Chapter 36

Dmitri

I’d braced for every answer imaginable but that one. Ironic, considering I should have known she’d say that. My girl is battling the good and evil in her conscience. The guilt of betrayal, the consequences of her actions, and the desire to survive with her heart, mind, and body intact has her conflicted in a lot of ways.

Punishment has become a form of adoration for her. Every time we’ve fucked, it’s been rough. Daelyn says she’s a bad girl all the time. She thinks she doesn’t know love.

I can work with all of that.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Crocodile.” Her eyes have lit up already. The shame in her tone is gone, too.

Perfect .

“Bend over my bike.”

My beautiful, tortured girl does what I say, and doesn’t even flinch when I pull out my knife and flip the blade open. I’d like to think it’s because she trusts me enough to never hurt her, but I’m not so sure that’s it. I think if I cut her, she’d only say she deserved it.

She’d be dead wrong.

Sliding her shorts down to her ankles, I make her kick them off while she faces the flower field. Biting and kissing her pert ass cheeks, I run the blade along her sweet skin, careful to not nick her. Hooking her underwear with my fingers, I pull it away from her pussy, loving that the fabric’s damp already, and I slice it with my knife, making them useless.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Daelyn. And you’re going to take it until I say otherwise.”

“Yes, King.”

My hands tremble as I unbuckle my belt and pull it free from the loops on my jeans. Folding it in half, I crack her ass with it once… twice. Two beautiful red stripes bloom on her skin and my mouth waters.

She pants, already breathless with need. “Again.”

“Shut your mouth.” I run the belt over her backside and slip it between her thighs, rubbing her wet pussy. “Bend over more and give me a hole to fuck.”

Daelyn leans so far over my bike, her feet almost lift off the ground. Obediently, she spreads her ass cheeks, giving me a choice of two perfectly fuckable holes.

“Take them both,” she begs.

I don’t have lube, so unless I plan to tear her open, her ass isn’t an option this time. Not with my fat dick. And this isn’t about my pleasure, it’s about her punishment.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” I growl from behind her. Sliding my hand between her legs, I shove two fingers in her cunt and press the handle of my knife to her asshole. Daelyn stills under me. “Still want me to take both holes?” I twist the handle, teasing her ass more.

“Y-y-es.”

That makes me pull away. The little groan she makes could be mistaken for disappointment, but I know it’s relief. She wants a painful punishment. She’s braced for me to give her that. But I’m not willing to go so far. Besides, there are better ways to punish her that don’t include pain. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”

She practically melts onto the ground and looks up at me like a puppy in training.

“Crawl.” I walk backwards and make her follow me like an animal searching for scraps of food, attention… kindness . Unfastening my fly, I lean against the wooden fence separating the road from the field and snap my fingers. “Suck my dick.”

Daelyn scurries over to me and opens her mouth, taking me in as far as she can. Her teeth graze my shaft. She gags every time my piercing slides against the back of her tongue. I fist her hair and rock into her slowly.

Very slowly.

My girl’s eyes water. There’s dirt all over her knees. She keeps trying to speed up, and each time, I pull her hair as a reminder of who’s in charge. “Go slower.”

She pouts with my dick in her mouth. It’s so fucking beautiful.

“Rub yourself.”

Daelyn shoves one hand between her thighs and does what I say. The other strokes my dick while she sucks the head harder. Eventually, her pace quickens again.

“Slower.”

She doesn’t listen. If anything, the brat goes faster.

I cram my dick down her throat once, making her gag, and then pull all the way out. “Stop touching yourself.”

Daelyn’s eyes glass over as she obeys. Desperate, needy little thing. Her tits spill out of her bra. Her cut panties barely cover her pussy and ass. We both know someone could drive through here at any time and see her being a dirty bitch on her knees for me.

I walk away from her again and climb onto my bike. She watches me in horror, likely afraid I’m going to leave her stranded here, humiliated.

“Saddle up.” I stroke my dick again. When she’s about to stand, I bark another command. “Crawl, Daelyn.”

Her head falls as she slinks over to me on her hands and knees like a good girl.

“Mount me, Firefly.”

Using the nickname washes some of the trepidation away from her expression. I lean back, spreading my thighs to hold the bike balanced and let her figure out how to climb on top of me.

I’m patient.

