Page 28 of Dead Woman Walking

My body jolts, obviously not expecting to get spanked right now of all times. I was sad, and now I am in lust driven pain.

“Say it!”

“This isn’t punishment,” I tell myself in the mirror. I like this.I like the pain that reminds my nerves of what fire tastes like.

He slaps my ass again, and the sound echoes in the room.

Though my body is ready for it, it still stings. My core tightens a bit as I hiss in pain.

“Say, I am beautiful, no matter what fucking creepy rapists think.”

I’m not saying all that.

Slap!

“Ky! Stop!”

“That’s not our safe word,” he snaps darkly, voice heavy with need.

My body aches, my pussy throbbing along with the pain.

“Tell yourself you are beautiful, Artemis. Let me hear it,” he encourages again.

My eyes flicker to him in the mirror. His eyes are on my face as his hands rub against his aching length. The same hand that inflicted me pain. My eyes land on me again, and my throat dries. Slowly, I work the words up my throat. “I am… beautiful.”

“Louder.”

“That wasn’t the deal!” I snap, eyes moving to see his hand flash as it slaps against my ass.

I howl in pain, eyes tearing up.

The same hand grabs my throat and guides my eyes to myself in the mirror. For a moment, in the deep glow of red led lights, kneeling before a buff man who would die for me, I feel beautiful. A goddess with her court of men who worship her.Why can’t I worship her too? Why am I working against her?

“Artemis,” he warns, lifting his other hand.

I flinch and blurt out what he wants to hear. “I’m beautiful! I’m beautiful!”

He smirks, hand softly rubbing my blazingly hot ass.

Is this over now?

“Now, say it while I make you come.”

“What?”

Kyler pulls his shirt over his head, strands of his black hair drop against his face. Instantly, his fingers are on me, circling my clit.

“K-Ky!” My hips push back as the air leaves my lungs.

He groans, making me look up in the mirror. His eyes are locked on my ass and partially on my pussy. He must feel my eyes on him because he looks up to mine in the mirror.

“Look at your face. Watch yourself as I please you, Princess.”

I want to refuse, but then I see him drop down to his elbows. His rough wet tongue licks right through my wet folds, all the way up to my asshole.

A moan chokes right in my throat, my mouth staying ajar.

Then he does it again.

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