But naturally combined with the erotic sight right in front of me and what Lucius was doing with his fingers, then it didn’t take long for me to build. Only, as was the way with my punishment, the moment that it did, his fingers would shift to my inner thigh where he could draw gentle circles against my trembling flesh.
“NO! Gods, please no…no, no…please,” I pleaded making him growl at me in a hoarse, aroused tone,
“Please what…tell me, sweet girl…what is it you want of me?”
“You know what I want!” I shouted in a pained cry.
“Open your eyes and tell me what it is you want of me?” He demanded, again his voice was thick with lust and until that moment I hadn’t even realised I had closed my eyes.
“And I told you…you know! You know! You know…what I fucking want!” I cried over and over again,
“Give me your fucking words!” He snapped, making me shout back,
“I want your cock, alright! I want you to make me come and FUCK ME!” I roared at him this time, and he closed his eyes as a satisfied look came over him and then he told me,
“Then it is time for you to learn what it feels like when something you want is ripped away from you.” I frowned at what this could mean before losing myself once more to the pleasure of when he went back to fingering me. This time however, he did so quick enough that it had my ass rising from the bed as I braced the best I could from the onslaught of sensation.
“Time for you to take my mark, for on this night, what you give me will not be returned…that, my Khuba…is your true punishment.” He said and again instead of letting me reach the top of my pleasure, he ripped it from my grasp, as he continued to work himself until unlike me…he found it. And when finding his release, he did so to the sound of my last cry of outrage, getting off on my pain.
But still not wanting to miss out on watching it for myself, I found my angry glare rooted to the sight of his length being pumped in his fist that was held above me. My eyes widened when he roared out his orgasm and streams of cum burst from the glistening tip of his cock. I even found myself moaning as he pumped it out, so that long lengths of semen landed and were now lay crisscrossed over my torso. I nearly came from the sight alone, especially the way he threw his head back and growled up at the jagged crystal ceiling.
The cords in his neck roped under the tight flesh, as his muscles tensed and flexed with every stroke of his cock. His fangs could be seen lengthening with his mouth open and by the Gods, he was magnificent. But then, as he started to come down from a sexual high I craved, his eyes found mine staring at him. A grin spread as they left my gaze and traced the evidence of his marking my body, before heat flooded his eyes at the sight he obviously liked.
But then he watched as I turned my face away, no longer able to stand the barrage of emotions this punishment of his had done to me. He knew it too when I felt his hand come to my cheek, turning me back to face him,
“Have you learnt your lesson, Pet?” He asked and again I tore my face from his and scowled at the side of the bed, giving him his silent answer. But then he gripped my chin in an unyielding grasp and forced me back to looking at him,
“I said have you learnt your lesson, Amelia,” he asked more forcefully this time.
“Yes,” I gritted out and he released a sigh before placing his forehead to mine and telling me,
“There’s my good girl.” I was just ready to reply with something sarcastic and even scathing when he stopped me the moment he kissed my hairline and then started to shift down the bed, making me cry out,
“No! You can’t…please Lucius, I can’t take anymore! I told you I learnt my—”
“Ssshh now, calm yourself,” he interrupted softly.
“But I—”
“You are about to get what my good girl deserves…” he informed me, and I sucked in a quick breath, almost too afraid to trust what it could mean.
“And what is that?” I questioned in a quiet voice, one that