Page 36 of Anorthic Anarchy

Desire seems to have left me long ago, but now?

I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on.

Snatching her by the back of the neck, I pull her into me. As her lips part in a gasp, I shove my mouth to hers and thrust my tongue inside. She pushes the gun between us, into my chest, trying to escape, but gives up quickly, dropping it to her side. Her mouth mirrors mine as she strokes me with just as much force while digging her little fingers into my arms.

As firm as the instrument of torture, my cock is more so with every cotton candied taste of her. Clutching the cheap fabric of her dress, I rip it straight off, tossing it on the little table over the mangled pieces of flesh. We’re swapping saliva, lips biting and gnawing at each other, panting for air, and only breaking apart for a moment before colliding again.

In the back of the room, a shuffle breaks through the muffled sounds in my ears as Sev’s deep voice murmurs, “I’ll be, um, upstairs…” But we barely pay any heed as he exits.

Lifting her by the waist, I plop her onto the table beside the bloodied appendage, then scoot her closer to my core. Pressing my forehead to hers, I breathe out a command. “Undo my belt.”

Her fingers hurry, shaking with the motion when she slides it out of its loops, and I snag it from her. Folding it in half, I snap it a few times, then tilt her chin up and graze my lips against her blushed and bruised ones. Pink buds pebble with lust as I lean over to suck on one. An erotic whimper leaves her throat as she tosses her head back with pleasure.

When I let it go, I blow on her little nipple and say, “You need to be punished for earlier. For being such a bad girl and splashing Yasmina. Turn over.”

Her big blue eyes grow larger as her shoulders raise up to her ears, but she does as she’s told.

“Put your elbows on the table and stick your ass out for me.”

She’s so obedient that my dick throbs with urgent need, leaking pre-cum in my pants. I loosen the button on my trousers to give it some space. Snapping the belt a few more times, the corner of my lips jerks up into a smirk as she shudders. “I’m sure you’re still very sore, is that right?”

“Yes,” she says hesitatingly.

“Good.” I slap the belt across her perfect round ass. She yelps and surges forward, the wooden table scooting across the stones.

Snagging her hair in one hand, I lift her head so her neck strains to the sky. “You were so naughty today. Do you need more punishment?”

“It hurts.”

It doesn’t go beyond my recognition that she didn’t answer. But she’s young…and too inexperienced to know what she enjoys or doesn’t yet. I whip the belt across her white skin and give it a bright red streak. “Mmm, angel. Are you still a bad girl?”

“I-I…” Since she refuses to answer, I wait for a moment. Then, her hips slowly edge back toward me, the action making my chest tighten.

Astrid likes pain. That realization wraps around my mind until the crotch of my pants cannot contain my erection. This is not how I am with the other slaves. Studying them is just what I need to do to maintain order and control in this household. Discovering something about my wife is completely different.

It’s arousing.

So I whip her again until her thighs shake. Pausing, I slick a finger through her wetness. “Soaked. Utterly wet for this. What a dirty little girl for liking your punishment.”

My pants drop to around my ankles and I line up behind her. Holding the base of my thickness, I drag it through her pussy until she looks over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Bad girls get spanked, but you were so obedient just now. And good girls…” I have to take a breath at the sensation of her extremely tiny hole choking the head of my cock as I press in. “They get big dicks and orgasms.”

Dropping the belt, I use my hand to spank her as I enter with a formidable thrust. She grunts against the edge of the table, some of the glass shards spilling onto the floor. I’m sure she’ll be cut up from the ruins of the severed cock lying beneath her, but that just turns me on more. Gripping her hips, I pull her back to me with every forward jut of my hips.

“So you tell me if you need another spanking, and I’ll give you one. Otherwise, I’ll fuck the wicked right out of you.” Pretty soon, she learns how to bounce back off me and the smile that greets my face is one I haven’t had in a very long time. “Good girl. It’s okay if you need me to spank you. Bad girls need a man to keep them in line. Do you need me to correct you again?”

Whimpering, she nods, her blonde locks falling over her face. “Yes.”

With another smack on her delectable ass cheek, I thrust in again.

“Do you need more discipline, little angel?”

“Ye-yes, master.”

I spank her a few more times until my palm tickles from the heat of our exchange. Each time I do, she moans, and it makes my cock surge with need inside her.

Her arms rake across the tabletop, and I grab them both. She lets out a struggling breath when I hold them behind her back, her face hitting the surface. Lifting a wrist, I inspect the cuts from the glass oozing with her serum.

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