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I’m not sure I should tell him. He’ll think I’m a freak. He’ll see how messed up in the head I am. “I want to…”

Oh my god, what am I doing?

“Just say it, Firefly. Whatever it is, it’s okay to tell me.”

Fine. Here it goes…

“I want to be punished.”

Chapter 36

Dmitri

I’d braced for every answer imaginable but that one. Ironic, considering I should have known she’d say that. My girl is battling the good and evil in her conscience. The guilt of betrayal, the consequences of her actions, and the desire to survive with her heart, mind, and body intact has her conflicted in a lot of ways.

Punishment has become a form of adoration for her. Every time we’ve fucked, it’s been rough. Daelyn says she’s a bad girl all the time. She thinks she doesn’t know love.

I can work with all of that.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Crocodile.” Her eyes have lit up already. The shame in her tone is gone, too.

Perfect.

“Bend over my bike.”

My beautiful, tortured girl does what I say, and doesn’t even flinch when I pull out my knife and flip the blade open. I’d like to think it’s because she trusts me enough to never hurt her, but I’m not so sure that’s it. I think if I cut her, she’d only say she deserved it.

She’d be dead wrong.

Sliding her shorts down to her ankles, I make her kick them off while she faces the flower field. Biting and kissing her pert ass cheeks, I run the blade along her sweet skin, careful to not nick her. Hooking her underwear with my fingers, I pull it away from her pussy, loving that the fabric’s damp already, and I slice it with my knife, making them useless.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Daelyn. And you’re going to take ituntil I say otherwise.”

“Yes, King.”

My hands tremble as I unbuckle my belt and pull it free from the loops on my jeans. Folding it in half, I crack her ass with it once… twice. Two beautiful red stripes bloom on her skin and my mouth waters.

She pants, already breathless with need. “Again.”

“Shut your mouth.” I run the belt over her backside and slip it between her thighs, rubbing her wet pussy. “Bend over more and give me a hole to fuck.”

Daelyn leans so far over my bike, her feet almost lift off the ground. Obediently, she spreads her ass cheeks, giving me a choice of two perfectly fuckable holes.

“Take them both,” she begs.

I don’t have lube, so unless I plan to tear her open, her ass isn’t an option this time. Not with my fat dick. And this isn’t about my pleasure, it’s about her punishment.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” I growl from behind her. Sliding my hand between her legs, I shove two fingers in her cunt and press the handle of my knife to her asshole. Daelyn stills under me. “Still want me to take both holes?” I twist the handle, teasing her ass more.

“Y-y-es.”

That makes me pull away. The little groan she makes could be mistaken for disappointment, but I know it’s relief. She wants a painful punishment. She’s braced for me to give her that. But I’m not willing to go so far. Besides, there are better ways to punish her that don’t include pain. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”

She practically melts onto the ground and looks up at me like a puppy in training.

“Crawl.” I walk backwards and make her follow me like an animal searching for scraps of food, attention…kindness.Unfastening my fly, I lean against the wooden fence separating the road from the field and snap my fingers. “Suck my dick.”

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