Page 39 of Depravity

She gasps, her body jerking in my lap. "One," she squeaks out.

"Thank you," I prompt.

"Th-thank you," she whispers.

I bring my hand down again, this time on her right cheek. "T-two. Than-thank you."

I tilt my head, staring at where her lower lips are on display for me. I can see it, my come dripping out. My fingers brush against her and she whimpers again in fear.

“I can touch where I like.” I state.

She sniffs, nodding, submitting like she has a say in this.

With two fingers I penetrate her, pushing my come back inside. She won’t get pregnant if she lets it all out now, will she?

She squirms enough for me to notice so I dig them deep into her inner walls, hoping she feels the strain. Daring her to protest.

With my right hand, I strike her again and she shrieks like she expected her spanking to be over. As if I’d be that easy on her.

I curl my fingers, focusing on her g-spot and her body locks up, though I can’t tell if it’s from fear or pleasure. If she comesnow, I’ll let her go. I’ll call us even. But if the little bitch refuses, well then, it’s fair game.

Her breath hitches, her hands dig into the sheet like she’s trying to master herself and for one beautiful moment, I think I have won. I think I have beaten her.

Only, she clamps down on her lip, biting painfully hard to stifle the impending orgasm, and the last of my mercy dissolves with her show of insolence.

“You wanna be a little bitch?” I whisper. “Then fine,”

My hand comes down harder. The sound of my palm meeting her arse reverberates around the room, and she screams again.

“Thank me.” I command. “Count each one and fucking thank me.”

Her voice is pitiful, broken. I can hear from the way she’s stammering so much that she’s taken far more than she can handle. But that again, is her own damned fault.

She tried to run. She tried to leave me. After everything I've done for her, after everything I've given her, she still thought she could just walk away. My anger flares more with every blow.

We continue like that, her voice getting louder with each strike, her body trembling more and more violently. By the time we reach ten, her arse is a beautiful shade of red, and she's sobbing openly.

"Good girl," I say, rubbing her back gently. "You took your punishment well. At least at the end."

She hiccups, trying to catch her breath, and I can feel the heat radiating off her skin. I want to bend her over and fuck her again, claim her as mine once more.

But I know she won’t be able to handle that. She won’t be able to take it. As much as I want her to hurt, I don’t want to ruin her entirely.

Instead, I lift her up and cradle her in my arms. She's so small, so fragile, and I can't help but feel a pang of guilt forwhat I've just done. But she needed to learn. She needed to understand.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, burying her face in my chest. "I'm so, so, sorry."

"I know," I say, stroking her hair. "And I forgive you. But if you do that again, if you try to run, then I will hurt you more, do you understand? I will beat your arse raw, I will rip your back open if that’s what it takes. You are mine, Brynn. And you’re not going anywhere."

She looks up at me, her eyes rimmed with red, her cheeks stained with tears.

I don’t want to do that, to mar her skin. To permanently damage her. But if she forces my hand, then I will. I will break her bones, I will cut her flesh, I will fucking snap her spine in half so that she’s paralysed and can’t move at all.

“Say it.” I growl. “Say that you understand.”

"I, I understannnd." she says, and I can see the sincerity in her gaze.

"Good girl," I say again, and I press a kiss to her forehead. "Now, let's get you cleaned up."

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