Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Lisha bowed her head submissively.
“Thank you, husband, for taking time from your busy schedule to punish me and make me a better wife,” she said softly.
“And?” Enoc prompted.
Lisha looked up at him shyly.
“And thank you for allowing me to suckle at your shaft and for giving me your seed to swallow, that I might gain of your wisdom and knowledge, my husband.”
“That’s good…very good,” Enoc murmured, stroking her hair some more. “You did a very good job of sucking me and drinking my seed, Lisha.”
“Yes, Enoc. Thank you, Enoc.” Lisha blushed in obvious pleasure at his praise, her cheeks growing purple as the blood rushed to her blue cheeks.
“I think you need a milking tonight when we get home,” Enoc murmured to her. He was playing with her breasts again, Mia saw, tugging lightly at the nipples which were still leaking the strange, sticky amber liquid.
“I think I do too,” Lisha admitted in a low voice. “Will you do that for me, my husband? Will you milk me hard?”
“Gods of the Universe, little one…” Enoc’s voice had dropped to a low growl. “You want it hard? You’re sure?”
“As hard as you can give it to me,” Lisha assured him. She nibbled her lower lip. “Maybe…maybe I might have committed another sin by then. So you’ll have to make it a punishment, you know?”
Enoc frowned sternly and shook his head.
“You just can’t help yourself—you can’t stop doing naughty things and being a bad girl, can you, Lisha?”
“I…I’m sorry, my husband.” She dropped her eyes but Mia could see a little smile on her lips—a “cat that got the cream look” as her grandma would have said. “I know I’m a bad girl and you’re always having to punish me,” she murmured.
“That’s all right—it’s a husband’s job to punish his wife whenever she’s naughty,” Enoc told her.
The two of them seemed completely wrapped up in each other and Mia was afraid they might start in on another “punishment” right then and there. But at that point Brother Jonash cleared his throat loudly and pointedly.
“Oh!” Brother Enoc looked up. “Forgive me,” he said and nodded at Brother Jonash and then Sev as he tucked his now flaccid member back into his trousers while Lisha primly pulled up the front of her dress to cover her breasts. “Thank you all for bearing witness.”
“You’re very welcome, Brother Enoc. But I fear we must go now—the Council of Elders awaits us,” Brother Jonash said formally. “Come—we need to get to the Inner Sanctum,” he told Sev.
The two men started walking again and Mia followed them in a daze. What the hell had she just watched? She wasn’t entirely sure but she knew that as a feminist who had fought hard for her freedom from the Patriarchy that ruled the sect she had been raised in, she ought to be outraged.
And she was—what Enoc had done to his wife in front of total strangers right out in public was indefensible! But she couldn’t help remembering the performative nature of the act they had just witnessed. The way Lisha had writhed on her husband’s lap and watched from the corner of her eye to be certain all eyes were on her as she submitted to her punishment and took her spanking.
Do they get off on this, Mia wondered? Does it turn them on for Enoc to “punish” Lisha in front of everyone?
She had never worked Vice—she’d been promoted from the regular ranks of the PD straight to the HKR Division where they mainly dealt with Kindred related crimes. Most of those were Rage Killings—where a Kindred warrior saw that his fiancé or wife was in danger and killed whoever was menacing her. Those were justified killings—open and shut cases—nothing like the kinky things some of the Vice detectives dealt with, especially with the BDSM clubs down in Ybor city, the historical part of Tampa.
The point was, Mia knew these kinds of crimes went on, but she’d never witnessed them in person before. And really, was it even a crime if the punishment had been consensual? Lisha had certainly seemed eager enough to climb over her husband’s knee and take her spanking. And she hadn’t seemed to mind sucking him and swallowing his “seed” either. Mia couldn’t help remembering the way she’d licked her lips and the “cat that got the cream” smile she’d had on her face after her punishment was over.
What are you thinking? Are you excusing this behavior? This is extreme misogyny! Mia lectured herself. The people in this cult are fucked up beyond all repair!
But why did she keep picturing herself and Sev in the place of Lisha and Enoc? And also, what was the deal with the strange amber liquid flowing from Lisha’s nipples? Enoc had said she needed “a milking”—what the hell was that all about?