Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 96417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“In my family, obedience is expected.” He shoves my legs open and slaps my inner thigh with a quick flick of his wrist. I gasp in surprise. It’s a sharp pain, but it’s muted by the proximity to my soaking wet pussy, the hurt crossing over with pleasure. “You’ve done nothing but fight and disobey. You’ve been difficult since the night we first met.”
“Whatever happened to my prince?” I ask with a little smile. “I thought you were going to destroy my evil grandmother and give me a castle.”
“I’m going to give you whatever you need, but knights in shining armor aren’t all good men. Some of us are monsters beneath all that metal.” He smacks me again and kisses me, and I groan in a confused mess of pain and excitement. He pulls me from the windowsill, dragging me by the hair, and throws me belly-down onto the couch. I hit the cushions hard and gasp, bracing myself as he looms above me.
He grabs my hips and pulls them up toward him. “Prepare yourself, princess,” he croons at me. Delicious and terrible. I groan, my face down in the cushions, when his hand finds my ass. It’s rough and fast, and the sting is incredible—but the slow burn after as he kisses my hip makes everything blend together, the hurt and the thrill.
“Just like everyone else in my life,” I said, panting now as he spanks me again. I gasp and clench my jaw. “You want to own me.”
“No, princess. I don’t want to own you. Here comes more.”
Another spank. This time rougher, and I scream in surprise—but his fingers bury themselves between my legs, rolling along my pussy, and I draw in a sharp breath, unable to make a sound as the sudden intense pain turns to a mangled bliss. I wiggle my hips and half-laugh, half-moan, as an entirely new sensation rolls down my spine and lights my brain on fire.
What the hell is happening to me?
Getting spanked is supposed to hurt. It’s a punishment. It’s pain and control.
Instead, this is something else. It’s pain, yes, but pleasure too. It’s all mixed up and confused, and I don’t know what I want, what I don’t want, but I can’t seem to make myself move. My hips remain in the air, my pussy dripping wet for him, an ache so deep in my core that it feels like I might explode at the slightest touch of his fingertips.
“What do you want then?” I ask before biting down on the cushion.
Another spank. Another blast of agony. Another wave of pleasure as he pulls my panties to the side and rolls his fingers along my soaking folds.
Spreading them. Teasing me. Torturing me with bliss.
I moan into the fabric, losing my goddamn mind.
If this is a punishment, I’ll take it a thousand times over.
“I want to make you see the truth,” he says and his voice is husky and thick with sex and emotion.
“What truth is that? Yours or mine?”
“Hold on tight, princess. This might be difficult, but trust me.”
“What are you—”
Three spanks then. They come fast, too sudden for me to react. Quick and raw and extremely hard. I throw my head back in a sudden burst of anguish and torment, and I try to get away—but he grabs my hips and holds me there as his tongue licks me top to bottom, lapping at my clit and sliding into my slit. I breathe hard and bite the cushion again and my god, oh my god, it hurts so fucking bad and feels so fucking good, and my brain suddenly breaks down as the pleasure and pain signals get all crossed, and his tongue is like heaven as he rolls it around my clit, and I’m about to explode into a fucking sunburst of ecstasy—
But he pulls away.
“No!” I groan and look back at him. “Don’t you dare stop.” I try to grab at his face, but he bats my hands away and pins them behind my back.
His smirk makes me want to murder him on the spot.
He rubs my pulsing ass, but he doesn’t give me the pleasure I need. He doesn’t tip me over. I’m right there, hanging onto the ledge with my fingertips, but he won’t let me drop.
“Like I said, princess. On the edge.”
“You bastard,” I moan and bite the cushion hard.
He spanks me again, but not as hard. His fingers tease, but not as intensely. He’s rebuilding me, bringing me back to that amazing space, and I’m so impatient I wiggle my ass in the air, trying to entice him.
He only peels my panties off and leaves me bare.
“You asked me which truth. It’s your truth, Siena. The only truth that matters.” He squeezes my clit gently and bites my ass cheek before spanking me hard. I gasp, twist, and he’s licking me again, lapping me up. Moans escape my lips, but he stops. I’m so fucking close again I could scream. It’s driving me wild and I think I might lose my mind if he doesn’t just get me off right this second. I hate him, and love him, and want him to keep going until I’m nothing but a puddle of mush on the floor. He can own me if it means coming hard all over his pretty face. He can spank me until I can’t walk, so long as I explode on his tongue.