Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
He rubs my back as I squirm on his knot, doing nothing to give me an orgasm, but making sure his cock stays deep inside me, and his seed as well. Damon’s hands slide from my wrists, one of them pats my cheek gently before he gets up and goes back to the dishes. Conroy has not moved throughout these proceedings, watching me be pussy spanked and bred with an expression I can only describe as satisfied.
I don’t get to come, and I don’t get to feel better either. As Tailor slides out of me, I feel a rush of hot seed sliding out of my ravaged pussy, and an internal ache that I know will last for hours, if not days.
Conroy’s punishments always make me feel sore, but satisfied. Tailor has made sure I don’t get relief or release. He’s left me feeling every bit of the punishment, and the guilt that comes from realizing I probably did actually deserve it. It sucks to be wrong.
“Come here,” Tailor says, his tone gentler as he helps me up. I try to hide my face from him, but he won’t let me. He turns me toward him, angling my face with two fingers on my chin.
“Stop it,” I mumble.
“I won’t stop it,” he says firmly. “Look at me and tell me how you’re feeling. I want to know what you’re thinking too.”
I don’t want to say. It’s all so awful and so muddled and I am feeling very sore and very sorry for myself.
I squirm away from him, but he pulls me gently back.
“Tell me,” he says firmly.
He won’t let me get away. Won’t let me evade. And I’d usually become very terrible at a time like this, act out and fuck something up, but I’m too sore to do that.
“Kita. Talk to me,” he says. “Come on.”
I start crying again. Harder than before, and without any of the pleasure of being fucked at the same time. I hate this. I want to be strong. I want to be untouchable. I’d rather drive that truck through a thousand enemies than face my own mate right now.
“Shhh,” he says, soothing me with a snug hug.
“You should get a different mate,” I sob. “I’m not good. I do bad things all the time. I only do bad things. Exclusively terrible stuff.”
He holds me close, my head on his shoulder, my tears leaking onto his shirt. His arms are wrapped firmly around me, keeping me in place and giving me a deep sense of comfort.
“Whatever you’ve done is not the same as whoever you’re going to be in times to come,” he says. “It’s possible to turn over a new leaf, and that’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to be a good girl for us, because we are going to make sure you are. What you’re feeling now is discipline. It doesn’t always feel good, but it’s necessary.”
I hide my face in his chest and I ensure I say nothing else, because everything feels like a damning confession.
Tailor
She’s actually taken her punishment rather well. I’m quite proud of her. I’m quite proud of myself too, and in a far better mood now that I have finally mated her. She felt like perfection when she was wrapped around my cock, every bit of her body responding to me, her wet and warm walls clasping at me with animal desperation. If I was worried about being left on the outside, I’m not anymore. She’s made for me, and I know it.
“You’re being a good girl,” I assure her, rubbing her back in slow circles. “I know it didn’t feel like it, but you’ve done such a good job taking your punishment. And I know you’re going to learn your lesson, even if it takes a few tries. This is new, and you’re adjusting.”
She is so adorable when she sobs. I shouldn’t take as much satisfaction and enjoyment in it, I suppose, but feeling her quivering pussy tight around my knot while she shook with well-deserved contrition was a sexual memory I will cherish for a very long time.
Damon extends his arms, as if asking for her. I relinquish her into his care and watch as he carries her away like a bride being taken over the threshold. She seems grateful for his interference. She doesn’t know him terribly well yet. His silence is covering for myriad sins.
He takes her back to the bedroom, and a few minutes later, Conroy and I hear moans issuing from that little room. Curious, the pair of us get up and look in, not to interrupt, but to see. We might both have bred her in rapid succession, but we’d not miss the sight of her third mating.
Damon is coiled around Kita, his cock deep inside her. Her pale thighs are spread for his dick, his hand is over her mouth, keeping her quiet. Her pussy is quite red and swollen from previous punishments and breedings, and I’m sure it aches from taking two thick knots inside one after the other, but she’s not fighting him the way she always fights Conroy, and she hasn’t been punished in the same way I punished her, but she seems settled with him in a way she is not settled with either of us. Damon may not know what to say, but he always seems to know what to do.