Page 144 of The Oracle of Dusk

“They get punished. I’m afraid you don’t get another orgasm until you’ve earned my forgiveness.”

She liked the sound of that.

“P-please, Theron.”

He removed the belt, his smile sending a shiver down her spine.

“Get into the middle of the bed and lay on your side.”

She rushed to obey. When he joined her, he set the case by his side of the bed and withdrew the fifth rod. Aurora already knew this one would fill her the way she liked. Just as before, he coated it in lubricant. He sidled up behind her and hooked her leg over his.

“Kiss me like you want my forgiveness, Aurora.”

She pressed pleading kisses to his lips, her tongue asking for permission to touch his. When he obliged, her tongue sought his. At the same time, he pressed the fifth rod inside her. She exhaled in pleasure as he pumped it inside her, hitting her in all the delicious ways she loved. They lay there like that for some time, exploring each other with kisses while he thrust the glass inside her. But the moment she tried to angle her hips for more, he withdrew the rod completely. She nipped his lip in protest.

His eyes flared with heat.

“That didn’t feel like you wanted my forgiveness. And if you don’t want that, then it can only be because you want to be more sternly punished instead,” he purred.

Aurora shivered.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You want me to treat you like a bad girl, Aurora?”

She nodded.

“Then get the next rod and fit it inside your pussy. Once you’ve done that, you’ll suck my cock until I’m satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson.”

Aurora swallowed. She wanted more. She wanted him to conquer her. But in order for him to do that, she needed to fight him—and lose. Aurora took a steadying breath. Would he understand what she wanted?

“Make me.”

His breath hitched, eyes darkening with lust. Theron grabbed her by the hair, never tight enough to cause her pain, but just enough to have control of her head. He delivered a punishing kiss. She twisted, her skin flush against his, her nails pressing into his chest. The harder her nails bit into the perfect skin there, the more brutal his kiss. Intoxicated by the violence, Aurora ground against his erection and bit his lower lip. He pulled her head away from his, breathing ragged.

He’d never looked more wild, more aroused. Theron touched his lower lip with his tongue. She’d stopped just short of drawing blood there, but even now, beads of it formed where her nails scored his skin.

“Do you know what I do to brats like you?”

She raised her chin defiantly as she panted.

“I tame them,” he growled.

Theron released his hold on her head and grabbed the belt once more, this time pinning her hands behind her back. Aurora fought, trying half-heartedly to dislodge him as he bound her, her heart pounding in excitement. This was what she’d craved. As she scrambled to her knees, Theron was already pouring the liquid over the sixth glass rod. He pushed her onto her back, then grabbed her thighs and pulled her close to the edge of the bed. She tried to close her thighs, to deny him access, but he pressed his thighs between hers, forcing her to open wide. With one hand on her belly, he used the other to press the sixth rod inside her, inch by slow inch, his eyes on hers the whole while.

Aurora cried out as it stretched her taut. Once he’d fit it inside her, she was forced to catch her breath. She’d never felt so full, and she wasn’t even ready to take him. But she loved this ruthless passion from him. Heady with pleasure, she dared to demand more, even as he thrust the rod in and out in slow, small thrusts.

“F-fuck you,” she whimpered.

“You have a filthy mouth,” he retorted. “I think it’s time we put it to good use.”

He cupped her behind her head and levered her up, forcing her to splay her legs and sit on the rod. She moaned as it pressed further inside her. He stood in front of her, his erection pressed to her lips, one hand on her shoulder, the other behind her head. In this position, her every move was his to dictate. She was entirely under his control.

“You know what I want,” he said.

It was so big, if he pushed even a little too hard, she would choke on it. Fear pierced the fog of lust.

“I’m scared,” she whispered.

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