There was nothing to forgive. She deserved this!
I struck hard, forcing myself to stay ruthless.
“Ten!” she screeched.
My ears rang with her pain.
I gave up trying to control my emotions and surrendered.
The sooner I delivered her penance, the sooner I could undo the wrong I’d done.
Gritting my teeth, I picked up my pace. Delivering blow after blow, quicker and quicker.
“Eleven,” Nila sobbed.
“Twelve.”
“Thirteen.” Her voice broke and a glistening tear slicked down her cheek.
It cleaved my fucking heart.
“Fourteen!”
Sweat poured down my face as I hit again and again. My breathing matched hers. I’d never been so turned on in all my life or so fucking disgusted.
It made me face things I’d hidden deep, deep inside. It drew ghosts and terrors all into confrontation. I needed to run. Before I lost myself.
But I couldn’t leave. I knew in my heart, I wouldn’t be able to walk away from this without fucking her. There was nothing on this earth that would stop me from taking her the moment I’d finished the last lash. I didn’t care I wasn’t supposed to touch her until the Third Debt.
I don’t fucking care.
Everything was on the line. Everything that before had been enough to keep me subservient and in my father’s pocket, now wasn’t.
I’d been obedient. Loyal. Done everything he ever asked of me.
But that was before I found something I wanted more than what my future held.
My cock rippled with pre-cum as I struck.
“Fifteen!”
Nila was mine.
I wanted her.
I’d take her.
I grunted as I swung again, throwing my body weight into thestrike.
“Sixteen.” She shifted, pressing her forehead against the post. Her hair stuck to the blood oozing on her shoulders. She gasped, dragging in air as if she drowned.
“Seventeen!” she screamed as I drew forth more crimson agony. Her abused, glowing skin split, sprinkling rusty droplets down her ribcage.
My eyes glazed; I stumbled closer.
I’m sorry.
You’re not sorry.
