Page 42 of Emperor of Corruption
“I hope you understand that this is for your wellbeing. Truly. If I don’t do this, I’ll have to kill you. And that is one thing I’m vehemently opposed to doing, even though you’re making it phenomenally challenging to keep you alive.”
He’s done with the ginger; it’s taken the exact shape he wanted it to. He walks around my back, until I can no longer see him. I tense in preparation for him to shove it up my ass, but instead, something worse happens; ablindfoldcovers my eyes, taking away my vision.
In the absence of that, all of my other senses heighten. I can hear the cool rustle of sheets beneath me, feel the soft cotton brushing against my skin. I can feel the bed dip as Killian presumably kneels on it and inches closer. I can hear the sharpness of his breaths, evidence of his arousal. I can even smell his spicy, pleasant, slightly woodsy cologne, intermixed with the acidic, sweet scent of the ginger.
“In a moment, the ginger is going into your ass,” he tells me, I release a quiet whimper. “Now, I’m going to give you chances to speak tonight, but they will be brief, and if you fail to hop on the opportunity, you’ll miss it. Right now is your first chance. If you want to reduce the chances of tearing and soften the sting of the gingereverso slightly, you will say, “Please, Master, put the ginger in my ass. Do you understand?”
He’s forcing me to ask for a humiliating punishment to earn a sliver of mercy. No, notforcing, but dangling the promise of easing a fraction of my pain. Considering I’ve never even had a finger in my ass, I’ll have use for any slice of mercy I can get.
I nod my head, just once. Killian removes the gag.
I say through gritted teeth, “Please,Master,put the ginger in my ass.”
He slaps my ass cheek again. “Next time, lose the fucking attitude.” He positions the gag back between my lips, muting me again.
Something cool drizzles down the crack of my ass. Then, comes a sharp sting as Killian swirls the tip of the ginger around my rosebud. Without any preamble, without any warning or preparation, he shoves the ginger in.
The sting is immediate, and it isunbearable.I release a long, prolonged whimper as an intense pins-and-needles sensation swiftly morphs into a stinging,pricklingburn.Fuck,it hurts. It hurts so much I want to beg Killian to pull it out, but I know he won’t—my pleas would only prompt him to keep it in longer.
“I’m going to hit you now, Lyra,” Killian says. “Your ass, your thighs… your pussy, eventually. Each time my implement hits your flesh, you’ll clench around the makeshift plug. Squeeze hard enough and more juices will leak out. And, remember—this is no one’s fault but your own. Next time you want to go around my back to talk tomyex-employee, I sincerely hope you’ll think better of it.”
A slightzzzsounds before a hard hit lands on my soft, already bruised flesh. My ass has mostly healed from the last time Killian punished it, and now, he’s ensuring I won’t be able to sit comfortably foranotherweek. He doesn’t hold back, and he doesn’t waste any time to warm me up, either; his hits are intense, precise, and devastatingly painful. The flogger hits the backs of my thighs, my ass cheeks, a few hits even jiggle the ginger in my asshole, making me clench all the harder, which only triples the pain.
The assault is overwhelming. It’s endless. Killian’s strength doesn’t wane, but some hits are harder than others.
When I scream at the top of my lungs, loud enough for the noise to carry past the gag and echo around the room, Killian gives my ass andthighs a small break. Instead, he goes for the sensitive soles of my feet, which is almostworse.
If I were someone who enjoyed pain, I wouldn’t enjoy it when delivered in these sorts of extremes. This isn’t pleasurable or foreplay; this is outright agony. This sort of punishment violates my constitutional rights as an American citizen… but I don’t think Killian cares about my rights very much.
No, the only thing he cares about is my suffering.
When my screams have morphed into quiet whimpers and sobs, Killian finally,blessedlystops. I hear the flogger drop to the mattress with a slightthud.The only noises in the room are my quiet cries and Killian’s labored breaths.
“Now,” Killian says carefully. “You’re faced with another decision. You can either take another round with an implement, or you can ask me very sweetly for an orgasm, and I’ll give you one.”
I don’t know if I can take the flogger. My entire body sings with pain. However, I want an orgasm from this psychopath as much as I want a bad case of pneumonia, so…
Killian slips the gag out of my mouth. “Ask nicely, Lyra, and I’ll reward you for your obedience. Any defiance will result in further punishment.”
I should say it. I should shed the meager remainders of my pride and ask Killian for an orgasm.
“Fuck you,” I wheeze.
“I see your poor decision-making skills have seen no improvement. Very well. I am going to hit you ten times. Those hits are going to hurt, but they’re not going to preclude any pleasurable play. Each time I hit your supple flesh, you will count, and you will thank me. If you falter, if you fail, I add an extra. Do you understand?”
I release an animal noise of sheer fury. I tug on my wrists, on my ankles, I shake furiously, wishing I could get out of this degrading fucking position and claw Killian’s eyes out. I bare my teeth at him—he grips my chin in his hand, squeezing in warning. “You fucked up, and you’re being punished. Refusing, fighting back, will only prolong it. If your wish is for this to be oversoonerrather thanlater, then you will comply and do sosweetly. I like it when you suffer for me, but I do not enjoy situations like this. Do us both a favor and stop with the fucking bratting.” He pauses. “Do you understand me?”
He's trying to paint himself as a benevolent master who’s abusing me for my own good. And, if I want this to end, I have to go along with it.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Yes, what?” he asks sharply.
Bastard. “Yes,sir.”
He pauses for a moment. “That’ll do.”
He takes his position behind me. I tense in preparation for a continuation, and my ass inadvertently squeezes around the peeled ginger. I whimper as more fresh juices dribble from the root, coating my ass, my insides, and the skin of my thighs.
