Page 76 of Anorthic Anarchy

“Yes.”

“Youneedme to be rough, don’t you?”

“Yes, master.”

His nostrils flare as he breathes rapidly. “Oh, my angel. I’m going to enjoy punishing you all night.”

He needs it. I need it.

I can’t stand this feeling. If I’m set free from this car, I’ll lay waste to the city with him.

But he grips my wrists once he slides in next to me and holds my arms firmly between his legs as Sev jumps into the driver’s seat to cart us back to House Strauss.

“Pull out my cock and put it in your mouth. Now.”

Laying across his lap, my fingers work over the metal zipper and lower it with eagerness. I fish out his girthy length and place my lips around his head like he taught me. Instead of a relief or satisfaction, he seems to have no reaction whatsoever.

“Suck.”

Using my tongue, I pull him deeper into my mouth as he spreads his arms across the back of the seats. I briefly wonder how much of this Sev can see. I’m sure he’s used to it.

“Stop sucking. Hold it.” I do just as he says, but he’s so big, it makes it difficult for me to swallow. “Suck.” Sliding down, I massage his shaft with my lips. My jaw begins to ache. “Stop. Hold.”

The entire way home, he instructs me. At one point, I’m not quick enough, and his palm strikes my ass so hard, I lurch forward, spilling spit all over his crotch.

As soon as the Hummer slows to a stop, he grabs my hair and pulls me off him and clutches my jaw between his finger and thumb. “Get naked. Go to the dungeon and stand next to the pillory. I won’t be gentle.”

Trying to catch my breath, his eyes ice over, but they still hold a fire behind them. One lit just forme. My pussy aches at the thought of how harsh he’ll be.

By the time I reach the room where we had sex over the dead man, I’m naked. And a bit chilly. But he doesn’t take long to meet me, sans his shirt. His black belt is still looped through his trousers, but he has them splayed open at the waist.

With a flourish, he grabs a white sheet from a standing cabinet and spreads it across a padded table in the center of the stone-walled room.

“On your back.”

I thought he was going to lock me in the pillory, but his fingers snap with insistence away from it. I hurry and lie down. Turning away from me, he grabs a bright red contraption off some hooks drilled into the wall.

“This is a yoke. It has holes for your head and hands. These larger ones are for your knees.” Some level of panic strikes that I’ll truly have no ability to move while he does whatever he wants. But my inner walls flutter with anticipation of him using me just how he desires.

“Okay.”

He situates me in the yoke and it’s surprisingly comfortable as I lie on my back like a dead bug with my hands and legs up and spread out. My entire core is exposed for him.

“Who has control here?”

“You do, master.”

“That’s correct, my precious angel. You don’t think anymore. All you need to do is obey and feel. If you want to stop or be let out, tell me, and I will end things immediately. But if you’re crying and pleading no, I won’t. You must tell me to stop. And you’ll do that by saying ‘Crystal Maiden.’Repeat that back.”

Some affection for him grows… It was such a small thing that he latched onto. A tiny detail about my life that made him interested. And he still remembers. “I’ll say‘Crystal Maiden’if I need to stop.”

A sharp snap hits my ass as soon as the words leave my lips, and I scream.

“This is a crop. I’m not going to gag you because I want you to wail with pain. Terror. Anguish. Let it out. Or I’ll take it out on you.”

“Yes, master.” He strikes me again as I sob. It feels good, however, as soon as the hit releases. A burning sensation coats my bottom, then he turns from me again.

I can’t see much of anything other than the low-beamed ceiling and his handsome face when he stands between my open legs. When he returns, and a pressure builds on my asshole, I almost choke on my tongue. “Wha?—”

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