Page 61 of Lukas

Chapter Twenty-Four

Reina had thoughtthe worst was over at Thomas’s last blow, but she’d been wrong.

The ginger lube burned her ass, making the plug seem much larger than it really was. It hurt, but in a good sort of way. Not at all like the searing agony of the paddling, especially the last three blows.

She’d only hung on because Lukas had commanded her to. Had told her in no uncertain terms that she would not safe word, otherwise she would have, unable to take it.

Lukas now had her bent over a sawhorse, the main section holding the weight of her stomach, her legs perched on the lower benches. She couldn’t help her mewls as he worked the plug in deeper, even though it was no larger than ones he’d used on her before, and especially no larger than him.

She grimaced when he got it to the widest part and then began working it in and out of her slowly, the way he knew she liked it. The burn from the ginger lube was just making her more sensitive. She couldn’t stop her hips from rolling back towards him.

As the burn became more pronounced and the plug stretched her yet again, her mewls became keens.

“Pretty fucking sexy, there, Lukas,” someone said, Victor maybe. So many people were watching, and she couldn’t bring herself to be mortified. Under any other circumstances she’d be completely turned on by it.

She felt Lukas’s arm come around her waist, holding her still as he began to fuck her with the plug at a more rapid pace. His fingers stretched down and began to play with her clit. She ground herself against him, moaning.

“No, you will not come.” His fingers moved away from her clit as he pulled the plug almost all the way out before slamming it back in place. “You will let everyone see you get fucked in the ass because you’ve been such a naughty girl.”

She held on to the sawhorse as he fucked her with the plug, willing to do whatever he said if he would just give her a chance to explain, give them a chance to be together again.

Finally, after many minutes of working it in and out of her, he left it in place, deep and full inside of her.

She gasped when he picked her up and turned her over, the plug moving further in as her ass hit the sawhorse. She searched his face, hoping for some sign of forgiveness, of tenderness, but there was none.

His voice was cold. “It’s time for your next paddling. Spread your legs, wrap your hands around your calves and pull yourself wide open, knees up near your shoulders in diaper position.”

Tears leaked out of her eyes as she did as he commanded. She was utterly exposed to everyone in this position—the base of the plug completely visible, her pussy gaping wide.

“Humiliating, isn’t it? Naughty girls get punished like this.” His voice held no gentleness whatsoever, no hint that he cared about her any longer at all. “Everyone will be able to see every part of you as you get your last ten spankings. You will apologize to everyone you stole from between each blow.”

Lukas didn’t spank her nearly as hard as the others had while she was in the stock, but by the third blow, she was sobbing uncontrollably, barely able to get her apologies out to each person.

It wasn’t the pain making her cry. Each smack was actually getting lighter. It was Lukas, his coldness. He hated her. She had ruined everything between them and he was never again going to want what they’d had. She just needed to get out of here.

She didn’t stop crying even after the spanking stopped. She couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer, couldn’t stand to see coldness on his features where there’d once been so much more.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Reina. And you will ask for forgiveness.” His voice was hoarse, and the room seemed so quiet.

She felt him work himself inside her, the fit so much tighter with the plug that actually hurt.

“Hang in there, princess.”

The words were so soft she wasn’t sure she even heard them. She couldn’t have, Lukas wouldn’t offer her support in any way now. But his finger put hard pressure down on her clit the way she loved, which her body responded to, growing wetter and making his entrance easier.

It wouldn’t be enough, she knew that. No matter what he did, she wasn’t going to be able to come. The Ice Queen was back. Probably to stay.

Eyes still closed, she forced herself to stop crying and say the words he wanted to hear—they all wanted to hear—as he continued to thrust into her. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you. Please forgive me.”

She said it again. And then again.

She kept her eyes closed as she repeated the apology over and over. Time passed, but she didn’t know how much. Seconds? Hours? She could hear the voices around her—even Lukas—but couldn’t seem to pinpoint what any of them were saying.

She just kept her eyes closed, the apology falling from her lips as a frantic whispered mantra now. Was there a magic number of times she could say it that would get Lukas to believe her? Get him to look at her like he had yesterday—as a lover, rather than as the cold member of La Cosa Nostra who’d been wronged? She didn’t dare open her eyes to check.

Her voice broke mid-sentence as she realized Lukas was pulling out of her. She began shaking her head frantically back and forth, but still wouldn’t open her eyes. Until now, some part of her had held on to the fact that at least Lukas still wanted her. Hadn’t hated her enough that he wouldn’t touch her, wouldn’t fuck her. But evidently now he’d reached that point.

The punishment was over.

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