My little bird escaped her cage. I will bring her back.
She is mine, and she belongs in my arms and in my bed. She must be reminded of that.
Each time she defies me, the consequences will be more severe and her surrender will be more shameful. When I’m done she will be sore and sorry, but I’m not just going to punish her.
I’m going to break her.
Author: Zoe Blake
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 55,600 words
Again and again, he spanked my ass. His grip on my hair kept me in position. The rough fabric of the train seat rubbed at my knees as I squirmed with each strike. As the tears fell down my cheeks from the burning hot pain, his fingers toyed with the strap of my thong before viciously tearing it free of my body. I cried out as the lace roughly scraped against my already swollen clit.
In the silence of the train car, all that could be heard was his harsh breathing… then the sound of him lowering his zipper. That simple sound reverberated down my body like a gunshot, sending a rush of heat between my legs.
Just then, he stepped away from me. Not for one moment did I think to move even a muscle.
I knew better.
When he returned, I could smell lemon verbena. At first, I was confused, then my eyes widened with alarm. Twisting, I covered my ass with my hand as I tried to beg, “Please, Richard. I’m sorry for running! I’m sorry for not telling you about the bird! I’m sorry about everything.”
Driving his fingers into my hopelessly tangled curls, he leaned in close and snarled, “Take your punishment.”
In horror, I watched as he squeezed the contents of my small lotion bottle onto his thick, pulsating cock. Wrapping his fist around the shaft, he pumped his hand up and down the length, coating it with the soft-scented cream. My entire body trembled. I knew what was coming.
The degradation of being dominated in such an intimate, invasive way.
The pressure of his hand on my back forced me to lean forward and push my ass out even more. My knees rested on the edge of the seat as I grasped the cushioned back. As the head of his cock touched the seam between my cheeks, I couldn’t help but clench them tight in fear. That earned me several fierce spanks on my already sore and bruised ass. The next time I felt the head, I strained to keep my body still. Taking small pity on me, he rubbed the lotion-coated tip over my puckered rosebud, slightly lubricating it before his strong fingers wrapped around my hips.
“Brace yourself, little girl,” he growled.
Then he thrust his hips forward, tearing into my tight, dark hole.
The wide head popped inside before the long, thick shaft drove in deep. My back arched.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! It hurts! Please, not so hard!” I screeched.
I could feel the brush of his chest hair as he leaned over me. Biting my ear like a stallion bites a mare as he fucks her from behind, he breathed, “You will take every fucking inch.”
Ruthlessly, he tore into my asshole. My stomach cramped as I clawed at the seatback with each push of his hips. “Please!” I moaned.
I hated when he fucked my ass. Hated the way it made me feel and hated the pain. Most of all I hated the way he made me come while still buried deep inside of me. Proving to me the dominance he had over my mind and body. Proving over and over again how much I needed the pain to feel pleasure.
Looking over my shoulder, I watched as Richard tilted his head back and howled as he pounded into my small body. A beast claiming his mate.
“Touch yourself. Now,” he charged.
His balls slapped the back of my thighs as I reached between my legs and began to rub my clit, feeling my own tortured orgasm build.
“Do you like that, baby? Do you enjoy feeling me deep in your ass?”