Page 111 of Claimed By Blood

I scream as the pain travels right from my ass to my clit. Pleasure and pain fuse and I can’t tell which is coming from where. I’m so close to an orgasm, but my own arousal works against me. My sopping wet cunt clamps down, but fails to stop the toy sliding down an inch, taking away the suction. I moan in disappointment.

Vane notices—of course he does. The flat, leather tip of the crop snakes around my body and gently taps the toy, sending shock waves through me.

“Please,” I gasp.

Instead of putting it back where I so desperately need it, he draws back and delivers a stinging blow to my inner thigh. My whole body arches, and the toy slides farther.

But he wants me to disobey, my mind whispers.He admitted it…

“Why should I reward someone who can’t even follow orders?” he demands. “I told you to keep it there.” Another lick of the crop, another inch of fullness lost.

My hands are digging into my breasts as I try desperately to hold the toy in place.

It’s a losing battle. He must’ve known it was when he set me the task.

Vane’s sadistic smile confirms it. The next licks of pain pepper my ass, and in a spurious moment of rebellion, I meet his eyes.

And let go with a smirk.

The toy pops free and I anticipate a thud as it lands on the floor, but Vane uses his immortal speed to catch it before it hits the ground.

“Oh dear,” he murmurs, bringing it up to his triumphant face. “You’ve made a mess of this, haven’t you?”

I know I’m supposed to be staring at the floor, but I can’t help but watch as he brings it to his mouth and laps at it like a lollipop.

“You taste delicious,” he growls, and for a second, the cold, dispassionate facade flickers, revealing the slightest hint of the animal that lurks beneath his skin before he shutters it away and takes a second lick. “Fucking addictive, but…” His eyes snap to mine before I can look away and pretend I wasn’t breaking the rules. “You earned yourself two more punishments. Get up.”

“Two!” I splutter.

“I told you to keep this in, and you were warned to keep your eyes down unless told otherwise.” Vane smirks, and the expression almost makes him seem more dangerous than Draven for a second. “You disobeyed on purpose, princess. No use pretending otherwise. Now. Get. Up.”

I wobble up on shaky legs, releasing the death grip I’ve been keeping on my breasts and gasping as I realise just how badly I’ve been mishandling them.

Vane tuts again, reminding me of a disappointed school teacher. “I didn’t say you could hurt yourself. That’s a third punishment. Bend over the bed.”

I glance at the bed, and then back at him, only to rear back as he slaps my ass with the open palm of his hand.

“Remember what I said about speed? Next time, I expect you to do things when I tell you to do them.”

But I want to play this game now. I take one step away from the bed, then another. Grinning.

The spark in his eyes at my defiance is more exciting than I care to admit.

I turn, heading for the door, but his free hand wraps around my hair and tugs me back. This time, I have no choice but to follow as he guides my body until I’m bent over the bed with my ass in the air. The moment I’m in place, he lets go and pulls over a pillow, shoving it under my hips until I’m properly supported.

“Fold your arms behind your back,” he orders.

I do it faster this time because I can feel the toy prodding back at my entrance once more.

I want it back. Need it.

It slips into place and I grab my own forearms to hold myself in place as Vane expertly lines up the tiny tormenting sucker with my clit again. Apparently, the toy was at its lowest setting before. I almost leap off the bed as he clicks a button and the intensity of the suction ramps up. Too much. Too intense.

Then he flicks on the secondary function I didn’t know existed. A low level vibration starts inside of me, and I squirm so much that he encompasses both of my wrists in one large hand and uses his grip to pin me down.

“God,” I moan, but my face is pressed into the quilt, so the word is unintelligible.

The crop comes down again, harder. I cry out with each blow, squirming against Vane’s hold even though I think I might die if he stops what he’s doing. Oddly, I start to crave the darting bite of pain it brings. It makes the intense sensations running riot in my pussy manageable.

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