Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100859 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
His footsteps echo as he comes back, and I only now realize the sound of rain falling outside the stable, the patter of it on the roof and the maple trees.
“Good girl,” he croons. “Waiting so patiently. So trusting.” He pauses. “Do you still want to continue?”
I try to lift my head to look at him, but suddenly, I hear a loud smack of something hard against his palm, and I jump.
“Keep your head down. Don’t look at me.”
I do as he says, my body tingling all over with anticipation.
Then he reaches forward and pulls down my drawers and stockings until my bottom is exposed.
He lets out a low moan. “What a prize student you are,” he says. “You’re about to find out about a saying us teachers have.”
I try to swallow. I can barely speak. “What’s that?”
“Spare the rod, spoil the child,” he says. “But you are no child, sweet witch. And you will not be spared.”
With that, I feel a sharp sting on my bottom as he spanks me. Hard. Not with his hand but with what feels like a riding crop. I cry out, not expecting the sudden pain, but then he hits me again, and again, and again, each time harder than the last, until I’m jerking against the ground. My hands clench into fists as I try to process the sensations, the mix of pain and pleasure causing my body to react in ways I never thought possible.
“Are you alright?” he asks, his breath labored. “I can stop.”
I make a noise.
“Is that a yes?” he asks.
“Yes,” I manage to say. “I’m alright.”
“Very good.”
He continues to spank me with the crop, alternating between hitting each cheek until tears are streaming down my face and my bottom is on fire. I can feel the wetness between my legs increasing with each strike, and I know he can too. But even as the pain becomes almost unbearable, the pleasure is still there, lurking just beneath the surface.
“You like this, don’t you?” he growls, his hand coming down harder, the crop stinging.
“Yes,” I gasp out. “Please don’t stop.”
He chuckles, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “I thought you might. I’ll only stop when you say you’ve had enough.” He emphasizes that with another hit of the crop, and my body jerks. “I can go all night watching the marks I’m leaving on your perfect skin.”
Eventually though, my skin goes numb, the sensations flattening me, and my core pulses with a greedy need for release.
“Crane,” I say through ragged breath.
“What is it, my vlinder?” he says. “Had enough?”
I nod.
He leans down and whispers in my ear. “You’re doing so well, sweet witch,” he says gently. “Shall I fuck you now? Is that what you’d like? My big cock filling up that tight pink cunt of yours.”
I both blush at his scandalous words and moan in response, my body arching up toward him in anticipation. He takes my response as encouragement and flips me over onto my back. My breath hitches as he undoes his trousers, his eyes burning into mine as he brings his cock out of his fly and onto his palm. I can’t look away from the brazen sight of it, and he gives me a satisfied smirk as he runs his hand up and down his length, coating it in his own arousal. I knew he’d be large based on the way he felt earlier and how tall he is, but I didn’t think he’d be that big. He’s huge, long, and thick, and I feel sweat beading on my forehead at the thought. I may have had a lover or two, and Brom certainly was a big boy, but now I feel flush with nervousness.
“It will fit,” Crane says smugly, stroking it with easy slips of his hand. “In case you’re worried about that.”
I gulp down air as he comes forward and towers over me. Then he gets down on his knees, his eyes dark with desire as he leans down and kisses me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine. I taste myself on his lips, salty and strange, but I don’t care. I want more of him.
“It’s okay,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
He positions himself at my entrance, teasing me with the tip before pushing in slowly. So slowly. His length fills me up in a way that makes me feel like I’m splitting in two. I cry out, the sensation almost overwhelming, but then he’s kissing me again, his tongue soothing and coaxing as he moves inside me. The stretch of him is almost too much to bear, but the pleasure overrides any discomfort. He fills me completely, his cock throbbing inside of me as he begins to move in and out, slow at first but building in speed and intensity with each thrust.