Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 163(@200wpm)___ 130(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
As Gripir used all his strength to deliver blow after blow with his hand being the only weapon, he was truly defeating me. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my teeth together. With time, the punishment almost became too much to bear. But I wanted to reach the edge of complete surrender and then dive in headfirst. Complete submission to my captor…to all my captors.
The sounds of a thorough punishment blending with the sounds of a sensitive, delicate woman crying seemed foreign to me. What were these sounds? Never would I show my weakness. Never would I show my pain. But in this moment, across Gripir’s lap, I allowed myself to be the softest, most feminine woman I could be. I became mortal in more ways than from a spell cast by a crystal.
When tears mixed with the sweat from my brow, Gripir finally stopped the simplest, yet oddly one of the most severe, of the disciplines. He pulled me up so I was sitting on his lap. He brought his lips to mine and mastered my mouth as only someone with Gripir’s power could do— fierce, powerful, and conquering.
“Fuck me now,” I begged between the kisses. “Make me cry in a different way. Make me cry out your name.”
Gripir froze and took a deep breath. “In time. Oh, my queen, you will not only cry, you will scream. But first, show me your submission. I want to see it in your actions. Then, and only then, will I grant you this cock in your tight little hole.”
I rested my hand on the bulge of his pants, feeling it flex beneath my touch. Resuming my position, kneeling on the stone floor as I had done with Sigmun, I knew exactly what I was to do to honor Gripir’s demand.
He freed his hard cock from his breeches before my face and placed his thickness to my lips. I looked up into his eyes. No word needed to be said. I opened my mouth and allowed his cock to lay against my tongue. My natural instinct—so unfamiliar to me, yet so right in feeling—was to pleasure him. Nothing got in the way of how badly I wanted to make him scream out my name. Watching bliss blanket his face filled me with a purpose I did not know existed. As I sucked up and down his ready cock, I fully submitted to my captor. Up and down, I moved my mouth until I was rewarded with my name escaping his lips in the most passionate of ways. My name never sounded as good as it did right then.
I added my hand and began to pump his cock while licking it all around. His body shook and tensed, and with a large groan, Gripir spent his satisfaction into the back of my throat. I swallowed his seed with the gratification of the most submissive of women.
Gripir picked me up off the floor and placed me onto the bed. He then lowered me to my back and lay on top of me. His weight, his closeness, and his heat caused my body to beg to be taken.
He paused and took a deep breath. Renewed animalistic desire of only a moment ago soon danced along his sated features. His tongue danced with mine again, claiming my mouth as he slowly gyrated his renewed hardness against my responsive clit. The tip of his cock made small circles, pulling the sexual need from my body. He kissed his way down to my breasts. He sucked on my hard nipple, moaning around the softness. He devoured my flesh with his mouth as if my breast gave him life. The wetness of his tongue circling the nipple caused my body to burn far more than the wax discipline had. An inferno blazed inside my core to match the little burns on my flesh.
He positioned his body so his hardness rested against my wetness, the tip of his cock at my entrance, not yet pressing in. Kissing me again, Gripir pressed his cock into my tight hole in one fluid motion. I tensed for a moment, taking in the pain of the intrusion from the large size of his cock. He paused so I could adjust to his girth buried inside of me. When the discomfort diminished, I began to move my hips.
In and out, Gripir thrust his cock past my silky folds. My pussy stretched with each thrust of his hips, sending jolts of lightning to my core. I could feel the orgasm building at a speed that threatened to take my breath away.
“Gripir,” I gasped, clinging to his back with my nails.
He continued to drive deeper and harder, picking up the pace as my orgasm grew nearer.
“Gripir,” I gasped again, arching my back to meet his ramming cock.