Page 34 of His Incubus Husband

“I want to hear you.”

“I won’t hide my pain, Sir Oswald.”

“Good.”

The swoosh and smack were so satisfying to hear. Valentino flinched and yelped as the crop landed across his ass cheeks. He grabbed the bedding. The next hit was harder, and Valentino cried out.

“Does it hurt?”

He swung the crop again.

“Yes!” the demon hissed. His voice was laced with both pain and joy.

Was it even a punishment if the creature loved it?

Oswald hit the pale, virginal ass and smooth thighs twenty times, working systematically, covering the skin with angry red marks from the riding crop.

Valentino was shivering, his cheeks were stained with tears, and he moaned on every breath.

“Take off your panties.”

Hands trembling, Valentino pulled his panties down, over the raw, reddened skin of his ass and thighs, and stepped out of them. He left the garters and stockings in place.

“Kneel on the bed and spread your legs. Lower. Like that.”

Valentino rested in an almost frog-like position on the edge of the mattress, his crease exposed. His hole was glistening with slick—of course it was. Oswald was hard and throbbing in his pants from delivering the punishment, and the creature must have felt it.

Oswald stood by Valentino’s side, angling his arm for the best impact. He counted out loud. He hit Valentino’s crease ten times, the tip of the crop landing on Valentino’s wet hole.

Valentino shrieked with each blow. His slick splattered around.

On the eleventh smack, his tiny pucker convulsed, expelling three jets of slick. The clear liquid splattered on the floor.

The demon squirted from his ass as he came untouched.

He wept into the bedding, rocking back and forth.

Oswald stared at those glowing lines that adorned Valentino’s pert ass and crease. His rim was swollen.

Oswald took his cock out and began stroking himself, aiming across Valentino’s ass cheeks, where the skin was the angriest shade of red. Valentino was still sobbing softly when Oswald came. He smeared his cum all over Valentino’s sore behind but avoided his leaking pucker.

“Don’t you want to fuck me?” Valentino whispered between whimpers. “Please. I’m innocent again. Just for you. Please, fuck me.”

“No.”

“Please, my alpha. I need you to take me. Please.”

“No. Your punishment is not over.”

Valentino let out an anguished wail but didn’t say anything else.

Later, as Oswald was falling asleep, the creature lay between his spread legs, with his face on Oswald’s thigh, breathing in the scent from Oswald’s dick and balls. When Oswald woke up the next morning, Valentino already had his mouth on his morning erection. He sucked vigorously then let go.

“Will you fuck me, please?”

“No. Suck me off, and don’t touch yourself.”

The thing was, Oswald knew Valentino could make him do whatever he wanted very easily.