16. Jurto

16

JURTO

I can't fucking think straight around this girl.

She works me up into such a rage that all I can feel is the violence pulsing through my body. It looks for an outlet, even as the blood rushes to my cock, begging for me to unleash it on her.

Gritting my teeth, I rip the flowers from her hands. "Hey!" she tries to protest. "I need those–"

I toss them to the ground as my free hand covers her mouth. "I don't give a fuck what you needed them for. What you need is to learn your lesson."

Her eyes grow wide for a second before a scowl mars her face, the defiance snapping back in place. She tries to jerk back from me, but I hold her in place with my hand wrapped around her wrists, reminding her who is in control.

But that doesn't stop Emilia. She jerks and fights like her life depends on it, and I huff, growing more and more agitated. But also, the fire in her sends arousal pouring through my body, making it hard to think of anything besides making her jerk and twitch from the pounding I give her, too consumed with pleasure that it's almost painful.

I drop my hand from her mouth, and she immediately tries to protest. "You can't just?—"

"Shut up," I snarl, my patience snapping. "You never shut up."

In one swift motion, I fist her hair, pulling her head back and dragging her in for a deep, punishing kiss. Her lips part in surprise, and I seize the opportunity, my tongue invading her mouth with a ferocity that leaves no room for resistance. She tastes sweet, like defiance and something intoxicating, something that makes me want more.

At first, she pushes against me, her hands on my chest trying to shove me away. But I deepen the kiss, my grip on her hair tightening, and slowly, I feel her resistance melting. Her body relaxes against mine, her hands sliding up to clutch at my shirt.

She succumbs to me, her mouth moving in rhythm with mine, and I can feel her need matching my own. The kiss is a battle, a clash of wills, but it's also a surrender, a giving in to the undeniable pull between us.

I pull back just enough to look into her eyes, my breath ragged. "This is what you do to me," I growl, my voice thick with desire. "You drive me fucking insane."

Her eyes are wide, her lips swollen from the kiss, and for a moment, she looks as though she's about to say something. But I don't give her the chance. I capture her mouth again, my kiss demanding and possessive. She moans softly, and the sound shoots straight to my core, making my already hard cock throb with need.

I press her back against the wall, my body pinning hers in place. She's trapped, and the realization only seems to heighten her arousal. Her hands move to my hair, tugging me closer, and I deepen the kiss, pouring all my pent-up frustration and desire into it.

Our kiss is violent, teeth and tongues warring for dominance, and when we finally break apart, I snarl in her face. "You need to be punished."

And to my surprise, she doesn't fight me. Her teeth roll over her swollen bottom lip, her pupils blown wide and her skin flushed…

Almost like she wants it.

It ignites something primal within me. I can barely contain the surge of power and desire that courses through my veins. I need to claim her, to mark her as mine in every way possible.

Without another word, I spin her around, pressing her front against the rough stone wall of the garden. My hands move with a purpose, one gripping her wrists and pinning them above her head, the other trailing down her back, feeling the curve of her spine through the thin fabric of her dress. She shivers under my touch.

"Do you know why you're being punished, Emilia?" I growl into her ear, my breath hot against her skin.

She hesitates, her body tense. "Because I spoke back to you," she whispers, her voice trembling.

"Good girl," I murmur, and for a brief moment, I let my hand caress her hip, a fleeting touch of reassurance. "But that's not the only reason."

My hand moves lower, lifting the hem of her dress slowly, exposing her bare thighs to the warm air. "You need to learn who's in control," I continue, my voice low and commanding as I pull the hem up over the curve of her backside. "And who you belong to."

I bring my hand down hard on her ass, the sound of the slap echoing through the garden. She gasps, her body jerking forward, but I hold her firmly in place. "Count," I order, my voice leaving no room for disobedience.

"One," she breathes, her voice strained. I'm shocked she doesn't argue at all. In fact, she juts her ass out a little farther, like she wants me to do it again, and I damn near blow in my pants then.

A defiant little slut is one thing. A slut that works me up until I lose my temper and then wants the punishment I'm going to give, taking it all submissively after her feisty little act…

Well, that is just what I fucking want.

Another slap, harder this time. "Count," I repeat.

