Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“No?” I squeak the response. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said the stuff about you getting everyone eaten. It’s really hard to stop everyone getting eaten sometimes, especially when you’re trying to do a fire and blood ritual.”
“You can’t help it. Even when you’re trying to be good and nice, you sound like a snarky little brat. It’s like every word out of your mouth is begging for being ruthlessly dominated.”
“Well…”
The world spins. He’s gripped me, tripped me, and he has me pinned on my back in the dirt. I could call for help right now, but I don’t. I stay where I am, underneath the dark, brooding jarl. I meet his eyes and feel a spark of connection between us. I wouldn’t have said I had anything in common with a merciless barbarian chief, but goddammit, sometimes it feels like the same heart beats inside us.
“You want me to make you feel small again? You want me to remind you how small and soft you are? I can do that.” His thigh spreads mine, and I feel the muscular ridge of his leg pressing against my pussy. Sometimes a little pressure and friction is more erotic than a whole actual romance.
“You want me to remind you that you follow me because I say you do? That there’s no way you’ll ever be in command because I am going to keep you soft, and small, and submissive? I’m going to use you as a sheath for my cock,” he tells me. “I’m going to show you what you’re for, and you’re going to remember where you stand.”
He pulls at my pants, getting them down my thighs and then off one leg.
He is rock fucking hard, and he pulls me down on it in one rough thrust. The only foreplay I got was being thrown around, and though I get wet as hell with his proximity, my pussy still struggles to take him when he thrusts himself deep inside me.
“Shhh,” he growls as I whine in pain. “This is what you get for being a naughty, mouthy girl. You get fucked nice and hard.”
He ruts me like an animal, fucking me hard and fast, pounding my pussy with so much intensity I cry out and have to be silenced with his kisses.
“I know it hurts,” he snarls at me as he pounds me deep and hard, my pussy getting wetter with every punishing thrust. “It’s supposed to. I am going to make this little cunt of yours remember what your mind refuses to: I am the fucking monster you fear, and for good reason.”
Just like that, I am absolutely fucking soaked.
He chuckles darkly as he feels me engulf his cock with my juices.
“You love this,” he says. “You can’t even be effectively punished because you enjoy it too much.”
A few seconds after those words leave his lips, I am coming on his cock. I can’t help myself. I come, and he fucks me through it, because my orgasm doesn’t signal the end of this session.
“Now you’ve come once, that little cunt is going to get sensitive,” he says, still thrusting. “So it’s going to ache with every stroke it takes, isn’t it?”
I am still soaked, but yes, I am sensitive, and every stroke I get feels a little like being punished. Drako has incredible self control. He fucks me for a good fifteen minutes like this, just using my pussy, forcing me to come, and fucking me through it. I shudder and grind my way through three separate climaxes before I start to whimper.
“Oh, the punishment is just getting started,” he says. “You were a brat, and I don’t tolerate being baited. If you want a reaction, you will get one, though, and it will hurt.”
He pulls out of my pussy, spreads my legs, and kneels above me, spanking my pussy with the flat of his hand.
“I’m sorry!” I gasp.
“I know,” he grins down at me, slapping my lips with his fingers again and again. “I can see how swollen and red this pussy is. That’s generally a good indication of how sorry you are. But it’s not going to change the punishment.”
“But…”
“Do you want your pussy spanked? Or your ass fucked?”
“Pussy spanked,” I say quickly.
“One day, I will have your ass. But today, that little cunt is going to be sore for me,” he says, spanking faster and harder, until I yowl in pain.
“Keep your legs open,” he insists, pressing them back open when I try to pull them closed. He aims several swats at my clit, then focuses lower down on my entrance. I writhe about and try to close my legs several times, but Drako has no intention of allowing me to get away with that. He patiently and firmly spreads my legs again and again, spanking me until my pussy is swollen and tender…