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)
I am a truly twisted man. I whip and spank her pussy, increasing the intensity and in turn, the pain.
“Come for me,” I order. “Show me how much you crave punishment.”
She shakes and wails obediently, her ass contracting around my cock with the force of her climax.
For a moment she lies peacefully on the bed beneath me. I get up, wash myself off, and then I return to the bed, and simply start fucking her again, sliding into her cunt as if I own it—because I do.
“I will be merciless with you, my bride,” I growl as she looks up at me with a stunned expression.
I rub her clit with the pad of my thumb, giving her no chance to come down from that climax. I want these to roll through her, one after the other, each one of them draining her a little more, forcing her to her limits.
She wails and whines her way through another orgasm, and then another. I know the first ones felt good, but these ones won’t. I whip one out of her sore pussy, fingering her soaking cunt while I smack her clit hard, and then I force another one from her with a penis-shaped toy inside her ass, the dildo keeping that naughty hole open for me as I apply a vibrator to her pussy. Over and over, again and again, I turn my bride’s rebellious body against her until there is no shred of resistance left in her.
“Are you sorry?”
“Yes,” she rasps, her voice hoarse from all the wailing and crying out she has been doing.
“Do you understand that I could do this to you every day if I saw fit, and I will if you cannot follow the very few simple rules I have laid down for you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers again. “I am sorry, Arthur. Really I am. I promise I will be good from now on. I promise.”
“Good,” I say. “One more.”
She quivers as the vibrator starts rumbling again.
Mila
By the time he is done with me, my ass is aching and dripping his seed and I feel absolutely exhausted in every way. I have come at least a dozen times. The last ones were not at all pleasurable. They were ripped from me.
What he just did was unspeakably cruel and entirely wrong. It was a crude punishment, an absolute perversion of everything love could ever be. And there is a small sliver of my soul that wants it to happen all over again.
He is being merciful now, tender and caring. He wraps me up in his arms and carries me off to the bathroom where he runs a bath and puts me in it, following me in. He slides in behind me, snuggling me up between his legs, and begins to wash me.
I close my eyes and let the warm water and various potions he adds to it soothe my pain and my exhaustion. I know I will ache tomorrow, and probably the day after. I will never forget what he did to me tonight.
CHAPTER 9
Mila
“Have you learned your lesson, my sweet bride?”
That question, purred sensually in my ear, rouses me from sleep the next morning. I am far too sleepy to recall what the question pertains to at first, but the moment I move and my consciousness leaves the cozy nest of my brain and is forced to sink into my body, I feel what was done. I feel it, and I remember it.
“Yes,” I say, my voice soft and my body aching.
“Good,” he says, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tight against his body. I breathe in deep, taking so much comfort from him. I’ve decided to be good, because I’ve decided to trust that he wants what is best for me. The other people who keep trying to get me high don’t care about me at all. I’m being used by them as a pawn of some kind. But Arthur’s devotion to me is based in faith and love. He believes the Artifice chose me for him, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to preserve me, and the system that brought me to him.
I have been finding it difficult to settle in. I have been worried about friends. I have been thinking of myself and my entertainment or lack thereof. I’ve barely put any thought into why I am really here—to be his wife and the mother of his children.
“I’m going to be good,” I promise him.
“I hope so,” he says. “Though I can give you a repeat of last night whenever you want. I enjoy bringing my rebellious bride to heel from time to time.”
I blush and hide my face from him. He enjoyed it far too much. And so did I, though I couldn’t possibly confess that. I think he knows it anyway.