She’s crafty.

We both have great balance.

Daelyn slides down on my waiting dick and groans.

“Ride me slowly.”

Holding her hips, I reset the pace every time she tries to go faster than I want. I force her to go slow. Extremely slow. Her thighs start shaking in no time and I’m sure it’s from muscle fatigue. I hold us both steady, never letting her waver.

“This is torture,” she whimpers.

Tell me about it. I want nothing more than to make her come. Bend her over my bike and fuck her into oblivion. But she asked for punishment, and this is it. “Shut your mouth before I stuff it with something to keep you quiet.”

She bites her lip, her brow crinkling with hurt even as she groans while grinding against my cock. Daelyn’s so wet, I can feel it on my balls.

“Mmm. Just like that. You take me so well, baby.” My grip tightens on her hips as I rock her back and forth. Her pussy clenches my cock, and I know she’s close to coming.

“Slower,” I growl, making her lose the momentum she’s gained.

Daelyn cries out, her limbs shaking while she sags against my chest. “Please…”

She doesn’t get to say anything else. I pull her hair, making her lean back and I shove two fingers in her mouth. “I told you to shut your mouth.”

Her eyes flash with frustration that’s quickly swallowed by lust again.

Daelyn’s full lips wrap around my digits, and she sucks on them while maintaining the slow pace I’ve set for us. She feels amazing. Her pussy’s swollen, wet, and so goddamn needy, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to keep this up.

I lose myself to the pleasure and close my eyes, enjoy the exquisite torture I’ve set on us. The pace of our thrusts, the heat on our skin, the effort it takes me to balance the bike, her tongue on my fingers, her hand around the back of my neck, the way she takes every fucking inch of my cock, the way my zipper cuts into my balls, the way her teeth dig into my fingers…

My eyes pop open as pain zips through me. Daelyn’s smiling with her teeth as she bites down on my motherfucking fingers so hard it makes white dots burst in my vision.

Then she rides me faster.

My clever girl’s turned the tables on me and has flipped the dynamic.

“Fuuuuuck.” I let her do it because this feels so perfect. She bounces on my cock, making me come while biting me hard enough to make my toes curl. My orgasm pumps, sending waves of pleasure through me. My voice cracks when I groan her name. I fill her needy cunt with my cum, loving how her body squeezes me, milking me, taking it all so greedily.

After pulling my fingers out of her mouth, I glance at the impressive teeth marks embedded on my skin.

“Bad girl,” I say with a smile.

“I don’t think I know how to be any other way.”

Fine by me. I want her just as she is.

Pulling her off, I make her turn around and face forward. “Bend over.”

She practically tips herself over the handlebars, and I shove my cock inside her again. With my height, it’s easy to fuck her like this while she’s perched on my seat. But my jeans are tearing, and the zipper is still cutting into my nuts.

“Get up.” I slap her ass and have her climb off. “Go over to the fence.”

Damned if she doesn’t look over her shoulder and ask, “Walk or crawl?”

“Neither.” I pick her up and carry her myself.

The fence is made with three wooden boards, and I quickly figure out how to use them to our advantage. “Lean in through the higher gap and wrap your arms around the top board for me.”

Daelyn obeys beautifully. “I feel like I’m about to be crucified.”

“No one’s getting saved here, Firefly.” Spreading my legs, I angle my cock and impale her in one thrust. She grunts loudly, taking every inch I’ve shoved into her, and then I fuck her hard enough to make her scream my name.

It’s brutal.

Divine.

Our bodies slap together, the sun burns, the wood cuts into my hands while I hold on and I know it’s digging into her too. We don’t care. I rut her like a fucking animal.

She takes it like a queen.

“You want to come, Firefly?”

“Yes, King. Please.”

“Beg harder.”

“Please!” she scream-cries. “I need… I… I need…”

Pulling out, I turn her around so her arms can have a break, and lift her up, thrusting into her again. “You need what? Say it. Use your words.” I pound her, my fingers digging into her ass as I bounce Daelyn up and down on my cock. “Tell me what you need, Queen.”

She makes the sweetest noise I’ve ever heard in my life. Her tits bounce and legs flop while I rail her.

“Tell me what you need and it’s yours.” I want her to come around my dick hard enough to choke out all the terror racing in my veins. “Tell me.”

