Slap!
The swat connects just above my clit. I scream out, but he doesn’t acknowledge the pain. He holds me in his gaze and flickers a little wink at me.
“You need it to hurt,” he whispers, a moment before he spanks me again.
It hurts. My poor pussy stings and aches, but he spanks me anyway and Mattias holds me for it, the king presenting his princess for her pussy punishment.
Silver mercifully stops after a dozen slaps, but I am not done. Alexios comes forward. His cock is in his hand and he pushes it inside me without a word, my inner walls stretching for him, my spanked pussy stinging as he thrusts inside, grabbing my hips and yanking me up and off Mattias’ lap, he holds me aloft and fucks me standing.
We are nose to nose, eye to eye, his big hands lifting me up and down on his cock. I am slick with desire and pain, and he uses both to punish me; backing me up against the wall of the building, he starts fucking me roughly, his cock slamming inside me over and over again.
Others lecture, but he doesn’t say a word. He lets his body do the talking, his mouth descending on my breasts, feasting on the tender buds of my nipples. He ravages me, slams his cock inside me, makes me a sloppy wet mess for him and he holds his cum, strictly disciplined because my punishment is a long hard fuck that I cannot escape. Stroke after stroke blazes inside my deserving pussy, his hands grasping my red hot ass, the tender lips of my cunt gripping his dick so damn tight.
It hurts so good. It makes me want to cry out. I come once and then over again. He forces orgasms from me, no fancy means of torment, just plain hard fucking, the hard line of his pubic bone grinding my spanked clit over and over. I come half a dozen times and by the time he takes mercy on me and deigns to spill his seed inside me I am aching inside and out.
“Don’t ever fucking make me worry for you like that again,” he growls in my ear as he slides from me and lets my feet touch the floor.
“I won’t, I promise,” I whimper, meaning it.
There is one man left. Pharaoh. Standing in the middle of the balcony, his hands on his hips, the eagle amber of his eyes focused on me so fiercely I wish I could sink through the ground. I am naked, cum-sodden, sore, spanked, and I know none of that matters to him right now.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper, falling to my knees. It won’t save me, I know that. “Take me. Hurt me. Use me. Just... forgive me.”
He draws in a deep breath. Pharaoh—no, Oren. That’s his name. I know him perhaps the least of all of them. He takes the dimmest view of my behavior. He is the most demanding. He holds himself apart in many ways, and I crave his approval, though I know I do not have it.
“Forgiveness is given when lessons are learned,” he says. “You haven’t learned a thing.”
“I have, I promise!”
“You would promise anything to avoid more punishment.”
“That’s not true. You can do anything you want to me.”
“I know that,” he snaps.
I swallow. “Or maybe... you don’t want to do anything to me anymore.”
“You have not earned the right to pity yourself, girl,” he growls.
I look around at the others—Silver, Alexios, Mattias—for help, but even the king himself has decided to leave me to Oren’s wrath.
“What can I do to make it up to you?”
He gives me a hard look. “Get up.”
I get to my feet.
“Put your clothes back on.”
I get dressed, feeling even worse than I did when I was undressed. It is odd how the act of being stripped and spanked and fucked can feel so much more comforting than being told to get dressed.
“Come with me.”
He turns on his heel and walks away without looking back to see if I am following.
“Better go after him, girl,” Mattias prompts me when I shoot a lost look at him.
I scurry after Oren, following him out of the building and through the streets. It’s like he doesn’t know if I’m there or not and he doesn’t care. I know he’s angry at me for leaving the camp. I know he’s angry that I came to what could have been a war zone. I know I deserve punishment.