Chapter 14

NATALEE

I stoodin the center of the room while Knot circled me slowly, as though he were a predator sizing up his prey. As though he were deciding how best to devour me, and whether he ought to play with his food first. I couldn’t stop shaking, and goosebumps prickled my flesh all over.

But despite my nervousness, the ache in my core only increased. I was becoming so needy that I could feel my arousal coating my inner thighs. I swallowed hard and lowered my head. Perhaps if he sensed just how sorry I was, he would go easy on me.

My gaze traveled to his discarded pants, and I caught the gleam of his belt buckle. Would he fetch the sturdy leather belt and use it on me? The prospect of a whipping caused my shivers to come faster, and I fought the urge to press my thighs together to relieve the building ache.

A quick glance up showed Knot’s nostrils were flared. He took a long, deep breath, and pleasure lit in his dark eyes, followed by a knowing look, a half-smirk that caused my face to flame with embarrassment.

He knew. He knew how wet and achy I was becoming.

He paused in front of me and reached for my core. I shuddered as he gently, teasingly, dragged a digit through my slick folds. I whimpered and jolted slightly when he grazed over my clit.

“Naughty female,” he said in that familiar seductive, deep voice I’d come to love. “I ordered you to swallow every last drop of my seed, but you failed to comply.” He made a tsking noise and shook his head again.

“Again, I am so sorry. Master,” I whispered. It took everything inside me not to jerk my hips forward and seek out more of his touch. Gods, I could scarcely control myself. A few rubs to my clit, and surely, I would shatter. But he removed his hand from my center and took a step back, and I gave up hope that he would allow me a release anytime soon.

“Stand tall and jut your breasts out,” he ordered with a nod at my bosom. “Also, clasp your hands atop your head and move your feet apart a few steps.”

My breath caught in my throat as I hurried to comply, even as dread curled inside me. What was he planning? As I held the awkward position, a sense of vulnerability swept through me.

Exposed. I was very exposed like this. He had access to my pussy and my breasts. I’d expected a spanking or a whipping, but it would seem he had something else in mind. Clearly, this predator had decided to play with his meal first.

I watched in shock as he reached for his pants and withdrew the leather belt from the waist. My heart thudded faster in my chest, and my nerves increased.

“I suspect, after I’m through administering your punishment,” he said in a no-nonsense tone, “that you will be more careful as you swallow my seed next time.” He met my eyes. “I mean to teach you a lesson in obedience, female. Be cooperative, and I’ll be more lenient with you. If you attempt to avoid the lashes, I will be forced to bind you to the bed, and then your punishment will be much worse than I’m planning. Will you be cooperative?”

I whimpered and blinked fast as I eyed the horrible implement in his hand. How badly would it hurt? I chided myself for not being more mindful as I swallowed his seed. “I-I will be cooperative, sir. Master.”

His gaze flared with pleasure. “Good.” He wrapped the buckle end of the belt around his hand several times, leaving a short tail of leather. He tested the belt against his flattened palm, swatting once, then his eyes met mine. “Hold position, Natalee.”

I braced myself for the first lash, for the first bite of pain. He didn’t make me wait long. A second later, he stepped forward and swung the leather across my breasts, though in truth, it wasn’t an especially harsh lash. Still, it stung, and I cried out. Thankfully, I managed to hold position.

He circled me again, and the next lash hit my bottom cheeks. Again, it wasn’t a severe strike, and I reminded myself that if I broke position and he ended up tying me to the bed, it would be so much worse.

But how many lashes did he plan to apply to my breasts and ass? How long would he expect me to stand in this vulnerable position? I sucked in a deep breath as he commenced walking around me yet again. Though he wasn’t wearing shoes, I imagined I heard his steady bootsteps in my head, an ominous sound that increased my trepidation.

He continued in this fashion, circling me, then pausing to administer a quick lash to my breasts or backside, and then he would start circling me all over again. I felt utterly at the mercy of this huge orc who wanted to keep me as his wife. I pushed the thought away and tried to focus on the moment, rather than the complicated situation I’d found myself in at The Sweet Siren with a dominant former priest who’d purchased my nights in perpetuity.

