Page 18 of Claimed and Shamed

“Say you’ll never let another Elite touch you.” My hand is raised to deal another blow, but her legs are trembling, so I give her some time to answer.

“I’ll never let another Elite touch me, ever again! I promise!” She’s shaking her head and I know she’s had enough. Maybe of the pain, but I’m not quite done with the cane.

“After an evening of defiance, you are being obedient now. Maybe you should have thought of that before agreeing to play whatever little game you just won at Zeta Tau, huh?”

She doesn’t respond, but I decide to be a little nice. “I suppose I can reward you, since you are being a good girl now. Spread your legs.”

I watch as she shakily spreads her legs and I am granted the gorgeous sight of her pussy, slick with wetness. I know she liked it.

“Looks like you liked your punishment more than you were supposed to.”

I grab the curved end of the cane and run it along her slit, coating it with her pussy juice before I insert it into her. Stephanie gasps in surprise at the cane entering her, but quickly her moans fill the air as I work it inside her, moving it in and out.

“Please Hudson…I want you inside me!”

“Fuck princess, you’re such a good little slut.” My cock is throbbing and now it’s me who can’t take anymore. Not being inside her is torture so I whip out my hard dick as quickly as I can and bury it deep within her.

A low guttural moan from Stephanie and I almost bust right then. Being inside her is the perfect feeling. She’s tight and warm, her walls hugging my cock with no thought of letting go until I’m spent. It’s exactly where I belong.

I pump into her wildly, screwing her slowly and steadily. Her prep was the cane.

I see Stephanie’s hands grip the bed sheets and her moans are muffled by the pile of sheets she’s buried her face in. Normally I would make her move them, so I could hear her moans loud and clear, but this time? There’s something sexy about how she can’t seem to help herself. Everything is raw and impulsive.

I’m thrusting into her like an animal, gripping her hips tightly as the smack of our skin making contact fills my ears. I reach down and grab a fistful of her wet hair, raising her head from the sheets. I use my grip to deepen my stroke.

Stephanie’s moans are so loud, I know everyone in the dorm can hear her calling my name loudly, begging for more.

“Oh God!” I know she’s close and so am I. Besides, this position always hits her G-spot perfectly. I slam myself into it repeatedly and I watch her spasm, arms flailing, trying to grab onto anything and everything she can get her hands on. My arm in her hair, my hips behind her, the sheets below her. She’s a frantic mess and I adore it.

I know it’s irresponsible but I don’t give two shits about it, and I release myself inside her, growls ripping from my chest. I pull out halfway through and let the rest drip down her freshly bruised ass cheeks and thighs.

Seeing the red and purple bruising forming along with my cum glazing them over is the most beautiful sight I’ve seen in a long time. I release her hair and she slumps forward onto the bed, clearly exhausted. She looks as if she might pass out at any moment. Her eyes are glazed over in euphoria and I smile.

I walk over to the bathroom and wet a rag. I use it to clean the cum off her ass and thighs carefully, trying not to cause any more pain. The bruises are starting to look angry and I hear her wince as the rag passes over each welt. I know it’s probably a little too rough on her skin, but I make it quick.

How did we get here? I continue to ask myself that question every time we end up in bed together. She used to be such an annoying little brat, but now she's alluring, and I can't get enough of her.

I remember when I first told her about my passion for MMA fighting.

***

“If you don’t want to be in politics like your family, what do you want to do?” Stephanie asked me one day while we were just lounging after a few hours of sex. We both had free periods and didn’t feel like doing anything. Usually we would just go our separate ways, but I think we were both just too exhausted to do anything at that moment.

“MMA,” I said bluntly.

“Woah, seriously?” She sat up, her eyes wide and I could see the interest on her face.

“Yeah, I have underground fights all the time.” No one had ever expressed interest in my passion before, not even Sawyer. It threw me off guard.

“Oh my gosh! That’s so cool! Can I come to one?”

I stared at her in disbelief. Was she really that excited? I couldn’t tell if she was being serious.

“Um, sure.”

“Does anyone else come? Like Sawyer?”

“Nah, he doesn’t approve. He thinks I should listen to my parents.”