“I need…” She grunts. “Fuck I need…” I bang her faster… harder… “I need you , Dmitri.”

Her nails cut into the back of my neck as she clings to me. Her pussy clamps down. Her thighs shake against my arms while I fuck her so violently it hurts us both. She comes hard and long. Fat tears sail down her cheeks while her body melts, gushes, and clenches around me.

“Crocodile,” she gasps.

I yank out of her so fast, my dick’s still spurting my orgasm all over the grass. “You okay?” Her raspy breaths make me panic. “Daelyn. Are you hurt?”

“I think… I’m stroking out.” She holds her chest, her eyes wide with panic. “Oh my god, I can’t feel my face.”

I jerk my jeans up so I can move faster. “I got you.” Setting her on the ground, I squat down and cup her face. “Can you feel your left side?”

She nods while breathing even harder. Her panic is setting in. “Slowly,” I bark. “You gotta breathe deep and slow, baby.” Swiping the hair from her face, I press my forehead to hers and keep my voice steady. “In and out with me, okay?”

Inhale… exhale…

Daelyn holds my forearms, her ocean eyes locking on mine like I’m some kind of raft that will keep her afloat.

Inhale, exhale .

“Can you feel your face now?”

“It’s all tingly.”

“How about the left side of your body, can you move your arm?”

She nods and lifts her hand, wiggling her fingers.

“Right side good too?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“Smile.”

She gives me a psychotic looking grin that shows all her teeth. Both sides of her mouth are working, which is all I care about.

“Good girl.” I don’t think she’s having a stroke. She’s having a panic attack and sub drop combo.

Shit, I definitely pushed her too hard. Right when I think I’ve got my Dom tricks perfected, something like this happens and it reminds me I still have a lot to learn. “I got you,” I say, pulling her into my lap.

“I can’t feel my body. I’m floating.”

“It’s a flood of chemicals in your brain, Firefly. We overdid it.” Stroking her hair, I hold her close and feel like an asshole. I should have never done this. I thought I was giving her a distraction, but I’ve only made her worse. “I’m so sorry, Daelyn.”

“For what? Giving me the best orgasm of my life or for making me feel like I’m dying by coming too hard?”

“I shouldn’t have punished you like that without knowing your body’s limits.”

“I don’t even know my limits, Dmitri. How are you supposed to know them?”

“By paying better attention,” I growl, hugging her tight. “I let myself go and now look.”

She sighs, her breaths no longer harsh and raspy. Now, she just sounds out of breath. “I’m glad you did.”

“Says the woman who wanted punishment.”

“Says the woman who knows what it’s like to always have to toe the line.” Daelyn leans back to look at me. “Sometimes it’s good to just let go and say, ‘fuck it, I’m getting what I want’, for once.”

“Until the consequences bite you in the ass.”

“I didn’t bite your ass. I bit your fingers.” She smirks. “And you loved it.”

We both look at her teeth indents still on my skin. “I definitely loved that.”

Giggling, she rests her head on my shoulder and runs her nails up and down my back again. Just then, the sound of a car coming up the road has me covering Daelyn with my body to shield her from view. The vehicle slows to a stop, and the driver lowers his window, frowning as he looks at us.

Daelyn waves for him to keep going. “We’re all good!”

“Yeah, roll on.” I fail to keep my posture neutral. My protective instincts have me baring my teeth and arms wrapping tighter around Daelyn. I don’t want this guy seeing any part of her body.

The man doesn’t budge. “You sure you’re okay, Miss?”

“Oh yeah,” she says, flashing him a huge smile. “We’re doing great.”

Me and the guy stare at each other for a heartbeat and I cock my brow. I’ve never been suspected of violating a woman before, and I can’t help but want to explain myself to the man now. But I also don’t like the way he looks at us. He’s not concerned… he’s intrigued.

“Really. I’m fine,” Daelyn repeats. “You can leave.”

“Mind if I stay and watch?”

“Only if you want to lose your eyeballs afterwards,” Daelyn says with a psychotic grin.

On cue, I pull out my blade and flip it open. My smile matches my girl’s.

“Got it. Never mind.” The man rolls his window up and lays on the gas, speeding away.

“Come on.” Daelyn stands on wobbly legs and holds her hand out for me. “Let’s get out of here.”