Too soft for me to deserve.
I slid my cane up between her legs, pressing it along her swollen cunt.
She groaned, trying to move her hips back and forth, her tits bouncing, pulling on the healing cross. “Such a good little doll,” I hummed. “Good little dolls deserve to be rewarded.”
She leaned her head back the second I shifted my cane, giving her the slight relief she craved.
I moved it back and forth, rubbing it along her slit, watching as she panted, seeing the slight outline of her muscles when she inhaled all the way before releasing. She hadn’t realized it at the time, but her almost obsessive stretching over the years had toned her well. Doing them every single day for her entire life along with the diet they had her on, it would have been almost impossible not to build some muscles. Her body wouldn’t betray her during her training.
Her eyes began to roll back, and I pulled the cane back, watching her body go slack before I held the cane up to the light. It was glistening.
I twisted it back and forth, admiring what I did to her. “I know what you need,” I finally hummed, finding her eyes.
I turned away from her and set my cane down, exchanging it for a small black vibrator. She had never felt one until yesterday, and I knew she wanted more. I had found her this morning searching for those panties, her cheeks going red when I had caught her red handed. Sore and in pain, and all she had sought was the high I had given her.
So, I would give it to her. Relentlessly. I would bring her to the edge over and over again, make her writhe and beg and cry for more. Torture her until she begged me to stop and then keep going. She was my wife after all, and I wanted to serve her like any good husband would.
I stepped up to her again and slid the device across her dripping lips, coating it completely before sliding it into her just enough to keep her on edge.
I pressed the button, and her entire body jerked, strangled moans falling from her lips, her head hitting the wall, her eyes rolling. She groaned, sliding her hips against it the best she could.
I could feel her arousal dripping down my hand, and I pushed the vibrator in a little more, feeling the edge of her warm pussy graze my fingers.
Fuck, I loved the way she felt. Every inch of her skin was soft and warm. The more I touched her, the more I wanted to touch her. There was even a moment today, when Pastor Julias had a guest on stage, she had brushed her hand along mine on my lap, and it had caused my cock to throb. I had half a mind to shove it down my pants and feel that hand of hers wrap around my cock.
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“You don’t deserve anythingkindAzrael. Nothing. You deserve only pain. So, that’s what you will be given until you decide that those tendencies of yours are nothing more than twisted delusions.”
I kept my eyes forward, looking past her to the giant wooden cross they had nailed to the stone wall behind her.
It was easily 12 feet tall and 10 feet wide. It was illuminated by bright white lights, and above it hung a thorn covered crown dripping with blood.
I wondered how long Alaric had to wear it before they finally took it off of him.
“No response?” Lady Elise asked, lifting her chin.
My eyes flicked to hers as I knelt in the glass they had shattered just for me. “Tick tock goes the clock, your god is not mine. Tick tock goes the clock, the Devil comes alive. Tick tockgoes the clock, your time of rule will come, and I will deliver your reckoning, my blood is my seal.”
Her face pinched tightly in clear hatred, but I couldn’t stop.
“Tick tock goes the clock,” I went on.
She gave a nod.
“Tick tock goes the clo—”
The whip cut through my clothes.
I grunted, breathing through my teeth. “The blood will always spread.”
Another lashing.
“Tick tock goes the clock—”
Another lashing.
“The time of god is dead.”
