Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“You’re going to remember this next time you think about acting like a spoiled little girl,” he growls. “Because you’re not. You’re a woman, and you will be punished like one.”
He whips his fingers against my pussy over and over again, making my lips very sore and swollen. Without warning, he grabs me by the back of my neck and surges inside me, his cock splitting my pussy open in one rough stroke.
“Keep yourself open,” he growls at me, pushing his thumb back inside my ass, using the grip to rock me back against him as he fucks my spanked little hole. This is as perverse as he has ever been with me, but I know I deserve it. I am not a well-behaved wife. I am a rebellious little brat, and I have pushed him to the point of having to do this.
He fucks my pussy roughly and harshly for a few minutes, ensuring that I feel the effects of the spanking punishment. But that is not his end goal, and we both know it.
Arthur’s thumb leaves my ass, and his cock leaves my pussy. A moment later, I yowl as his cock spears inside me, not taking the course nature intended, but instead performing an act of perversion that makes me feel his rampant displeasure.
“You could have been a good girl. You could have enjoyed a sweet session of lovemaking, but instead you wanted to test me. You wanted to see what would happen if you disobeyed me. Now you know. Your tight little ass is going to be fucked and filled with my cum. I am going to breed this naughty hole of yours.”
This is intense. He is so big, so powerful. I feel the weight of his experience and his past being brought to bear on me.
He fucks me with powerful strokes, lubing me every now and then so he can fuck me harder and deeper. He is taking care of me, even in the midst of this brutal anal punishment that leaves me splayed beneath him, begging for his mercy.
Arthur
Her ass is tight and hot. There’s a small part of me that is enjoying this. It has been a long time since I was able to entertain this part of me, to give the beast free rein. I would never hurt her, but she deserves more than a little pain for daring to engage in illicit behavior. My wife will obey me. I will have it no other way.
New Boston is a large city. Too large to ever really be under control unless every citizen submits to the control. My garrison numbers in the thousands, but this city is home to millions. The policing agents of the Artifice are also a small percentage of available authority. And yet we maintain order. Ruthlessly. Completely.
I face rebellion every day in my job. I know how to crush it.
My bride’s tight little ass is wrapped so satisfyingly around my cock. Her reddened cheeks could take a lot more punishment if I decided that was appropriate. But that’s not the part of her anatomy I want to pay the price.
I spin her on my dick, turning her onto her back. I keep fucking her, but now I have access to her pussy and her breasts. And that is where the most innocuous objects in my punishment arsenal come into their own. I have a very short, small crop with a split leather tongue and I set that tool to work on her pussy, her outer lips covered in that blonde down quickly becoming more swollen and even more wet under the rapid disciplinary action of that slapping leather tongue.
She squirms, her ass clenching on my cock, her pretty face contorting with pain and regret as she comes to understand that I can turn her arousal into a weapon against her. I can see her sex responding to this swift, stinging punishment, flowering, begging for cock it will not receive.
“Do not disobey me,” I growl down at her, holding her desperate gaze as her hips alternately arch and wriggle. “When I tell you something is banned, from your perspective, it may as well no longer exist in this world, do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be good.”
My cock throbs inside her tight hole, those little gasped promises absolute music to my ears.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her. “And you have never been more beautiful than you are right now, soft and sorry. I like doing this to you, my bride. If you ever think about disobeying me again, think about this, and realize that I will enjoy every moment of your punishment.”
She lets out a little whining wail. I slap her hungry little clit with the very tip of the crop and watch her start to quiver and shake. She’s close to orgasm. She can’t hold back much longer. If I were a truly twisted man, I would force her through her climax and continue to punish her…