He growled again, like a bear. A husky sound that caused a spike of adrenaline. Another crack, another tussle of whip and bottom. She jiggled her hips from side to side, trying to assimilate the bite of the tail.
He thrust his hand between her legs and cupped her mound, before dragging his fingers along her wet slit and up to her bottom hole. “This will be punished, too,” he whispered in her ear. “Every day, if necessary, so you best behave.” he added.
She rubbed against his hand and ignored her burning cheeks. “Please don’t punish me there,” she lied. He would know she’d lied, because her tattoos darkened with every second.
The last stripe kissed her backside. She barely felt it. The moment he’d delivered it, he dropped the whip and began to strip off his clothes. She shuddered with nervous energy as he approached her behind, grasped her hips, and altered the angle of her hips so that he could rise up and enter her pussy. He stroked her slowly at first, then changed his pace and depth, hitting her bottom hard with his hips as he fucked her. She hung onto the chains and rocked with his movements.
His cock glided in and out without hindrance. Yesterday seemed an age away. It was hard to imagine her virginity now. What he replaced it with was a hungry woman with a lust for his cock. She sensed his power and strength in those pounding thrusts. Finally, she understood the nature of Vendu sexuality. It was pure dominance. No half measures, but full-on strength of will. If she hadn’t yielded to him, she would suffer. But she had, and she wanted to. What was more, she didn’t want it to stop.
He did though. He withdrew, reached forward and loosened her wrists, freeing her aching arms. Scooping her up into his arms, he laid her on the bed.
“I want to face you, see your face.” He swept the hair from her eyes. “Your beautiful face.”
He buried his cock in her pussy again, deep to his balls and continued to thrust with the entire length of his shaft.
Zara scrunched her fists into balls. She had a perfect view of Galen and his tattooed chest, just as he had of hers. There were dragons. They stared at her, watching the ink across her bosom rise to the surface—an audience of creatures painted over the heart of Galen. His own tattoo revealed his soul and feasted on hers. Below, his cock disappeared once more inside her, only to reappear a second later, glistening and wet. Galen moaned, and his eyes rolled upward as he pumped his load into her.
To her relief, he hadn’t finished. He flipped her over and pulled her up onto all fours.
“Oh, yes,” she cried out as he fucked her pussy. He sought out her clitoris and circled it with his eager fingers.
“Oh, no,” she whimpered. “I’m coming—”
“Not yet.” He slapped her bottom with his other
hand. “I’m not done with you yet,” he growled.
“Oh, my,” she sighed and flopped forward, losing all strength in her arms. With her bottom up in the air, he continued to tease her with fingers, driving her close, then back from the brink. She felt alive with an energy she’d never experienced before. It didn’t matter how sore her ass got if he celebrated her submission with this display of sexual prowess. Forty more lashes awaited her. He could have every single one if it meant he fucked her like this.
“Your little hole will be punished now.”
Her eyes sprang open. “Punished?”
“Yes. Ask me, Zara.” The same stern tone he’d used yesterday. She hesitated. Then, she felt the head of his cock brush over her slit and up toward her bottom. When it nudged her there, a horde of goosebumps rushed across her back. She tingled all over, and an electric pulse thrummed in her pussy and clit. There was no mistaking how he made her feel. The darkness in his voice was necessary and he knew it.
The ordeal was exactly this—submit, be punished, and you’ll be rewarded with untold pleasures. A seemingly contradictory stance, but it did explain what seemed to her as a lack of consistency on his part. He was doing what the ordeal decreed, nothing less.
Except, she wished for more. She wished for his love.
“Take me,” she rasped.
He entered her boldly and she surrendered.
* * *
Zara was a little bit sore inside and out. She had a well-punished bottom; Bisma had noted it after Galen had carried Zara back to her room. However, Bisma’s delightfully curative array of ointments quickly soothed her bottom in many ways both on the outside and internally.
“The marks will be gone by tomorrow. You still have a delightful yellow glow to your back,” said Bisma.
“Mm,” Zara mumbled, her nose in the pillow.
“How many orgasms did you have?”
“Two.” Two astounding ones that must have lit up the room.
“You’ll be capable of many more soon,” Bisma hummed with enthusiasm.
“Will I be able to cope, though,” Zara mused. “I mean, this punishing me thing is not going to harm me, is it?”