I’d never felt so punished in my life.
Fucked in a place where good girls never got fucked. Used for a man’s pleasure without being given one ounce of my own. Left standing with cum dribbling down my thighs, with my ass striped from his belt.
My breath hitched in my throat.
I wanted to cry. I wanted him to fuck me. I desperately needed to come.
I felt so sorry for myself.
I squeezed my eyes shut and my body tensed, trying to fight the ever-rising tide of pleasure. His palm traced against the side of my hip, his thumb circling around the lower swell of my back and despite everything that had just happened, I sighed with pleasure.
He was quiet.
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered after a period of time, my skin on fire and my breath heavy in my throat. “Please forgive me,” I begged when he didn’t respond.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured softly.
I didn’t feel beautiful. Coated with his seed, my ass red and punished, both inside and out, I felt like a truly disciplined little human.
“I could never stay angry with you, hellcat,” he purred, his suctioned cock slowly pulling away from my pussy. Left untouched, I shivered, the chilly cave air caressing my wet and aroused skin.
His thumb brushed against my folds. My breath caught in my throat.
“I wasn’t going to let you come tonight, but you behaved so prettily during your punishment. What do you think, Cosima?” he asked, teasing me with his finger, edging along the drenched folds of my pussy. My body burned hot, and my desire grew higher, very close to spiraling out of control.
“Axel, please,” I begged, unabashed and unashamed. I knew that I needed to come, or else I felt like my skin was going to catch on fire. Even now, I blazed hot within, my clit pleading to be touched, my core throbbing with need. Everything would be right in the world, if only I could just come. If only he would let me. I hoped he would.
His fingers circled my clit, slowly but surely and my legs grew weak. I could feel his cum drying on my legs, could feel the skin of my ass sting from the belt and still, I wanted more. He pressed down slowly, but then pinched my clit hard.
I could have sworn I saw stars.
White-hot pleasure lanced through me and my legs gave out, but he was there to catch me. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close while he tortured my needy bud, forcing wave after wave of pleasure to assault my body. My pussy clenched hard and I trembled with the power of the passion coursing through my veins, but I gave in completely then.
I let him own every second of my pleasure. I let him give it to me.
I felt like I was flying.
My release felt like it went on for hours, but when I finally came down, Axel gathered me in his arms and pulled me into his chest. His skin felt warm next to mine, his heartbeat sounded loud, like a calming melody that set me right.
“Now there, hellcat, all is forgiven,” he whispered.
If I had felt like I was flying before, now I was soaring.
Chapter Six
Axel
She fell asleep in my arms that night.
I’d lain awake for several hours watching her until I closed my own eyes. My dreams were full of images of her. I was intoxicated by her, more and more with each passing moment. I woke before she did, finding her lithe body still curled into mine. She was warm, sweet, and entirely too perfect.
With every breath, I was getting more and more attached to her. Every flick of her eyes to mine, the way her eyes brightened when she looked at me, the way her lips curved up with pleasure at the sound of my voice. The way her ass had reddened from the swing of my belt.
Not to mention the absolutely perfect sounds she made when I fucked her.
She was utterly delicious. Unfortunately I knew I had to keep myself from getting too attached. Her run-in with my brother yesterday simply made that fact all the more obvious now. It wasn’t safe for her. Eventually, I had to get her out of here and away from my brother. And far away from me.
When Saleos and I finally clashed once again, I knew it was going to end badly. One of us was going to die and she couldn’t be around us when that happened. My instincts would likely be more out of control than ever, my hormones driving me to do terrible, animalistic things without a care as to who lived or died. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself around her, or anyone for that matter. I’d lost control completely around her once and I didn’t want to do it again. Even now, just thinking about the fact that Saleos had laid his hands on her once again made my blood boil. When I finally found him, I knew my anger would only intensify and that wouldn’t end well for either of us.