“Mmm. That’s the idea.”
“Take it out of me! I have to—”
She reached for the root, but he grabbed her wrists and held them, then pushed them down to her sides.
“Forearms pressed to the sand until your punishment’s over.”
“I can’t!” she cried.
“Shall I fuck you instead as punishment?”
His huge cock thrusting in and out without mercy? Unimaginable at the moment.
“No,” Giss said, her voice faltering.
His palm cracked against one cheek and then the other. She clenched because she couldn’t help it. Waves of fresh stinging pain coursed through her from her bottom to her pussy. She wailed in agony.
Larsinc, the brute, was apparently unmoved. His hand came down against her soft ass in a series of punishing thumps. The ginger moved inside her, spreading the accursed juice until her inner passage was on fire, too.
Her screams became uncontrollable as the intensity of the pain sharpened to slices.
When the root finally slipped from her ring, a pair of fingers replaced it. Their rough twisting motion was actually a relief as they massaged away the dreaded ginger juice. She collapsed onto the warm sand, but didn’t squirm or try to escape. His strong fingers remained buried inside her, stretching and toying with her.
As the pain faded, she was left with a realization that she’d fully accepted his continued taboo penetration of her. She was sure her face burned almost as brightly as her ass.
Her voice was barely audible. “I’ve learned my lesson. You can stop now.”
The invading fingers partially withdrew and then surged forward again. Her hips twisted, but not from pain.
“Linc,” she groaned, burying her face in the cushion.
“Mmm. My wild and sweet little slave. Are you enjoying this?” The flat of his tongue licked her tortured ass, making her writhe on his fingers.
Gasps mixed with groans.
“That’s it.” His free hand cupped her hot bottom possessively. “You want to make up for being bad, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she said, tears spilling even as she pumped her hips.
Bending over her, he kissed her cheek, tasting the salt of her pain and guilt. His whiskers caressed her face. It felt inexplicably good to be under his control.
“All right,” he said in a husky voice, the thick muscles of his chest resting against her back, almost soothing as his rigid cock jutted against thigh. “When you’re good, you’ll be rewarded. When you’re bad, you’ll be punished. But no matter what you do, I’ll always protect you from real harm.”
His fingers withdrew, and to her horror, she almost begged him to put them back. He turned her over and held her against him.
Kissing his chest even as the tears continued, she held him tighter.
“I need something more from you. Get on your knees, little slave.”
She shuddered, but didn’t resist being pulled into position as he stood. His hand rested on her shoulders as her lips parted to take the head of his cock in her mouth. She licked the smooth cap and swallowed the drop of fluid, which tasted salty and delicious. She loved the feel of him in her mouth.
She raised her gaze to find he’d tipped his head back. His chest expanded with breath. She loved that he was so moved by just the stroke of her tongue. She sucked slowly as her palms rested on his ridged belly and then slid lower. She squeezed the sac that hung heavy beneath his cock.
He exhaled and took a step back, coming free of her mouth and her grip. He watched her as he took hold of his cock and pumped it up and down.
“Lie on the sand and spread your legs.”
She flushed, wanting to do exactly that. If she did though there would be no going back. Ever. “I shouldn’t,” she whispered. She moved forward on her knees, reaching for him. “Let me use my tongue.”
