“Please,” I cry out as he gently rubs around the sides of my button, all while continuing to lightly spank me. The cracking sound of each smack far exceeds the pain delivered. “I beg you, sir. No more.”
“Oh, princess,” he says roughly. “I’ve only just begun.” My bottom is burning now, and so is my button. He’s been avoiding direct contact with it, but the mistresses can’t tell.
He drives back into me—hard. “I despise you,” he says. “And now that I’ve stolen your maidenhood, I plan to make you pay for insulting my family.”
I catch a glimpse of his face.
As our gazes meet in the looking glass, his eyes soften, but then he closes them, and his face moves out of range of the mirror.
“Please,” I say. “Please take mercy on me.”
“Your quivering body and whimpers are but fuel for me.” He thrusts hard, then holds himself still for a moment. “Your cries are feeding my lust to drill you so hard you may never walk again.”
Tynan starts to rhythmically pump like those electrical machines I saw fucking that woman in Lucian’s club. He plunges into me over and over and over. At times he speeds up, at others he slows down, and I suspect he’s trying to prolong this act, so that the mistresses will believe I’ve suffered enough. Or perhaps so we can stay together for longer.
He rises onto his toes. His stones start slapping me again, but this angle isn’t nearly as brutal as I expect it appears. Tynan has taken me more deeply before and with greater force. And I love how he’s protecting me, all while satisfying the mistresses thirst for cruelty.
“I love the sound when my stones smash against you.” He presses in deep. “Do you know why I love that sound princess?” He drives in again and I shake my head. “I love it because that slap tells me my rod is hitting your womb. It tells me I’m causing you pain.”
My body squeezes and ripples around him, but I watch my face in the mirror, making sure the ecstasy showing there could be interpreted as agony, and that my cries of pleasure can be interpreted as pain.
“I’m going to drive straight through you, princess. I’m going to make sure this hurts not only tonight, but that you’ll be in agony when you’re fucked on the altar tomorrow. I’ll take you so hardthat you’ll feel the memory of my rod every time you’re fucked in the future.”
Hand pressed against my upper back, Tynan begins thrusting again, but he’s being more careful now. Wet smacking and sucking sounds ring out, even when he doesn’t drive so deeply.
Another climax rises, but I fight against it. And I writhe against him, too, as if I think I have a chance to escape. Over and over, I beg him for mercy, I beg him to stop, and he keeps telling me how much he wants me to suffer, and how much he’s enjoying my pain as he fucks my tight hole.
I’m weeping now. Not from the pain, but from the pleasure of having Tynan inside me again. Tears of joy at our reunion. Tears of gratitude for how he rescued my brothers and is rescuing me from lashings tomorrow. But mostly I weep in hope for our future. How I hope our future might look, should we all survive the tribunal tomorrow.
I don’t understand Saxon’s plan, or why the dragons joined him, but I do trust that he has one.
Another climax strikes. Tynan speeds up his drives as I contract around him, and I scream through my pleasure, crying out as if I’m in agony. In some ways I am. He covers my mouth, forcing me to swallow my sounds.
He pulls out abruptly, and his hot seed paints my back, reaching all the way up to my hair.
He promised the mistresses that he’d ruin me, and perhaps he already has. Every part of me is shaking and vibrating. Even if I weren’t tied down, I’m not sure I could move.
Tynan backs away from me and then slaps my ass with a hard crack that increases the vibrations in my body.
“Now that the deflowering ritual is complete,” he says gruffly, “I will take this ruined princess to my room. And as soon as my cock is ready, I will fuck her again, even harder this time. While she’s still raw. I plan to make her scream all night. I’ll make certain she’s torn up inside to maximize the impact of her ceremony tomorrow.”
Tynan’s tone sends a chill racing through me, but I know he’s just trying to get me out of this room.
“Until her wedding, this bride must be chaperoned,” the Head Mistress tells Tynan. “You may remain in this room, until your rod is prepared to penetrate her again. The other wives can help get you ready. Or, if you prefer, we have tools you can use to drill her holes.”
“No tools will be necessary.” He thrusts his fingers inside my cunt, then bends over me. “I’ll stay as long as I can,” he whispers so softly I can barely hear. “They’ll take you to that altar over my dead body.”
Gratitude floods me again, then my entire body is consumed by the pleasure of his fingers, thrusting and twisting inside me.
As his fingers continue to fuck me, he utters more threats and insults. His cruel words clearly please my captors, and I’m shocked to discover that they also heighten the slick between my legs.
I seem to enjoy Tynan’s cruel words as much as I’ve always enjoyed his praise.
Tynan tells me he can continue all night—alternating between his cock and his hand—and at this point I hope that he can.
CHAPTER 65
Zogar
