Page 74 of Blood Bought

“Might as well make it ten,” I rushed out. “Sort of as a pre-punishment for the next time I piss you off.”

He chuckled. “Ten.”

The first one caught me completely off guard because this time, he didn’t hold back, didn’t take it slow like he did with opening me up. Instead, he delivered three blows like he was angry, then started rubbing again. “Breathe.”

The cracks of that paddle on skin were still reverberating in my ears as I tried to get my lungs to work right. It was so much better than I’d expected — so much rougher and more intense, it had me wet and shaking and dying for more. “I’m breathing,” I confirmed, gasping as he slipped two fingers inside of my ass and pumped them hard. “F-Fuck!”

“That’s my girl... but you aren’t screaming loud enough, love.”

His fingers left my body, and three more cracks made contact to my other cheek, and these ones were sharper. I felt my skin break open and let out a scream that faded to a sob, but the way he pulled my legs apart and slapped my soaked pussy felt so good I could’ve died.

“Alaris!”

“Four more,” he growled, stepping back to strip off his clothes and finger me again. “Almost ready for me.”

I was drooling all over that couch cushion, unable to open my eyes much at all as the pain and promise of pleasure warred for my attention. “Is this how you punish everyone?”

His laugh sent a chill up my spine. “No.” Two more on one side, then a sinful tongue sliding up my burning skin like he was lapping up blood.

“Fuck!” It stung almost as much as the paddle, but the sharp press of fangs took just enough of the edge off that I didn’t black out. “Right,” I whispered. “Can’t scream for you if I’m unconscious.”

“Exactly.”

The last two had me floating between heaven and hell, and I was completely at his mercy. He lapped up that cheek as well, then slicked his cock as he prepared to own the last piece of me he could physically take.

“My sweet girl is so pliant. Such a good girl after her punishment.”

I was shaking almost violently, teeth chattering and thighs clenching as I halfheartedly tried to keep him out. “Fuck, I feel like I’m on fire. Am I on fire?”

“If you were on fire, we’d burn together.”

That monster of a cock pressed inside my ass, making that burning sensation spread all over my body and then he bent down to put his finger in my mouth. I was so out of it I didn’t realize that finger was bleeding, that he was giving me strength to stay awake while he ripped me apart from behind until I tasted Obsidian blood on my tongue.

I sucked like a whore, moaning louder with every sharp thrust that made my ass bounce and drove my hips into the armrest of the couch I was bent over. The stronger I felt, the better that cock felt, and I was screaming for a much better reason before long.

He wrapped my long hair around his wrist and tugged, using it as leverage to fuck me so hard the couch groaned under us. “Feel good now, Sweets. Tell me how it feels to be speared on my cock.”

Coherent words weren’t something I was capable of — I was so close to coming, the way my clit rubbed the fabric, the way his cock split me open and hit spots I didn’t know existed, I was gone. Screaming, begging, needy,gone.

“So fucking beautiful. Better than any song.”

He didn’t let up, but when he demanded I come for him, felt it in my fucking soul. I don’t know if I squirted or if he genuinely broke me, but whatever it was, it took his teeth in my neck to make it stop. He sucked until I was shuddering and heaving a sigh of relief, and when he finally let me go, I felt... different. Like something he’d done there had actually claimed me, actually remade me into something his.

“Alaris,” I whimpered, reaching back to try and touch his skin. I needed different contact now, and he pulled himself out of me and lifted me up to carry me. He cleaned me so quickly I knew he was going at a speed too fast for my eyes, but he was gentle, and I relaxed once I was laying in his bed.

“My sweet girl. You’re so strong.”

“I love you,” I whispered, burying my face in his armpit, but he lifted my gaze with his finger to stare into my eyes.

“I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember, Adalind. Before I ever admitted it to myself, before I even knew what it was. I would dream of your eyes, of your hair, of the way your blood would taste on my tongue. I was in love with the idea of you, and now I’m in love with you.”

For once, I didn’t let the doubts take over. I didn’t care what had happened before then, what he’d done to me both good and bad. All I cared about was the way I felt safe for the first time in my life and the fact that he was the cause of it. “Good. Because you own me now.”

He smirked. “Baby, I’ve owned you my entire life. I just had to wait a while. Those dreams started before you were even born.”

I nestled in and bit him gently as I fought a smile. “Then I—”

Knock knock.

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