Page 58 of Gladiator's Captive
I wanted Rager to punish me.
“I do,” I breathed out like it was my last breath. “I accept whatever punishment you want to inflict on me.”
“Good.” Rager bent over my body, brushing my nakedness with his own hot, hard body. “Because I’m going to punish you long and hard.”
Rager straightened and the leather snapped again, the sound dry and loud in the deafening silence of the room.
“Do not move and do not make a sound.”
His hand closed on my nape, his fingers light and hot at the same time. He traced the line of my spine with a slow, torturous pace.
I bit the inside of my cheek, remembering Rager’s instruction to stay perfectly still and silent. His fingers slid over the round orbs of my bottom cheeks, kneading the soft, firm flesh. Then Rager withdrew his hand and the entire universe suspended in waiting.
The sound of leather traveling through air at high speed came to my brain, immediately followed by sharp, blinding pain. A cry almost slipped my lips, but I swallowed it before making a sound.
A flurry of swift blows followed, covering the naked, sensitive flesh of my bottom cheeks as Rager proceeded to swat every inch of my skin until a burning, biting agony was all I could feel. I bit down harder on the inside of my cheeks to prevent myself from screaming. Blood pearled on my tongue, but still, I kept silent. Obeying was a strange way to prove to Rager that I cared, that I wanted to please and pleasure him.
That I was worthy of his love just as he was worthy of mine.
Still, Rager brought the belt down on my flesh, his attention turning to the thin, sensitive skin at the top of my thighs. I kept silent even as pain melded with the pulsing in my clit and into an agonizing burn, hot wetness coating my pussy with need.
Then, finally, Rager stopped. I could hear his breathing, hard and fast, jagged behind me. I could feel his gaze on my skin, the heat of his desire.
“You did good.” He breathed out hard. “You’re so beautiful like that.”
Rager’s hand closed on my punished skin. I swallowed a whimper and at the same time a moan of pleasure. His hand moved on my cheeks, massaging the sensitive flesh into some numbness. His fingers trailed from the burning of my skin to the slick wetness of my pussy. As his fingers connected with my moist, hypersensitive flesh, my core clenched with need. My clit pulsed so hard it hurt and I knew the barest touch there would send me into a hurling hurricane of pleasure.
I wanted him to touch me there. Just for a bit.
I almost moved, but stopped myself at the last second. Rager hadn’t told me I could move.
“You’re so wet for me.” There was a purr in Rager’s voice. “You’re so ready to come, I can smell it.”
His fingers lingered, moving between the wet lips of my pussy, but never quite moving to where I wanted him to. More hot wetness spread, coating his fingers. Rager collected it and moved his hand up to my puckered hole, working the slick around the tight circle of muscles.
I quivered with fear but also with arousal.
“Now, my Serena, I will fuck you hard there, and you will take it without complaint.” Rager inserted his thumb in my tight hole, the invasion sending pinpricks of sensation into my body. “Say you want it.”
“I do. I want this.” My voice was a quivering thread, but I pushed the words out. I knew it would hurt, but I was also so turned on that I didn’t care. If pain was the price of pleasure with Rager, then I would embrace it entirely.
“Good girl.” Rager moved behind me, his large, muscular legs bracing behind mine. The sensation of his hands, spreading my cheeks wider sent a ripple of apprehension down my spine.
I didn’t have time to adjust to the feeling or to dwell on my fear. Rager gathered more slick from my drenched pussy and spread it around my opening. The blunt tip of his cock came to rest at my back entrance. His fingers dug in the flesh of my hips, and he pushed his cock inside me.
His cock was large and long and he didn’t go gentle as he pushed it all the way inside. The stretch burned, but the onslaught of sensations faded the pain to a remote fact.
I moved, unable to follow Rager’s command anymore.
Rager punished me by pulling back and slamming in, his cock impossibly hard and large in my tight hole. Then again, and again. Pain and pleasure built inside me, but no matter how hard Rager pounded into my back hole, there was still an aching emptiness in my pussy and my clit was still throbbing with need.
This was a whole new level of torture. Making me embrace pain with a pleasure that would never truly fulfill me.
I understood now what Rager did and could only hope that he would grant me my release in the end.
I couldn’t hold my moaning anymore. It ripped from my lips in a steady flow, the sound one of pure surrender. My clit pulsed and throbbed so hard the need hurt and my pussy clenched as Rager kept pounding into me.
I knew he was coming close to his own climax and it made me desperate to come.
