Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“And will you go to the Academy tomorrow?” he asked, landing another stroke that made me sob with mingled pain and need.
“Yes,” I gasped, hating myself even as relief flooded through me. “Yes, Sire.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, and the praise sent an unexpected thrill through me. “Now count the next ten strokes. Thank me for each one.”
The cane fell again, harder than before. “One! Thank you, Sire,” I cried out, my voice breaking.
Another stroke, crossing the previous welts. “Two! Thank you, Sire!”
By the fifth stroke, I was weeping openly, my body trembling. The low-level stimulation permitted by the horrid governor transformed each lash into something complex and terrible—pain that bloomed into pleasure that never quite peaked.
“Eight! Thank you, Sire!” My voice was hoarse, my throat raw from crying.
The final two strokes landed in quick succession across the sensitive crease where buttock meets thigh. “Nine! Ten! Thank you, Sire, thank you!”
Prince Hendren set the cane aside and moved to stand before me, unfastening his uniform trousers. His erection sprang free, rigid and imposing.
“You’ve earned this,” he said, lifting my tearstained face. “Open your mouth.”
I parted my lips obediently, all resistance momentarily abandoned as he pushed into my mouth. His hands gripped my hair, holding me in place as he thrust deeply. The taste of him, masculine and slightly salty, filled my senses. I struggled to breathe around his girth, tears streaming down my face as he used my mouth with ruthless efficiency.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I raised my eyes, meeting his ice-blue gaze as he continued to thrust. Something in his expression shifted—a flash of approval that sent an unwelcome warmth through my core.
“This is who you are,” he said, his voice strained with pleasure. “Not a president. Not a diplomat. Just a woman made to serve.”
He withdrew suddenly, leaving me gasping. His hand caressed my cheek with unexpected gentleness before he moved behind me again. I felt his fingers probe between my legs, testing my wetness.
“Even with the governor turned down to three, my dear, you’re still as wet as a river.”
Without warning, he thrust into my pussy, filling me completely in one savage stroke. I cried out, my back arching as much as the restraints would allow. The governor permitted just enough sensation to make me aware of his presence inside me, but not enough for true pleasure.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, beginning to move with deliberate, measured strokes.
“Yes, Sire,” I whispered, hating the truth in my words.
“And this?” His thumb pressed against my anus, circling the tight ring of muscle as he continued to fuck me.
I whimpered, unable to form words as he breached that forbidden opening with his thumb. The combination of invasions sent shockwaves through my body, pleasure and pain and shame all mingling into something I couldn’t process.
“Answer me,” he demanded, thrusting harder.
“Yes,” I sobbed. “Yes, Sire.”
He withdrew from my pussy suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my anus, slick with my own juices.
“Remember this,” he said, his voice tight with control. “When you’re at the Academy, when your Guardian takes you, remember who you truly belong to.”
He pushed forward slowly, inexorably, breaching the tight ring of muscle. The burning stretch was terribly intense, a pain that made my empty pussy pulse with need. I screamed, my body instinctively trying to escape the invasion.
“Be still,” Prince Hendren commanded, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force.
I forced myself to relax, to accept him as he pressed deeper. Tears streamed down my face, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he seated himself fully inside me. “So tight. So perfect.”
He began to move, each thrust sending conflicting signals through my nervous system. The governor allowed just enough sensation to make me aware of every movement, every subtle shift, without granting the release my body craved.
“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please turn it up.”
“Turn what up, Viola?” His voice was cruelly playful as he continued his relentless invasion of my most private passage. “Be specific about what you need.”
“The governor,” I sobbed, shame washing through me even as I pleaded. “Please let me feel… let me feel more.”
“More what?” His pace increased, each thrust sending thrills of sensation that hovered tantalizingly at the edge of pleasure without crossing over.
“More pleasure,” I whispered, the words torn from somewhere deep inside me. “Please, Sire.”
His laugh was dark and satisfied. “So the former president of Artemisia is begging for pleasure while being sodomized. How delightfully appropriate.”
He reached around to press the controller, and suddenly every nerve ending in my sex blazed to life. The emptiness in my pussy became an aching void even as my anus stretched around his thick shaft. I cried out, my body jerking against the restraints as pleasure surged through me, transforming the burning impalement into something unbearably exquisite.