Page 66 of Vow of Vengeance

Thank God my face is buried in the chair right now, and he can’t see how flushed his words make me. I did so well, never begging through all the fiery lashes of the belt. But what he demands now is too much. Doing it with him while perched on his lap was different. Putting on a show for him?

The shame comes in a hot wave, threatening to drown me.

“No,” I beg. “Please. Don’t make me do that.”

“I’ll give you one more option,” he says, his voice low and dark.

“What?”

His rough, calloused hands find my back, smoothing their way over my shoulders, down to my waist. I suck air between my teeth as they stroke my punished curves. “I’ll take care of your clit for you?—”

Okay, that sounds really good right now. But I’m guessing there’s a catch.

His hands go between the tops of my thighs and slide my legs apart, my knees dragging along the velvet as they spread. Cool air dances over my wet creases. His fingertips find the arousal there, dipping in long enough to make me moan with desire.

They leave too soon, dragging upward. He fingers my tight rear entrance with a slick fingertip, making my breath hitch in my chest. “I’ll own your pleasure, but I’m going to fuck you in your tight little ass while I do it.”

All the color drains from my face, the air leaving my lungs. I finally gasp out, “But I’ve only ever had the first toy inside. How would that work? How would you fit?”

He gives an amused chuckle. “It’s meant to hurt, baby. It’s a punishment fucking.”

His words send a chill through me. His fingers venture between my thighs, gliding along the intimate folds of my body, playfully nudging at the entrance of my pussy. His now slick fingers trace a tantalizing pattern around my sensitive nub, as promised, but the pleasure is out of reach.

The fiery sting radiating from my punished ass is now warm as he touches me. I find myself swaying in time with his teasing caress. Then he’s gone. The sounds of a drawer, a cap popping open, and a squeeze of lube leave me panting, terrified, and clutching the velvet edges of the chair, agonizing over what is to come.

My heavy breaths and his lowering zipper are the only sounds in the room.

Before I can ready myself for what’s coming, he parts my cheeks, pressing the lubricated head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle of my ass. Without warning, he drives his substantial girth into me, causing me to gasp as I accommodate him. I cry out from the intensity of his entrance.

My mouth gapes, my fingers stretch out, reaching for safety as tears burn at the backs of my eyes, my ass on fire. Despite the stretching, burning pain and discomfort, to my shock, my body welcomes every inch of his massive girth.

A low growl escapes him as he keeps a firm grip on my hips, delving deeper into me. Each contact of him against my tenderflesh amplifies the rawness left by welts on my skin as I gasp and buck beneath him.

This punishment is doled out in intimacy, and he wants my discomfort. As our bodies move together, I know this is about his retribution, not my pleasure. Luckily, his hand snakes around my waist, finally fulfilling his promise.

My cries echo in the room as pain mingles with pleasure. The feeling deep within becomes all-consuming; him in my ass, on my clit, an overwhelming sensation that blocks out everything else until there is only me, him, and the relentless rhythm of his body claiming mine.

I whimper as the familiar tight sensation tugs at my core. It’s unreal how quickly I’m now teetering on the precipice of an orgasm deeper than any of the others. He pinches my clit just as the tsunami hits, stealing my breath and sending me spiraling off a cliff into a mind-numbing ecstasy of pain and pleasure.

My body quakes as my inner muscles clench around him.

He doesn’t stop. Instead, he continues his relentless pace, driving me further into the velvet cushion, rubbing my clit, and fucking me into the abyss of pleasure that seems never-ending. It consumes me whole until my eyes roll back, and my body convulses beneath him.

“I can’t take any more!” I beg.

Finally, he gives a deep moan, clinging to my hips as he leans further over me. I feel his cock explode in my ass, filling me with heat and liquid. His come spills over, running down the inside of my thighs.

My precious chair. My afterglow quickly dissipates as the burning from my ass turns to throbbing, and the horror of the mess we’ve just made on the velvet creeps into my worries.

He strokes my hair back from my face, both my skin and hair damp from perspiration. And he whispers the most beautiful words in my ears. A phrase that tells me he not only cares for me—immensely—heknowsme.

His voice is a purr. “Don’t worry, baby. The fabric was made for this. It’s waterproof and easy to clean.”

I relax against my lovely chair with a soft “Ah…”

He strokes my back, avoiding the throbbing welts across my ass. I can sense him bending down, and there’s the sound of a drawer opening as he reaches beneath the magical chair. “You’re far too perfect to be in pain any longer.”

Curious, I glance over my shoulder, watching him clean himself with a cloth. He then twists the lid of a small silver pot, and the soft scent of warm vanilla reaches me. He scoops two fingers into the pot, gathering a generous amount of a clear, jelly-looking substance.

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