Page 56 of Savagely Mated

The cane lands, and I grit my teeth as the pain rushes through me with a cold shiver. Fuck, that hurts. And fuck him if he thinks I’m going to admit it.

Crack! Crack!

Every time the cane lands, two things happen: my ass hurts substantially more, and I hate Einar just that little bit extra. This is bullshit. This is performative punishment designed to show everybody, including me, that’s he’s in control.

Crack! Crack!

Now I am going to have to make damn sure he knows there is no way of controlling me. I’m going to have to be so, so much worse.

Cracccck!

“Come here,” he says, putting the cane down after six cruel strokes.

I stand up stiffly, and he wraps me in his arms. I don’t really want a hug right now, but my body wants a lot more than a hug because my body is fully sexually insane and cannot be trusted.

My ass is burning, and I know there will be horrible marks later. The cane is an instrument that I thought the academy hadbanned, but I guess Einar doesn’t care about little things like rules.

Einar

She’s aroused again. I can smell the scent, and I feel my body answering.

“You’re such a bad little girl,” I growl, enjoying the blushing flush of her response. “Even with a sore, caned ass, you manage to disobey.”

She curls up against me, hiding from me with me. It’s an endearing little motion. I stroke her hair and her back, and I try to tell myself we’re not going to have sex, but I know we are.

I should have thought about this before I caned her at the academy. I should have done this at home.

Before I know what I’m doing, I have her on the green leather couch, straddling me because of course it’s going to hurt her far too much to lie down on her back. That means she has to crouch above me and over me, offering her sweet pink pussy to my thick cock.

“Come here,” I say, reaching for her. “Lay down on me.”

Sometimes I think I cannot beat this brat enough. Other times, I realize how little tenderness she gets from me, and the guilt is quite extreme. I want to fuck her. I will fuck her. But a little human affection is in order first, before we act like the animals we also are.

Darcy

I feel safe with this man. Sometimes I hate him. Sometimes he makes me want to scream. And he’s definitely put me through some pain, but right now, feeling his warmth, smelling his scent, I feel like I have met my match.

He strokes me and soothes me, and lets me find some comfort in him. I know he’s capable of harsh punishments, and I know I am probably still in trouble because he’s not going to let this go. But right now, he’s treating me tenderly and he’s giving me what I need.

“Are you ever going to be a good girl for me, Darcy?” He murmurs the question in my ear. “Or do you want to be Daddy’s bad little girl?”

The bolt of pure erotic electricity that runs through me when he calls me ‘Daddy’s bad little girl’ is unmatched. Holy shit, I didn’t know words could go straight to my clit.

“No need to answer,” he says, sliding his hand down over my punished ass. “I know which one of those two things you are.”

His cock slides into me, thick and dominant and possessive.

I lie on top of him and I take my fucking, his hand curled in the back of my hair to keep me in place as his cock slides in and out of me with a repeated arching of his hips.

I am so fucking wet, and I needed this very, very badly.

“You’re in trouble,” he murmurs. “And what happens to girls who get in trouble with me?”

“Mnnnn…” I can’t muster words right now.

“They get punished. I’m going to spank you again when your bottom is a little better. I’m going to take you over my knee and smack your ass red. I might spank you until you cry, Darcy. I might hold you there in front of everyone and show them how I spank my bad girl’s bottom.”

I am moaning and writhing against him as he makes those promises to me. I know when they happen, I’ll hate it. But there will be a part of me that remembers this moment, and how it feels to be getting slowly, possessively fucked by my teacher.

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