Page 102 of Emperor of Corruption
“I can’t.” Her words are a whimper.
“You owe me twenty-eight,” I warn her. “We’re both going to be in for averylong night.” I cup her pussy, pleased to find a small trickle of arousal slicking her folds. I use it to rub over her clit, preparing her. “I’ve never engaged in this type of play before. Orgasm-torture. I have a couple of acquaintances who swear it’s the best way to tame brats, but a belting seems to be markedly effective on you. However, I’m more than willing to give this a shot.”
“I haven’t been—”
“You have,” I interrupt her, still managing to hold onto my calm. “You have, and you know it. Do you want to know one of my favorite parts of being inside you, Little Bird?” I push down on her clit, watching as her lips form a littleO-shape and her perky breasts rise up with her gasp. I take the offering her body’s giving me, sucking a nipple deep into my mouth and biting down on it. She moans, and I slide three fingers inside her. “Ilovefeeling you come,” I tell her, lifting my head. “Watching your eyes go hazy. Feeling your pussy squeeze me so tightly I think you might break off my cock.” I indulge myself by sucking her other nipple, biting down until she’s crying out and I’m just shy of drawing blood. “You’ve denied me that. But that’s alright—we have all night and morning to make up for it.”
“Killian.” She desperately grabs for my hands, shaking her head. I tilt my head to the side as I watch her. She rarely gets so worked up over pain-based punishments these days. Maybe there really is something to messing with a woman’s pleasure, on occasion. “Killian,please—”
“Shh,” I hush her. “Don’t waste your breath arguing.” I lightly grip her wrists and reach down the bed to grab my discarded tie. She starts to struggle in earnest when I start wrapping it around her wrists, but her fight is easy enough to overcome. In no time, her wrists are firmly attached to the headboard.
I am much bigger, much stronger, and much more determined than Lyra—and I think that knowledge subconsciously turns her on. She won’t say it aloud; I doubt she’s even realized it herself, but her reactions when I manhandle her are clear.
I wrap a hand around her throat and pin her to the bed. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
I feel her throat move as she swallows, staring up at me with fear-filled eyes. “I don’t want—”
“I thought I’d already clarified I don’t care what you want—not right now.” I lean forward, putting us nose-to-nose. “You’ve been avoiding me all week.”
“You’ve beengone—”
“Not the times when I buried my cock inside you. Not when you pushed my hands away from your clit and buried your face in the mattress, fuckingignoringme.” I let some of the indignation I’ve felt seep through my tone. “You researched another man and got upset over the way I reacted to it. Then, upon finding out you’re pregnant withour child, you hid it from me and scheduled anabortion.”
Lyra shrinks back, genuinely cowed now, understanding the magnitude of her fuck-ups. I may be good at controlling myself and withholding my emotions when need be, but that doesn’t mean I don’t experience them, and itcertainlydoesn’t spare enemies my wrath.
Lyra is not my enemy—she never will be, since I’ll soon be giving her my last name. But shesoenjoys playing the part of a brat who needs to be put in her place.
I have no problem accommodating her wishes.
“Do you think I want to get rid of a cluster of cells that’ll soon grow into ahuman?” she hisses, finding her fire even now, when she knows I’m about to make her regret every mistake she’s made infull. “You think I wanted to live the rest of my life bathing in guilt over the decision I had to make? Idon’t. But the thought of carryingyourbaby, who was conceived under dubious circumstancesat best,is even more abhorrent. I’m barely in my mid-twenties. I have my entire life ahead of me. I’m ambitious and career-driven, and I’m not financially stableenough to accommodate a baby.AndI’m notreadyto dedicate my life to a child, let aloneyourchild!”
My fingers on her throat tighten, preventing her from speaking. Anger lights me up from the inside out.
The issues she’s bringing up make sense, logically. But logic isn’t fueling me right now—emotionsare fueling me. An experience I haven’t had so viscerally since I was a child, since before I decided to become the ice-cold bastard that could take over the world.
“Cease. Speaking,” I growl. “We’ll go over your concerns in the morning. Tonight, you have a debt to pay.” I lean closer to her. “And I am going to extract every drop of it.”
Lyra
My entire body is aching. My pussy is sore and stinging, my clit is so sensitive even the bedsheets rubbing against it set off mini-orgasms, and I’m completely spent.
That doesn’t stop Killian. He’s relentless in his ambitious task; making me orgasm twenty-eight times.
I didn’t know I was capable of orgasming more than once before I met him, and tonight, new limits have been set.
In fact, Killian is in thepainfulprocess of teaching me that there are no limits.
I clutch the bedsheets, whimpering pitifully as I come again. I don’t know how many times I’ve come—I lost the ability to keep count hours ago. My mind melted somewhere between Killian declaring that I was keeping his child and setting about the task of destroying my pussy so thoroughly I'm reasonably certain it’s broken.
His stamina is endless. I’ve always been impressed with his ability to go round after round without tiring, when he has enough time, buttonight is a whole new story. Any time he needs to give his cock a break, he dives down with his fingers or tongue. He’s not wearing a condom, yet the lewd act of eatingbothof our releases doesn’t seem to put him off.
“There, there, Lyra,” Killian wraps his hand around my neck, lifting my lax body from the bed and plastering my back to his chest, “we’re over halfway there.”
The only response I can manage is a sob. I’m completely destroyed, and we’re onlyhalfway there?I can’t take any more. I really,trulycan’t, yet my opinion on the matter doesn’t seem to interest Killian in the slightest.
“You’re so limp,” he observes as my head lolls on his chest. “I could do anything to you right now, couldn’t I? You’re too tired to stop me, to evenaskme to stop.” He chuckles, amused. “My personal little ragdoll. My favorite toy.”
A frail moan shudders out of me as his fingers find my clit, circling it. My body jerks weakly, and my pussy clenches down on Killian’s cock. He releases a groan through what sound like gritted teeth.
