Page 29 of Anorthic Anarchy

Strauss

Her full bosom fits nicely over my thigh as I brush the long strands of her stringy blonde hair off her neck. She squirms a little when my fingers slide the linen of her dress up to expose her bare pussy and ass. Every muscle in her body quivers when I do.

It’s dangerous that at my age and experience level for my cock to be this raging hard around her. But it is. Somehow, my dick turned eighteen again.

Placing my warm palm on her round globe, I rub it softly for a moment, waiting for her to respond.

“Yes?”

With a harsh hit, I smack her ass as she surges forward with a yell of anguish. “Yes, what?”

Breaths and sobs leak from her chest as she sniffs out, “Yes, sir.”

I shove my bottom lip under my teeth to keep from groaning, then swat her other cheek just as hard. The red handprints I’ve left on her glowing white skin make me leak a drop of pre-cum. Especially because it outlines my brand,the bull.My pants stretch until I stab her side with my hard-on.

With the next two swats, she holds her breath. But when she lets it out, a deep moan comes with it, and the sound makes me thrust into her ribs just to get some relief.

“Your skin looks breathtaking with my markings.”

Despite her pain, Astrid takes the next two with only a whimper. She shifts her thighs together on my lap and I let a finger wander closer to her pussy lips. Just as I suspected…

“You’re soaked, little girl.”

With a gasp, she whips her head to me, her face flushing bright red.

Her modesty makes me smile. “No need to be embarrassed. You like pain and I appreciate that.” My finger drags slowly through her wet folds as she lets out a choked wail and shivers. Parting her, I let the pad of my digit find her clit and graze it.

“Oh!”

“That feels good, huh?”

Biting her bottom lip, she nods. Her hips press back onto my palm to get more of me, but I pull back and swat her twice more as she screams. “Why did you do that?”

My head drops back as I let out a riotous laugh at her outrage. “Because this is your punishment. It’s not meant to be pleasurable.”

As I draw back my hand for her last, she’s glaring at me, and her anger brings me joy. I mimic her face mockingly, shove my hardness into her side, then lightly spank each cheek. Ending with a massaging caress, I indulge in the flesh of her bottom. Her rage turns to confusion.

Gripping her waist, I stand her up and off me. “Now, you took your punishment. I’ll deal with Nari and have another tray sent up for you.” As I walk toward my bedroom door, I adjust myself, though I may need to visit Dilan to take care of the throbbing in my cock. She stares at me when I turn back to her and point to the large bookcase opposite the sofa. “I made sure one of theslaves stocked it with archaeology books for you. Your presence will be requested after dinner.”

Once I close and lock the door behind me, I lean back against it and take some deep breaths. Pleasuring her or myself was not on the agenda. It’s been years since I had the urge to masturbate, but it roars within me now, just to quell the heat in my loins.

I’ll wait until this evening. Dilan is in her study painting by the window when I knock and enter. “Darling, what’s wrong? You look flushed. Are you ill?”

“No, no.” I ease her worries by massaging her shoulders as she resumes her stroke on the canvas. “Nari has an issue with my wife, it seems.”

Her muscles stiffen under my grasp. “Yes. Well…I think we understood there would be an adjustment, especially if she’s being treateddifferently.”

I take a step back and wander to the window. She says it as if she’s scolding me. “I’m bored with torturing them. Lock her in a cell. She’s only to receive dog food for a week. If I feel like it, I’ll whip her in the stockade.”

“Well, I think it’s occupied with the man who approached the land yesterday.”

Pushing the curtain back, I study the perimeter of the long driveway. Somewhere out there, Clavius’s spies lurk in the woods, just waiting for me to make a wrong move. Always hoping I’ll fail. Their lust for my demise spurs me toward the finish line.

“Ah, yes. I’ll take care of that later.”

Dilan swivels on her stool and raises her eyebrows. “But the girl…did she also receive a punishment?”

My belly tightens at her insinuation. Or maybe it’s because I don’t like that I’m uncomfortable with my mistress discussing my wife. Without another look, I turn and leave her room.

---