Page 73 of Hook

Gwendolyne’s eyes go wide. “What are you going to do with that?” Her voice shakes with fear.

I move the tip of it over her flesh, to the base of her spine. I’ve no intention of answering that question.

I think my little princess doesn’t understand how wicked I can be. I’ve been too fucking lenient with her, but that changes from here on in.

Rage has been a constant companion for years, but now it’s burning a hole inside me so deep I can’t see a way out. And Gwendolyne is at the wrong end of it.

“Please, Cillian,” she begs.

I won’t show her mercy, not this time. I bring the riding crop down on her ass in a heavy swat.

She cries out, jolting forward at the shock.

I do it on her other ass cheek, which results in an equally satisfying cry from her lips. After a few heavy swats, I notice her pussy get wetter. It looks like my wife enjoys the pain.

I can’t help but find out how wet she is, as I move forward and slip three fingers inside her.

She groans in pleasure, hips pushing backward in an attempt to find friction from me.

“My dirty little whore is enjoying being spanked.” I make a disapproving sound. “Such a naughty girl. This is a punishment, not a reward.” Her thighs quiver the moment I hit the spot deep inside her, making me wish my cock was inside her. But she hasn’t been punished enough.

I pull my fingers out of her and give her ass a soft slap with my hand, loving how her skin is already tinged red from the riding crop.

She groans in protest the moment my fingers leave her. I take a step back, allowing her time to prepare herself before I strike again. “Don’t ever say that man’s name again,” I say as I swat her ass harder with the riding crop, intending to learn how much pain my princess can handle.

It elicits a scream from her lips that’ll stay with me longer after we’re done here. A sound so achingly beautiful it makes my cock pulse with need. Every time she screams out in pain, it only heightens my desire for her.

My fist tightens around the handle of the crop and I spank her skin repeatedly until both of her ass cheeks are bright red.

Her cries are music to my ear. When I finish, a faint hint of bruising has blossomed over her skin. It’s a mark of my ownership over her and it makes me want her more.

“Have you learned your lesson?” I ask her.

Gwendolyne throws me a look of heated anger mixed with desire. “Never,” she growls.

I love her resolve not to yield mentally, while her body is responding to all I do. “That’ll change, princess.” I run my hand lightly over the curve of her ass before punishing her with a slap to her cunt. “Your pussy is so wet your juices have made a mess of the sheets.”

My finger slides inside her and she lets out a gasp as she wriggles her hips, which makes my cock leak in anticipation.

“I think it’s time for you to take my cock,” I announce.

Gwen glances at me and says, “Not after—”

I spank her again. “You don’t tell me what to do.” I unzip my pants and free my hard cock from my briefs.

My arm slides around Gwen’s waist as I pull her as close to me as the restraints allow, pushing the tip against her pussy. “You can try to resist all you want, but I know you’re my dirty little whore,” I say.

She doesn’t deny it, shuddering as the head of my cock grazes her clit.

“You’re shaking with need, princess,” I murmur against her ear, teasing her as I allow my cock to rock back and forth against her clit. It gives her pleasure but not what she wants, which is my dick filling her tight cunt.

“Stop this,” she gasps.

“Okay,” I say simply, removing my cock from her pussy and stepping back. “I’ll watch you dripping for me all damn night and stroke my cock instead of filling you with it.”

Her head snaps around to glance at me, eyes narrowing to slits. “Don’t be an asshole.”

I arch a brow as she rarely swears. The word draws my attention to the tempting ring of muscles between her bright red ass cheeks. I fist my cock harder. “I’d love to fuck your asshole.”

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