His Captive Mortal A Vampire Romance - Renee Rose Page 0,33

well. I’ll teach her to obey me immediately, or suffer the consequences.

With a flick of my wrist, I let the leather strands fly. They rain down on her golden skin.

Auriela squeals, jerking in surprise and turning her head to the side.

I flog her breasts in a rapid figure-eight swing. The leather tassels punish one peak first, then the other.

“Turn around,” I repeat.

This time she spins around immediately, dancing on her tiptoes.

I go to work on her lovely ass, using the same motion to catch first one side, then the other. I love the sound of the suede striking her flesh, the way her twin moons bounce in response to each blow. I whip her until her arse takes on a rosy glow, then I move down and whip the backs of her thighs. When I swing it between her legs, she shrieks, crossing her legs and spinning from her wrists.

“Very naughty,” I scold. “You don’t get to cover any part from me when you are being punished. I’m going to find something to help you remember.” I hold the handle of the flogger to her mouth. “Open.”

She glares at me, but opens her mouth and let’s me place the handle between her teeth.

“Hold this,” I order, and she does. I flick her nipple with my index finger. “Good girl.”

Walking to the kitchen, I pull out the ginger root and a knife and peel a long section, carving a finger-shaped length with a bulbous end. I bring it back, holding it up for her to see. She squints in confusion, the flogger still clenched dutifully between her jaws.

“Wha ib at?” she attempts to ask.

I saunter behind her. “Arch your back.”

She hesitates for a moment, but to my delight, she does tilt her pelvis, lifting her ass toward me.

I pull her cheeks apart. She squeals and tries to dance away, but I give her ass a sharp slap. “Hold still, or I will make your punishment far worse,” I warn.

She whimpers but stops moving. Her legs tremble as I part her cheeks once more. I bring the tip of ginger plug to her anus and she flinches again, trying to squeeze her cheeks together against the intrusion. I slap her rosy ass once more. “Open for it,” I command in a hoarse voice. My cock throbs.

Finally Aurelia holds still, mewling as I embed the tortuous root. I push it in and out while she squeaks. It will take a few minutes before the heat of the ginger will begin to burn her anus and warm her entire pelvic region. I walk around to the front of her and take the flogger from her mouth.

“Thank you,” I say.

Her eyes plead with me for mercy, but I also see concern as she glances at my burn, then at the corner of my mouth.

“Are you bleeding?” she asks in a small voice.

I swipe at my mouth and find a little blood from my coughing fit. I give my head a quick shake. Showing weakness isn’t my thing, even if it did win her remorse.

“It’s nothing,” I assure her. I open the door and lower her wrists a bit. “Stand with your legs wide apart,” I order.

She obeys, still wide-eyed. I almost miss her more rebellious self. Almost. But submissive Aurelia is sweet enough to eat. I step behind her and bend to lick from the two dimples above her ass to the vein at her throat. My tongue drags over her smooth skin. The taste of her is intoxicating.

She begins to wiggle her ass, her chest heaving with quickened breath. “Erm...ooh...ah.”

“Has the burn begun to set in, little fairy?”

She bites her lip. “Ow. Oh. Take it out, Charlie,” she says, swaying her hips to and fro. “Please?”

“Keep those legs apart,” I order, slapping the flogger up between her legs to punish her little pussy.

“Ack!” She jerks, but keeps her legs open.

I strike again and again, going lightly, judging by her noises what is too much and too little until she is moaning, her breath coming in sobs. I move around to the front of her and continue my assault on her sex from that direction, interspersing the slaps with blows to her peach-tipped breasts.

“Oh my God, it’s too much. Oh Charlie, take it out, oh...oh,” she moans. If her voice didn’t sound so completely wanton, I might believe her.

But she’s wrong. She can take more. A lot more. I’m about to show her how much more, when someone knocks hard on the door.

Chapter 10

Aurelia

“Aurelia?” a