Page 43 of Emperor of Corruption
I don’t get a warning before something strikes my pussy in a slighttap. It’s not the whip or a flogger—it’s something else. Acrop,I realize. A small square of leather that hit me, right over my labia.
“One,” I grit out. “Thank you,sir.”
“That was for practice, not as part of the count,” Killian responds, “but I do appreciate your enthusiasm. So much so, I’ll count it. I won’t be so kind with the rest.”
He hits me again, and this time, itstingsandburns. It’s a different pain from the one lighting up my ass; back there is unbearable. Here issomething… odd. Painful, punishing, but it also stirs something inside me.
“Two. Thank you, sir.”
“You’re welcome.”
The third hit is slightly softer, almost teasing; the fourth, hardest yet, and painful enough to make me screech.
“Easy,” Killian says, his words thick with… something.Desire.
“Four—thankyousir,” I pant, forcing out the words even though I’m desperate to tell him to go fuck himself with a piece of ginger. I want to tie him down and force a knife up his ass—see howhelikes it when it feels like your body’s being torn up inside out.
“Easy, Lyra,” Killian repeats soothingly. I gasp when his cool palm smooths over my ass. It smooths a path around the ginger, and several fingers slide through my labia. No, not slide—glide. Theyglide…because, somehow, I’ve grownwet.
A deep shame warms my cheeks, my neck, maybe my entire body. More tears—this time ones fromemotionalpain rather than physical—stream from my eyes, caught on the fabric of the blindfold.
I’m turned on by the terrible things Killian’s doing to me; the proof is leaking from my pussy.
I bury my face in the mattress and sob.
Killian is nowhere near as devastated by this discovery as I am; in fact, he seems pleased. He slides two fingers inside of me, gathering my wetness, then glides them up to my clit and circles his fingers around it. My toes curl and my ass clenches, setting off another round of stinging pain, but this time the pain feels different. Almost…tantalizing.
“Soon,” Killian promises me. “Almost halfway there. Once I’m done, ask me very sweetly for an orgasm, and I’ll give you one. I’ll give you apowerfulone.”
He strikes me three more times in quick succession, then returns to fondling my pussy, driving me closer and closer to an edge of pleasure. I try to fight it—I trydesperatelyto keep my wits about me, but his fingers are skilled and my pussy doesn’t seem to share my moral dilemmas.
“Three more. As soon as you’ve thanked me for the tenth, beg me to come, or it’ll be another ten—and those’ll be hard enough to preclude any pleasure. Do you understand?” he pinches my clit in warning.
“Yes,” I hiss, straining against my bonds for a reason other than anger or pain.
“Good.”
The last three strikes are the harshest without a doubt, and the final one is intense enough to make mescream. I curl my hands into fists, digging my fingernails into my palms, and writhe around, panting.
“Lyra,” Killian warns.
“Ten,” I groan. “Thank you, sir.” I inhale a long breath. I can’t take any more pain. Killian’s already blown through all my limits; it’ll only get worse from here. “Please make me come.”
“Hmm. You have taken your punishment quite beautifully…” Killian’s hand returns to fondling my pussy, slowly, as if he has all the time in the world, while I’m breaking apart at the seams. “I think I’m inclined to be benevolent. You’ve suffered quite enough for your infraction.”
I suck in a sharp breath when he pulls the ginger from my ass—no warning, no uncertainty, he just pulls it out, which takes the sting to entirely new levels. But then, something cold and pleasant drizzles over my ass—an oil or a lube of some kind. It helps reduce the sting just enough to make it bearable, and for the ache in my pussy to reachunbearable heights.
“You are avision,” Killian mutters. “Pussy weeping for me. Ass cherry red. A fuckingvision, Lyra.”
He grips my legs, and in a sudden, jarring gesture, he flips me onto my back. My arms are smushed beneath me, straining them, and my legs are spread-eagle—I still can’t see anything beyond the blindfold, but I can feel everythingacutely.I feel the bed dip under Killian’s knee as he leans over me. I feel his fingers slide into my pussy just before his thumb glides over my clit. Ifeelthe low groan he releases, tickling my skin and hardening my nipples.
“Ask me again,” Killian demands. “Beg me to come, Lyra.”
I’m desperate enough for a temporary escape from the pain to shed the last vestiges of my pride and do as he asked. “Please—please,” I moan when he pinches my clit. “Please, make me come.”
“Are you going to be my good girl?” Killian purrs.
“Yes,” I gasp.
