Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
The humiliation of such an act threatened to take back the little air I had just managed to obtain. The belt was still tight around my neck, but I could no longer focus on the struggle to breathe. The searing swats of his hand on my butt were the only things my mind could address. Desperation crackled from my core, all the way to the tips of my toes. I couldn’t cry out, I couldn’t plead, I couldn’t demand. I could do nothing but gasp for air against firm leather and allow the assault of the spanking to continue.
And oh how it continued.
Over and over, Freyr rained down slap after slap against the entire surface of my exposed skin. I tried to wiggle away to no avail, and was only rewarded for such an action by a harder spank to my ass. The palm of his hand felt the same as if he were using a solid piece of wood or a tawse. Such strength. Such sting. Such mortifying pain.
Silently I begged him to stop. Hoping somewhere deep inside he could read my mind and know how terribly sorry I was. I should have never tried to escape. I should have never for one second forgotten that the huntsmen were my captors and my life was fully in their hands. I was a prisoner, not a guest. I was here by force, not by choice.
Spank after spank, fire erupted from the depths of my ass and sizzled its way to the surface. Tears fell freely from my eyes and my wheezing grew louder against the choking belt that Freyr still held firmly against my neck.
“Would you like me to remove the belt?” he asked while still continuing to spank with fury.
I nodded my head, as it was the only thing I could do.
“Very well. But I am not done with it yet.” He paused in the blistering punishment and removed it from my neck. The rush of air that entered my body the moment the pressure released made my head spin with the intensity of the oxygen my body so desperately hungered for.
I remained on my belly, absolutely still. I didn’t want to give him any reason to continue on and just prayed that he viewed my lack of movement as complete defeat. He was the victor in this battle. I was merely a fallen soldier hanging on by a thread. My prayers were not answered, however, when I felt the lash of leather crack against my already punished flesh.
I screamed out in pain, but more out of shock than agony. “No,” I rasped, barely having a voice.
“Yes.”
Freyr whipped me with the belt again, and although I wanted to turn around and fight him for doing so, I knew I had no choice but to lie there and take it. I reached for the pillow with both of my hands and squeezed tight as the next blow came down harder than the one before.
“Will you risk your life with another escape attempt?” he asked as he licked me with the harsh sting of leather again.
“No,” I answered between clenched teeth.
“No what?” he asked as he continued whipping me.
“No, sir!” I cried. “I will never leave any of you huntsmen.”
He cracked the belt against me once more, this time to the spot where my ass met my thighs. “When the others ask if you’ve learned your lesson, what will you say?”
“That I have learned and paid severely. That I will never try anything as foolish as leaving,” I said as I struggled for air. Between a still-sore throat and the belt lashing, I could barely squeak the words out.
“Good girl,” he said as he tossed the belt to the side of the bed. He replaced the belt with the palm of his hand and began caressing my flesh that burned at the gentlest of touches.
I hissed in response.
“Remember this punishment. Your survival will depend on you understanding that you are to allow us to keep you safe. Safe in the hands of me and the others.”
I nodded between ragged breaths.
“Never question. Never disobey. Never for one second act out like you did before.” He dipped his fingers between the juncture of my thighs and collected the juices of my heated sex on his fingertips and brought them to my nose. “Do you smell your arousal?” He raised them to my eyes. “Do you see how wet you are?” He brought his fingers to my mouth and pressed them past my lips. “Do you taste it?”
He forcibly swirled his fingers along my tongue, giving me no choice but to suck his fingers into my mouth, tasting my own musky essence. I had never been this close to my own arousal, let alone known what it smelled like, looked like, or tasted like. I stared into his eyes and licked his fingers clean.