two more lashes fall. I’m splitting apart in agony. I can’t bear this any longer. I close my eyes, still sobbing, my nose running and salty tears in my mouth. With the first blow, he broke me.
I’m so weak.
So weak.
How will I ever survive this?
Chapter 8
Her virgin ass is striped with my leather, crisscrossed and welted from punishment.
She earned every lash tonight.
The only reason why I’m not sending her to bed with my come leaking from her cheeks after fucking her ass to seal her punishment is because I’m still waiting on the tests. Still waiting to know if I can fuck her with nothing between us. And this girl needs to be properly fucked. Mastered. Owned.
Her first real punishment is only a taste of what will come if she chooses to disobey me again.
My cock throbs when I stare down at her. And as she weeps, I want to gather her in my arms. To show her I’m an exacting master who will punish her when she earns it, but it doesn’t have to be this way. Doing so does not demonstrate weakness but control.
The others in our outfit have taken women to master before. Before I became the leader, Kazimir, our former brigadier, trained so many women he was held up as an example to the rest of us by Dimitri. But I never wished to train a submissive or a slave. To do so implies a relationship status I wished to avoid. I always preferred to use women as needed.
Disposable.
Expendable.
But this woman will be mine for months as she pays off the debt she owes, and tomorrow I’ll need her behaving perfectly for me. Punishment is only one of many methods at my disposal. I don’t simply need her obedience, but her loyalty. I ponder this as I stare down at her helpless before me, still tied to my bedpost.
I remove a small bottle of lotion from the bedside table and tuck it into my pocket before I unfasten the cuffs that bind her wrists. She slumps to the bed, spent, but I’m prepared to catch her. I fold myself onto the bed beside her, and draw her onto my lap. At my touch, she pushes away, turning her face from me and even trying to move her body from mine, but she’s weakened, so it’s an easy matter to flip her belly down over my lap.
I tip lotion onto my palm, hold her down over my lap with my left hand, and massage the lotion on her abused flesh with my right hand. At first, she hisses, squirming to get away, but I hold her tight.
“Ostavaysya na meste,” I tell her. “Stay still. This will help prevent bruising.”
She obeys me, stilling over my lap. I continue until I’ve rubbed every inch of her swollen, reddened skin. I take my time, deliberately massaging. She’s small but curvy and soft. Even punished, her skin as smooth as satin.
“No more disobedience, malyshka,” I tell her.
Little girl.
When I’m satisfied, I turn her over and bring her to my chest. My hardened cock presses against her ass.
“You liked that,” she wails in accusation. No more is she the regal woman who dined with me tonight, but childish, almost pouting. She’s angry I whipped her, but I’m not bothered by it. I don’t care if she hates me and hate me she will. My only concern is that she obey me.
“Of course I enjoyed that,” I tell her, not bothering to deny the fact that sadism excites me. Causing pain brings me pleasure. I never pretended to be moral or even halfway decent. “Why do you think I have a wall full of tools if not for enjoyment?”
“You’re sick,” she whispers. I don’t realize I’m wiping tears from her eyes with the pad of my thumb until my thumb is damp and her eyes are watching me with curiosity. I pull my hand away and hold her tightly. Her accusation is borderline rude, but she speaks truth. I dislike disrespect and will make sure she doesn’t defy me, but I want to hear what she has to say right now.
“Think what you will. You had a lesson to learn,” I tell her. “And I was happy to be the one to teach it to you, yes. You were fairly warned. None of this comes as a surprise to you. I could have ended your life or sent a man to do so, but instead I took you as mine. You were given instructions. You failed those instructions.” I hold her tighter, but don’t soften my voice. I want her to learn her lesson well. “I am an exacting master, Calina. I will not allow you to disobey me in any way.”