"Two," she manages, her voice barely above a whisper.

I continue, each strike firm and deliberate, my hand leaving a red imprint on her skin. With each count, her voice grows shakier, but she doesn't falter. By the time I reach ten, her body is trembling, a mixture of pain and something else—something deeper, more primal.

I pause, my hand resting on the curve of her reddened ass. "Do you understand now?" I ask, my voice softer but no less intense.

"Yes," she whispers, her breath hitching. "I understand."

Satisfied, I press myself against her, my erection straining against my pants. "Good," I murmur, my voice rough with desire. "Now you'll get your reward."

I release her wrists, and she immediately braces herself against the wall, her breathing ragged. With one sharp yank, I tear her underwear out of the way. I tug her dress higher, exposing her completely, and I can't help but admire the sight before me—her skin flushed, her body ready and waiting.

I unlace my pants, freeing my aching cock, and press the tip against her entrance. She's already wet, her body betraying her need. I push in slowly, savoring every inch as she stretches to accommodate me. She moans softly, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through me.

"Jurto," she gasps, pain and pleasure coating the word.

I grip her hips, pulling her back onto me, filling her completely. "You feel that?" I growl, my voice thick with desire. "That's what you do to me."

I start to move, each thrust deep and controlled, setting a punishing rhythm. Her hands claw at the wall, her body rocking with each movement. I lean over her, my chest pressing against her back, and whisper into her ear. "You're mine, Emilia. Only mine."

"Yes," she moans, her voice breaking. "Only yours."

The sound of her submission, her acceptance, drives me wild. I increase my pace, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the garden. With each thrust, I feel her surrendering more, giving herself over to the pleasure and the pain.

I bring my hand down on her ass again, the sharp crack of the slap sending a shiver through her. "Tell me you love being treated like the little whore you are," I demand, my voice rough. "That you want me to punish you and use this tight cunt as I see fit."

" Yes ," she whines, panting through it. "I need more."

The admission sends a thrill through me, and I continue, alternating between deep, punishing thrusts and sharp, stinging slaps. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I can feel her body tightening around me, pushing closer to the edge.

But then, something unexpected happens. Amidst my need to dominate, to control, a thought crosses my mind. I want her to feel pleasure, to know that even in her submission, she can find ecstasy. The thought is foreign, almost shocking, but I give in to it.

I slow my movements, my hand trailing down her body to find her clit. I circle it gently, feeling her shudder beneath me. "Do you like that, Emilia?" I whisper, my voice surprisingly tender.

"Yes," she gasps, her body arching into my touch. "Please, don't stop."

I press my fingers more firmly against her clit, continuing the slow, deliberate movements as I resume my thrusts, each one deep and measured. Emilia's gasp turns into a moan, her body trembling with the dual sensations of pleasure and pain. The sound of her voice, the way she responds to my touch, sends a thrill through me that I hadn't anticipated.

"Please," she whispers, her voice breaking. "I need?—"

"Tell me what you need," I growl, my fingers moving faster, matching the rhythm of my hips. "Beg for it."

"Please, Jurto," she moans, her voice breathless. "Make me come."

Her words ignite something fierce within me. I tighten my grip on her hip and press harder against her clit, my thrusts becoming more urgent. I can feel her body tensing, the telltale signs of her impending climax. The thought of her coming undone because of me, under my control, pushes me closer to the edge.

"Come for me," I command, my voice rough with desire. "Now."

With a cry, Emilia's body convulses around me, her orgasm ripping through her. Her inner walls clench tightly around my cock, and it's almost too much to bear. The sight of her, the feel of her, the sound of her—it's all-consuming. I give a few more thrusts before I follow her over the edge, my release crashing through me with a force that leaves me breathless.

For a moment, we remain like that, our bodies pressed together, gasping for breath. I can feel her heartbeat, rapid and unsteady, matching my own. Slowly, I pull out of her and turn her around, lifting her chin so she meets my gaze. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips swollen from our kiss, but there's a spark in them.

And I realize that I have fucked up.

Because if I thought this girl was distracting me before, I can feel just how she is starting to consume now. She practically cracked me open by begging for more as I spanked her, filling my very soul with this desperate need for more of her.

I don't think I'll ever get enough.