Page 55 of Claimed by the Clan Chief

“Have I said this is over?” He pressed her down.

“No.” She sniffed and he wondered if she was crying. If so then perhaps it had come to an end. He’d heated her flesh enough if tears were falling.

He studied her rump. Aye, it was glowing indeed. He was sure it would be visible even in a darkened room.

“You’re taking your first spanking well,” he said, sliding his fingers down the crease of her buttocks.

“Thank you.” Her legs relaxed, her toes resting back on the floor whereas they had been hovering several inches from it.

“I can see your bottom is red and sore, but what other effects has it had on you?”

“I’ve learned my lesson. No more ill wishes.”

“Good, but not quite what I meant, sweet wife of mine.”

“So what did you… oh!”

He’d delved lower, slipping two fingers to her warm pussy. She was wet and his skin glided against hers.

He smiled down at her. Wee minx had squealed and kicked but heating her ass had also created heat in her cunny.

Pushing inside her, he found the delicious dampness of her arousal and was rewarded by a small moan rumbling from her throat. That was a sound of pleasure, not of pain or humiliation and it pleased him.

He tilted his fingers and rubbed her deep inside, loving how she gripped him with her internal muscles and yet another moan rolled from her mouth.

Oh, yes. She was as aroused as he was hard. Which just proved what a good match they were.

He reached for her hair with his free hand and gathered it into a rough ponytail.

She raised her head when he tugged, her back arching.

He admired the delicate shape of her neck, shoulders, and spine. Tipped over his lap like this, she was indeed a rare beauty.

He continued to work her pussy, the soft sounds of her pleasure filling the room and speeding his heart. Soon he’d take her, but not yet, he had other plans.

He withdrew and slid his touch upward a fraction, to the small pucker of her anus. Pressing at the very centre he gained a tiny bit of entry.

“Oh! What are you…” She tried to squirm away but he held her secure.

“Sh, my love. You are mine, are you not?”

“Aye, you ken I am.” Her breaths were coming quick.

“And as such I own you, every inch of you.” He studied the way the tip of his finger had disappeared into her tight hole. “Including this.”

She didn’t reply though a quiver went down her back and shook her entire body including her rosy buttocks.

He smiled and entered her deeper, the slick moisture that coated his fingers from her cunny easing his way.

Her hole parted for him, the delicate ring of muscle opening.

A small groan caught in his chest and his cock surged. Soon he’d be inside her fully, right here. He’d be gentle, there’d be no wild thrusting, he had every intention of making sure she enjoyed him being there.

“See, it’s not so bad, is it?” he said.

“No, sir.”

“You may even come to love it.”

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