Page 23 of Emperor of Corruption
He reaches a hand between my legs, running his fingers through my slit. A low, quiet moan escapes him at what he finds there—arousal. I’m fuckingtwistedto get off on pain of that caliber. A spanking is one thing, and there might be something erotic to it, but whatjust happened was too extreme for even my messed up body to get off on itat all…
Only it wasn’t.
Maybe I should be in a psych ward, after all.
“I very much want to fuck you right now,” Killian murmurs, “but I won’t unless you beg. Otherwise, it’s ten on thisdeliciouslywet pussy… and, Lyra, I’ll make sure it fuckinghurts.” He pauses to let that sink in. “Choose.”
It’s a choice between the last scrap of my dignity and a world of pain… which isn’t really a choice at all. I inhale a few deep breaths and don’t eventryto stop the tears rolling down my cheeks.
Then, I widen the stance of my legs. No use in giving Killian a reason to do it himself. He sucks in a sharp breath.
He’s affected by me. It’s a silly thing to notice, but I can’t deny it. He admitted himself that he wants mebadly, and denying him is going to mean alotof pain for me.
Yet the pleasure I’ll reap from knowing I saidnoto him will make up for it. Not immediately, not in the next few days… but when I look back on this moment, if I let him fuck me, I’ll hate myself.
“Belt,” I whisper.
Killian doesn’t respond, but I can feel his fury seething through the air, turning it thick, stifling, and as scary as the threat of his belt.
“Bad choice,” he says, and strikes.
If the belt on my ass was fire, this islava. It doesn’t just burn, sting, anddestroymy pussy, it spreads throughout my entire body, from my head all the way down to my toes. I release an ungodly screech, almost surprised I can summon the sound after all the screaming I’ve already done.
Then comes the second, third, fourth, and fifth strike. I lose control of my body. Reality grows fuzzy around the edges as everybreathI take becomes painful—I’m nothing more than a ball of misery now.
By the tenth, I can scarcely breathe. My body is stuck firmly in panic mode, my mind is reeling, my emotions are entirely fucked. I try to hold onto the one thing I have left; I said no to him. I endured the pain to escape the surrender.
And, with how much everything hurts, I don’t think I’ll be able to do so again.
Chapter Nine
Killian
Imay have gone a tad overboard with those final hits, but hearing a denial from Lyra’s lipsinfuriatedme. I wanted to punish her for having the gall, and so I did… but I didn’t consider how my actions might influence the next eight weeks I spend with her.
I had a plan when she walked into this office; keep a list of her infractions, punish her for them, then fuck her until she orgasms so hard she screams. At no point did I plan on abusing her pussy this way—it was a spur of the moment decision.
I don’tdospur of the moment decisions. Every single one of my actions is thought and planned out far in advance. When I don’t plan, I make mistakes.
As reluctant as I am to admit it to myself, this last part was quite possibly a mistake. It won’t change much; Lyra will still show up for interviews because I haven’t given her another choice. She’ll still do what I tell her to do, because I’ve ensured she’s entirely under my control.
But her reluctance will have a far stronger basis, and that’s becauseImiscalculated.
“We’re done, Little Bird,” I say carefully. She’s shivering from head to toe, unstable, possibly in shock. When I lean forward to kiss her shoulder again, she flinches so hard it’s as if I’ve struck her again.
My lips thin.
“Get dressed,” I say carelessly, even though I’m anythingbutcareless right now. I care very much about this situation and the outcome, though I don’t intend to show her that. For some fucking reason, I cannot get this girl out of my thoughts, which is preposterous.
Comparatively, she’s a nobody. She’s irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. I have no intention of keeping her for more than a few weeks—long enough to get her out of my system.
If that’s the case, why can’t you stop thinking about her?
I shut down the little voice trying to overtake my thoughts. I can’t stop thinking about her because she’s a challenge and a novelty—two things I enjoy. Her novelty will wear off, and her challenge will die down.
Lyra slowly begins to straighten, breathing harshly. Her eyes are puffy and red when she turns around. She doesn’t meet my gaze; instead, she searches the floor, blinking slowly. She looks confused and disoriented. I should probably keep her here for a little while—in fact, I’d like to keep her here for the rest of the day. Maybe even the rest of thenight.
Maybe I should just have her with me for the next eight weeks. Give myself free access to her and plenty of time to get her out of my system.
