Page 40 of Cruel God

One final time I stroked my cock through her swollen lips, coating it with her slick heat.

Just as I reared back an inch, ready to finally indulge in the pleasure of her body, she moved.

Her hips. They fuckingmoved.

With that almost unnoticeable movement, her disobedience shattered everything. Every. Fucking. Thing.

“Fuck!” I roared and pulled away, pushing my cock up the crease of her ass, thrusting between her ass cheeks. “Why the fuck did you go and move?”

Hope cried, and her aching sobs echoed around us when my palm came down hard against her skin—so hard it forced her forward.

The warmth I had felt inside me earlier by listening to her affectionate declaration had vanished, replaced with the cold hard reality that she fucked up, and what kind of dominant or master would I be if I allowed her to get away with it?

“Why did you move, Hope?” My palm came down hard again, slapping her ass. “Why the fuck did you disobey me? I was so close, so fucking close to making sure we both got what we needed, and you fucked it up!”

I pulled at the cuffs, wanting to let her feel pain as I felt it throbbing inside me. Anger raged as disappointment burned through my motherfucking bones. “Now, I can’t fuck you because of one stupid goddamn mistake you made.” I fisted my length in my other hand, pumping hard and rough, the fury both blistering and destroying every good fucking feeling I had two seconds ago.

“Master, please. I’m sorry. Don’t do this, don’t punish me anymore. I can’t take it.” Her voice was shaky as she pleaded between sobs. Her anguish echoed with every word; her suffering evident in the way her entire body started to shake. Her thighs were wet, her pussy swollen and so fucking ready for me to sink into. It would be so easy to fuck her anyway, go against everything that made our dynamic so fucking powerful and let her get away with her misbehavior by not following my clear goddamn order. But then it wouldn’t be us. It would tear the veil that kept us wrapped up within each other if I allowed her misdeed to go unpunished.

“Please, master. No more, please. Take me, make me yours again.”

Harder, faster, I pumped into my fist. “I can’t do that, Butterfly, and you know that. I can’t reward you if you blatantly disobeyed me.”

“Oh my God, please.” Her voice quivered, and she moved her hips, pushing back in search of me, wanting,needingmy cock.

“No!” I snapped. “You don’t deserve my cock; you spoiled little slut.”

I let go of my dick and smacked her upper thigh. The blow landed hard and loud, causing her to cry out. I grabbed my dick again, and with a few hard, relentless pumps, I came. It was the agony in her cries, the knowledge of her pain running rampant, breaking her body into fucking pieces all because of me. Of what I denied her.

My release pulsed over her bound wrists and across her back, my climax tearing through me hard and intense. It was when she felt me shoot my cum on her back that she started to weep uncontrollably, staining the silk sheets with her tears.

I groaned when I let go of my now semi-hard dick, not feeling in the least bit satisfied. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to cream her cunt with my cum. Not her goddamn back.

“Why, Hope? Why the fuck did you have to go and disobey me? You fucked it up. You fucked everything up!”

“I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, master.”

“You know I can’t let your disobedience go unpunished. And apparently, denying you my cock isn’t punishment enough.” I yanked the leather belt from my pants. The snap of genuine leather resonated around us, and Hope gasped, knowing all too well what was about to follow.

I paced up and down, my head at war with this uncomfortable ache inside my chest. My fucked up common sense said I needed to do this, punish her, and make her pay for her defiance. But there was also this strong pull deep inside me, a burn that said I had pushed her far enough.

“I don’t want to do this, Hope.”More pacing. “You know I hate punishing you.”

The only sound she made in reply was a soft whimper.

“But you give me no choice when you disobey me like this, Hope. Fuck!” I roughed a hand through my hair, frustration consuming every ounce of release I felt mere seconds ago. I was so fucking angry; I couldn’t even enjoy the last tremors of pleasure that had pulsed all over her back and hands instead of inside her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she kept on repeating between her tears. There was no doubt that she regretted her actions, but was that enough? If I let this slide, would it damage my authority over her? Make her question exactly how significant my influence was over her?

‘You have no choice.’I could clearly hear my father’s voice inside my head like the man was standing right behind me, whispering in my ear like the devil.

‘You need to make her respect you.’

‘Pain is the only language they understand.’

‘Show these women just an ounce of mercy, and you will lose their respect.’

I tightened the leather between my hands, feeling the power vibrate up my arms. It was a kind of power no one could describe, knowing that you inflicted fear and pain with a single lash of a belt.

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