Heated pulses surge through my core even as the sting pelting my cheeks intensifies, even as I struggle to breathe through the searing blows. My clit starts throbbing and I’m certain my pussy must be soaked by now. Draped over his knee with my thighs parted wide, I know he has an unhindered view of my nether parts.
He pauses to caress my bottom, and I pray he’s done. I pray it’s almost over, even though I dread the whipping to come. Five lashes. He plans to give me five lashes. How badly will it hurt?
“I’m your mate, Ellie, your master,” he says as he continues rubbing my ass. “You must never, ever keep secrets from me. You must never plan to deceive me. I won’t tolerate lies or lies by omission. I won’t tolerate disobedience. Do you understand, little female?”
“Yes,” I reply, my voice cracking. “Yes, I understand.” Again, I push thoughts of Nathan’s texts out of my mind, telling myself it’s a problem for another day.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to beg Tornn not to follow through with the whipping, but I stop myself as a wave of surrender crashes over me. I know it’s going to hurt, but I want to accept the remainder of my punishment.
I’m desperate to assuage the lingering remnants of guilt, and I also long to be back in Tornn’s good graces. I crave his forgiveness beyond all reason, and I’m almost eager for the first searing lash of the strap across my bottom cheeks.
Tornn lifts me off his lap and stands behind me as he guides me into position over the bed. My ass is throbbing and I long to reach back and rub out the sting, but I don’t dare. Not when he’s watching. Not when he’s about to wield the strap.
He grasps my wrists and pulls my arms out in front of me, then retrieves a soft black binding from his pocket and ties the fabric around my wrists. My heart beats faster and my stomach dips. He hasn’t picked the strap up yet, and it’s in my line of vision. I can’t stop looking at it.
Waves of heat roll off Tornn’s huge, muscular body as he leans over me, brushing my hair from my face, not allowing me to hide from him. He checks the binding on my wrists again as his breath dances over my earlobe.
“I want to make sure you don’t reach back to shield your bottom, little female. I don’t want your hands getting hurt.” His voice is gentle, almost… caring. It brings tears to my eyes because this is the final part of my punishment, and absolution hovers just within reach.
As he goes for the strap, I casually test the bindings. They’re secure but not uncomfortably tight. I can’t escape them, but they’re not cutting off my circulation. Warmth fills me as I realize the care he’d taken while binding my wrists, and I’m reminded that while he’s a demanding male who expects my obedience, he hasn’t yet treated me with cruelty. I pray he never does.
A shiver rushes down my back as he trails the strap over my bottom cheeks. I whimper and tense, expecting the first lash to fall at any moment. But he continues trailing the implement over my flesh for some time, content to draw out my punishment. Or maybe he’s giving me a chance to catch my breath after the spanking.
At some point as he trails the strap over my flesh, my anticipation starts to build anew. I’m nervous about the five lashes I have coming, but my yearning for absolution is so intense, I almost lift my bottom in invitation of the first strike.
The aching in my core becomes stronger as he continues teasing me with the strap. When he nudges my thighs wider apart and runs a digit through my wetness, I quiver and my center jolts backward. Ignoring my pulsing clit, he inserts two fingers into my pussy, driving in and out, building a delicious rhythm that has me releasing a needy moan. My face flames as I undulate my hips in tune with his ministrations.
“I should be whipping you right now, little female,” he says in a deeper than usual voice, “but I cannot resist touching your swollen, pink parts. After your punishment is over, I expect you to reach back and pull your center apart for me. I expect you to spread your slick pussy wide for my claiming.”
His crass words cause little quivers to assail me, and though I should be outraged by his intention to pound me after he punishes me, it feels like a part of my penance. And I welcome it. I want it. I’m fucking aching for it even as my nervousness over the pain of the whipping escalates with each passing second.
I swallow hard when he abruptly withdraws his fingers from my core and steps back. It’s time. He’s about to bring the strap down across my already stinging ass cheeks.
There’s a sudden whoosh and a crack followed by a shocking lash of pain. I cry out and pull against the bindings. I even try to push myself up, but I can’t manage the movement because my toes barely reach the floor. Before I can suck in my next breath, he brings the strap down again.
“Please have mercy,” I find myself saying through my tears, which are all at once flowing down my face. “Please not so hard.”
He runs a hand lightly over my bottom, as though admiring his handiwork. A deep rumbling growl issues from his throat. He steps closer and presses his erections against my buttocks, allowing me to feel his immense bulge through his pants. He’s rock hard and I easily detect the rapid vibration of his balls.
“Your sweet begging won’t stay my hand, little female, but it will make my cocks fully erect, and it will make me ravenous to pound you.” He thrusts his center forward a few times, undulating his huge bulge against my sore bottom.
A mournful cry escapes my lips when he steps away a few seconds later, taking the wondrous vibrations with him.
Another whoosh and I clench my cheeks as the strap cracks across my tenderized flesh. Three. I’ve endured three lashes thus far. I sniffle and whimper as I await the final two.
“Please please please,” I murmur through my tears, even though I know further begging is futile. Even though I know he revels in my desperate pleas. I try not to think about the dark part of him that savors my agony as he chastises me, the part of him that likes hearing me beg for mercy he has no intention of granting.
“I will always give you what you need, sweet human,” he says, once again trailing the strap over my flesh. “Right now, you need absolution. You need pain and you need tears, and you also need my cocks deep inside you, pounding you, filling you up and reminding you that youfluxxingbelong to me. Lastly, you need to feel my seed trickling out of your sore, well-fucked pussy.”
Before I can finish processing his words, he administers the final two blows, bringing the strap down on my stinging buttocks as I writhe on the bed in a pointless attempt to avoid the lashing. A scream catches in my throat and more tears roll down my face.
My bottom is on fire, but despite the sting, I’m filled with relief. Because it’s over and I survived and I’ll never, ever disobey (or make plans to disobey) my mate again. That’s what I tell myself, anyway.
Fuck fuck fuck. The texting program on my tablet. I must delete it and pretend the strained conversations with Nathan never happened. I must cut all ties with my former fiancé and pray whatever plot he’s involved in never comes to fruition.
I hear a thud on the bed and blink my eyes open to find Tornn has tossed the strap near the pillows. I shudder as he caresses a gentle hand over my flaming backside, and when his finger goes in a straight line across my left cheek, I whimper as I realize he’s tracing a welt.
“Remember what comes next, little female.” His hand leaves my ass, and he leans over me to quickly unfasten the fabric binding my wrists. Then he steps away, and I feel his gaze searing into me as he awaits my final surrender.
