Page 189 of Prize for the King
I yelp. Ithurts.
“You’ve been bad, haven't you?” Arvi murmurs, caressing my inflamed skin until I shake, my mouth wide open in shock and awe. “You’re going to pay, sweet. You’ll pay for everything you’ve done, and it will be over, hm? There you go.”
He slaps me again on the same butt cheek, and I cry out from pain. Arvi strokes my hurting skin, then dips his fingers between my legs. I jolt, my flesh too sensitive, hot.
“Look at this cunt, so wet, so willing. But your husband isn’t here to plow it. Bad Caliane. Who are you getting wet for?”
My eyes almost pop out from shock, my mouth dry. Arvi’s hand descends again, hitting the same spot. Tears spring to my eyes, and I sob.
“That’s right,” he murmurs. “You did a bad thing. Cry. Let your tears wash off your guilt.”
He strikes again, and I howl from pain, tears and snot flowing down my face. Shivers run through me, hot and cold waves pouring down my spine, seeping into my tense muscles. I don’t relax, exactly. I—awaken.
“Naughty queen,” Arvi whispers.
He slaps my clit, much lighter than my ass, but it still stings. I almost leap out of my skin. Pleasure colors the pain red, and I cry harder, unable to make sense of what’s happening to me.
“I asked you a question. Who are you wet for?”
“I don’t know,” I sob out. “You.”
“But I need you wet somewhere else. Should I oil up this naughty ass of yours? Do you think you deserve to be fucked?”
I shake my head, my loose hair sticking to my wet temples. “No, I don’t!”
“Tell me. What’s this bad, horrible thing you did?”
He slaps my other butt cheek, and it’s so hard, I choke on my scream of pain. Raduna murmurs something, then gentle fingers coax my head to turn, and his brown eyes hover in front of me, assessing.
“I’m fine,” I choke out. “Please. I couldn’t save Magnar. I didn’t tell him I love him!”
“Mmm, that’s very bad,” Arvi muses softly, slapping me again with a meaty sound.
He smoothes out the burn, his fingers light, almost ticklish. I heave in deep breaths, so much deeper than I could take before. Things unlock in my body, ribs moving with ease, my head dizzy. It’s almost too much air after breathing so shallowly since last evening.
“Of course, one could argue you saved him when his own rash actions almost got him killed. Isn’t that true?”
He slaps me again. I whimper, shaking all over, and stutter through wild sobbing I can’t control.
“H-he should n-never be h-hurt! I should h-have saved him! I should always k-keep him safe. I love h-him. I’m the one w-who should know, I’m responsible!”
“Hmm.” Arvi slaps me again, lighter, though it stings, because my skin is so sensitive. “Right. You’re responsible. Is Magnar a child, Caliane? Can he not think for himself?”
He slaps me again, and I cry out, gripping the cushions as I writhe in his lap.
“No! But I should have found a way, done something!”
“Like what?” Arvi asks, slapping my clit. I jolt with a whimper, andhe gives it a soft stroke that has me shaking before he spanks my ass a few times in a row, hitting lightly but burning.
“W-what?”
“Like what, sweet? What could you have done?”
I cry into the cushions, the couch wet under my face. I shake my head. “I d-don’t know! He didn’t listen. I should have… should have made him… Somehow.”
Arvi delivers another hit, then dives between my legs, teasing me with a light, careful touch.
“Are you able to make Magnar act against his will, Caliane? Are you actually capable of it?”
