Page 14 of The Shadow Sanctum

I let go of her hair to weave my hand around her waist. Stepping back, I guide her with me so her back arches and her ass sticks out.

The crop rests abandoned where Luna stood, and I scoop it up before rolling my shoulders. My anger vanished at the sound of Luna’s voice, but I speak in a harsh tone anyway. This isn’t a game, but … I do know how to play.

“You’ve been a vicious little slut, haven’t you?”

Her feet shuffle before she nods. “Yes.”

"Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” she squeaks out, muscles melting as the ice thaws.

I slap the crop across her ass and watch as she jumps, her shoulders jutting with a gasp. Much harder than I’d normally spank.

“Tell me everything you’ve done.” I slam the crop down on her tailbone. Another jump. Another gasp.

I expect something simple. Something relevant—I lied to you, I hit you.

Instead: “I fucked the new initiate.”

I go perfectly still, crop half raised. My mind freezes for a couple seconds, but of course, it’s impossible. Angel would never betray Liberty…

Oh.

She wants me angry.

“What?!” Before she can respond, I slap her ass, her thigh, then her ass again. “You nasty little whore.”

“I loved it,” she yelps out past a familiar strike to her kindle. A red welt forms in the shape of the crop. “He’s so much better than you.”

Slap.

“Handsomer than you.”

Thud.

“Bigger than you.”

I belt out a cruel laugh while whipping at the heel she’s lifted to rub away the sting at her thigh. She yelps and stretches on her toes. “Now I know you’re lying.”

“Fuck you.” Her voice trembles the slightest bit, but I’m not naive enough to think it’s from pain.

I flip the crop over so the leather loop is pressed against my wrist when I step up to Luna. She spreads her legs when I kick at her feet, but I don’t imagine she sees it coming when the riding crop's roped handle spears her pussy. She shrieks, her hands wrapping around the pole, hugging her to it.

“Is this big enough for you?”

“No.” She shakes her head, breaths stuttering.

My hand presses to her lower back while I slide the crop’s handle in and out of her, its rough edges making her whimper. “That’s because his cum is soaking your cunt. Maybe you aren’t a liar, after all. Maybe you did love it.” When she doesn’t answer, I jerk the crop inside of her, so deep I no doubt hit her cervix. “How about this, Luna? Is this enough?"

A cry that shatters halfway out her mouth. For once, if I looked at her eyes, I might see tears.

“No.”

The tightness of my jaw loosens for a fraction of a second. I wish I didn’t believe her. “No, what?”

“No, sir.”

“Well, too bad.” I pull the handle from her pussy and take a step back. “You don’t get to come unless it’s from my cock.”