I lose myself in his touch. I get to be small. I get to be lost in desire. I get to be a slave to my base needs—and to him.
“I need you,” I moan, my hips bucking over his lap with each fresh slap that lands time and time again, not letting me forget that this is a punishment, and I am a very, very naughty girl.
“You have me,” he rumbles back. “You will always have me. I will never let you go again, Trissa. I let you go once. I gave you what you thought you wanted, and you came back. Now you’re mine.”
He emphasizes the words by slipping a finger slowly, deliberately, deeply into my sex. I let out a sigh of pure relief, even though it is not entirely what I need. I need his cock. I need the thick rod that I can feel prominent against my hip. I need him to forgive me—and I need him to fuck me.
“Please,” I whimper. “Take me.”
“Not yet,” he says. “Right now, my little girl is getting her spanking. Daddy’s princess is going to have a very sore bottom.”
With that, he starts spanking me hard and fast and stern. His palm lands over and over, whipping my warmed-up cheeks to a hot crescendo. I start to scream and cry, but I’m not begging for him to stop. I’m letting the pain in. I’m feeling every bit of it, knowing this is what I deserve.
My pussy is making a mess of his pants, the fine material soaked with my juices. My hips dance back and forth, desperate to escape the punishment my heart and soul need.
Tears flow, coursing down my cheeks—and then there is a respite, two fingers plunged hard into my pussy, stretching me. Mattias holds me in place, one arm firmly around my waist, the other working those thick fingers in and out of my pussy hard and rough, working me toward a screaming contrite climax that leaves me quivering over his lap.
“Good girl,” he praises, patting my bottom as I sniffle.
“Please... Mattias...”
“I know what you want,” he says, helping me to sit up gingerly, the skin of my bottom so sensitive I have to just barely perch on his thigh. “But that comes later.”
“Please...”
He stops my pleas with a kiss. A deep, thorough, loving kiss that sinks through my body, gives me the relief of his love. I am Daddy’s princess. I am the king’s lover. I am a captive, and I love it.
“You have others to make amends to,” he reminds me when he breaks the kiss.
“But you could tell them you already punished me. You could save me...”
“It wouldn’t be saving you,” he says. “It would be spoiling you, and you are spoiled enough.”
“But... not now, please... I am sore.”
“I know you are,” he says. “And that is why it has to be now.”
“Mattias...” I start to whimper, and then to cry. “No more. Not now. I am too sore.”
My pleas do nothing to stop him from calling out to an attendant. He tells the man he is ready for the mercenaries. I am not ready for them. I try to slip off Mattias’ lap. I try to escape, but there is no escape. He holds me in place, my sore ass made all the worse for my squirming.
Pharaoh, Alexios, and Silver come in due course. They have all bathed. They are dressed in light armor; none of them quite trusting this place as yet. I doubt they will ever be without weapons. They remember what happened just as well as I do.
“She defied you,” Mattias says, shifting me on his lap, one of his big hands slipping down each of my thighs, to spread them and hold them apart. He has my sex on display, sliding me down his lap a little so that my knees hook over his, my pussy lewdly open to the men I love. “What is your punishment?”
The punishment, to me, is being held like this, being made sore and small and vulnerable. The punishment is seeing the disappointment in their eyes. Silver is not as concerned as the others—he never is. Alexios has some hand in my presence here, but Pharaoh’s dark eyes are heavy with an anger I know will lead to hurt.
Silver approaches first. He fixes me with a long look and I feel myself start to drift under his influence.
“You disobeyed us,” he says. “You flew back here like a little homing pigeon.”
“I had to...”
“You said you came here for money... that doesn’t make sense, Trissa. You never wanted money. You wanted freedom. But you had it, and you gave it up. So, my punishment for you is this: you will always be owned. You will give me and the others your pussy on demand. You will slide that little cunt down on my cock when I please for the rest of your life. And you will like it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I whimper.
He leans down and rubs his hand over my sex, his fingers drifting over my sex. I know what he’s going to do. He’s going to spank me there. He’s going to whip my pussy. I know it—but he’s making me wait for it. He’s teasing the little folds. He’s drifting his digits down to the tight little hole and he’s circling it. He’s making pleasure start to spiral through me...