He paused in front of me and brought the leather down across my bosom three times in quick succession, and my legs trembled as I struggled to remain in position. My clit pulsed and my quim ached, a deep ache that would only be quenched with a rough session of fucking. Would he claim me again later? Would he allow me a release? Gods, I prayed he would.

He walked around me and struck my upper thighs, first the left one and then the right, before he focused on my ass cheeks. I tightened my fingers together and tried to take in steady breaths as he lashed my bottom over and over, bringing the leather down with more force than before. Whimpers and moans emanated from me, noises of pain and urgent need. With each stinging lash, the ache in my core only deepened.

Perspiration trickled down my temple, and I found myself on the verge of tears as my clit throbbed harder. Touch me, I wanted to beg. Please touch me, Master.

Relief washed through me when Knot tossed the belt toward his discarded pants. I released a long breath, hoping the pain was over. He stood in front of me and gazed at my lashed bosom. I glanced down and saw the faint lines left by the belt. He reached out and gently, almost reverently, traced those lines. He stood so close that his erect cock brushed against my stomach.

“Good female,” he said in a praising tone. “You took your thrashing well.”

My relief increased, and so did the waves of submission that kept crashing over me. I was happy to have pleased him. I ached to surrender to him fully, to give all of myself to the huge, muscular male. My body. My heart. My soul. Gods, I was a fool, but I couldn’t stop the thoughts from surfacing in my mind.

After he finished tracing the lines on my breasts, he moved around me and did the same to the marks on my buttocks, drawing soft lines across each cheek, as well as my upper thighs. A satisfied growl rumbled from his throat, causing shivers of pleasure to affect me.

The evidence of my arousal coated my inner thighs, and I knew he must’ve seen it. Not that he couldn’t smell it… it would seem that orcs possessed heightened senses compared to humans, and I flushed with the knowledge that I could never hope to conceal my arousal from him. I supposed I was lucky he couldn’t read my thoughts. Thank the gods for that.

He moved in front of me and cupped my face, and I trembled in his hold. His eyes glimmered with warmth for a second, but the stern mask he’d worn while whipping me soon returned. “Your punishment is almost over, human female.”

“Almost?” I whispered.

A dark, wicked gleam entered his gaze, and he nodded. “Yes, almost.” He released my face and turned me toward the bed. “You have another punishment fuck to endure first, and I’m afraid it’s going to be much more severe than the first one you received this evening.”

Another punishment fuck? All the air left my chest, and the heat surging between my thighs throbbed more fiercely. I struggled to breathe as Knot proceeded to help me into position, bent over the bed with my legs spread wide, my wet quim jutted out and on display.

Knot growled. “I need you higher on the bed.” He grabbed two pillows, lifted me briefly to place them beneath my stomach, then rearranged me to his liking, again with my center spread wide for claiming. For punishment. “Much better.”

He patted my sore bottom cheeks, then commenced rubbing them as he stood behind me, his erect cock brushing against the backs of my thighs. Eventually, he gripped my ass, spread my cheeks wide apart, and placed his cock directly at my core, positioning himself to thrust deep in my aching quim, though not quite entering me.

Propped up on the pillows, so very high on the bed, my toes couldn’t touch the ground. I couldn’t move much at all, and I gripped the bedcovers and held my breath, waiting for that first brutal drive.

Would it hurt?

Would it hurt and bring pleasure at the same time?

Gods knew how badly I was aching to be filled up. Surely, I would derive some pleasure from the rough pounding he was about to give me. Even if he didn’t allow me to come, at least I would feel his hugeness inside me, filling up the parts of me that needed to be filled.

Keeping my cheeks spread wide, he applied pressure to my aching chasm, and I sucked in a huge breath as I trembled and ached and silently pleaded for that first thrust.

“Remember this is a punishment, Natalee.” His fingers tightened on my bottom. “You’ll be an obedient little slave and remain in place while your master fucks you fast and hard to teach you a lesson, won’t you?”

I whimpered. “Yes, Master.”

“Good little female.”

Then he slammed into me with a force that made my head spin. He immediately set a rapid, punishing pace of fucking.