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And the worst part?
He was right. I was going to come.
I almost preferred the spanking right now.Almost.
His fingers picked up their pace, rubbing and caressing my clit until my orgasm was barreling toward me at full speed. The tension inside of me grew tighter and tighter, coiling like a spring. I saw my climax coming before it hit and I cried out, trying to do anything, trying to think of anything or anyone to stop it, but his fingers moved again and again and then all was lost.
I came and I camehard.
My whole body tensed as the waves of pleasure washed over me, my hips bucking and grinding against his hand. A moan escaped my lips as the intensity of my climax hit me full force, my pussy throbbing and clenching around nothing. His fingers never stopped moving, dragging every ounce of pleasure from my body that he could.
Wave after wave of exquisite bliss burned through me. My toes curled and my fingers gripped at the throne beneath me, so tight that my knuckles turned white. My body rolled, arching and squirming and pressing my needy bundle of nerves against the flats of his fingers despite everything I tried to do to stop myself.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my vision turning white as pure, raw passion surged through my veins, setting every nerve on fire. All too soon, the pleasure began to fade, and I was left panting and gasping for breath, my heart racing as I lay there over his knee.
When my orgasm finally subsided, the Dark King stopped his movements. I sagged against his leg, utterly spent, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.
That had been one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced, and the worst part was that it hadn’t been because of some lover, but instead it had been the Dark King who had forced it upon me.
It had been a punishment.
A punishment I had deeply enjoyed.
Fuck.
My mind was spinning, the shame and the horror of what had happened settling in. My body quaked with aftershocks, strong frissons of pleasure that were almost as intense as the initialorgasm itself, and I whimpered out loud. He had forced me to come, and it had felt so fucking good. I hated that with every fiber of my being.
Without missing a beat, his hand settled on my bare ass again. My blood was still pumping through my veins, my skin feverish, but I knew that things weren’t over between us, that there was still the rest of my punishment to contend with, and my clit pulsed again.
“Now that we’ve dealt with that needy pussy, I’m going to finish the punishment I had planned for you, little thief,” he declared, and I stiffened against him.
How much worse could it possibly get?
His palm descended on my poor backside, the first blow harder than any that had come before.
Free from the confines of my arousal, I felt every slap more than ever. Each time his hand connected with my bare bottom, a fresh wave of sharp heat spread through the already tender skin, and the pain intensified. It felt like my ass had been set on fire, the sting piercing and fresh with every spank.
I cried out before I could stop myself.
I slammed my lips shut, telling myself I would take this gracefully, that although I’d already come all over his fingers, this was just a childish punishment, and I was a grown woman that wouldn’t cry when she got her bare bottom spanked by a big strong man.
Then he kept going and my whole body stiffened. He was relentless, his hand falling again and again. The spanking only got harder from there, and my resolve only lasted a few moresmacks. After that, I was whimpering and crying out, but I told myself I wouldn’t beg.
Oh, gods. It hurt so much.
The Dark King was far stronger than I was, and his hand was like iron as he pinned me in place. His palm connected with my bare backside again and again, and I couldn’t help but struggle. I kicked my legs and wiggled and fought, but nothing I did slowed his relentless punishment. My ass was on fire, the pain burning hot and stinging with each spank.
Then my clit throbbed again, springing to life as though it yearned for him to touch it again.
I hated it.
I hated that I was getting turned on by this.
I hated that he was the one making me feel this way.
I hated him.
My eyes watered and I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep my composure, but it soon spiraled away when he started smacking the backs of my thighs. I quickly discovered that those stung even more than the rest.
