THE PUNISHMENT

"Look at me, Ellie!" His call in a roguish voice freezes my groans, and his coercive thrusting abruptly stops, causing me to jerk.


I peel my eyes open to meet his frosty, menacing ones.

We are in the...nth round of steaming hot and violent sex, and I should be sobbing. It was the sixth round when I last checked, which was approximately an hour ago. He is acting like a frenzied beast, and I am incapable of stopping him. I am powerless beneath him. The only thing remaining is him tying me to this bed and shoving his cock up to my core. How I am still alive after all these rounds is a miracle that I cannot explain.

"Damian, please!" I strain with my labored breathing and the discomfort of my soreness down there. My walls are in shambles. I am afraid it is not the normal soreness that I was used to that is burning down there. The worst part is that he is still not showing any signs of stopping.


I'm fully aware that when I erroneously howled that idiot's name, I bruised his ego. I hurt him. I get it, but if castigating me was all he needed to stroke his ego, shouldn't he be satisfied by now? This is too much.

"I want you to keep your eyes on my face as I fuck that bastard's name out of your brain and don't," he pauses to pick up the pace again and savagely thrusts in, tearing my walls completely. "Don't ever forget this face you are looking at right now; is that clear?"


"Yes, Damian! Ooh, yes. Oooh...Aaah." It is strange that I can still muster the energy to moan out in the midst of all these. Or that I am not cursing him right now. I should be cursing him, right?

"Yes? Yes, who?" He roars in a formidable tone, his eyes turning utterly dark and cold, and his balls bash into my butt as his cock rapidly and deeply advances with each thrust. His entire masculine body is covered in beads of sweat, ascertaining his hard work as he pounds on me with wild pleasure.

"Yes... Da...m...Damian!" I murmur between moans.

For the nth time, I am perilously close to the edge. Every round, I have cummed more than once, and this one is certainly no exception.

"Damian! I...ooh...i...aah...ooh, shit!"

He stops abruptly just when my walls are painfully curling around his member, making me curse. I am shaking like the crumbling walls of Jericho as I wrap a leg around him, beseeching him not to abandon me like this. I don't know myself anymore. Who am I? because Ellie Riccaford wouldn't be entertaining this, not to mention enjoying it! How can I cope in this situation?

"Damian, please! Please, finish this," I plead.

"No!" He roars, making me shake even more.

No?

My lower belly is hurting like hell with the excruciating pain of cum. I have to release it. "Please, Damian! Fuck me, please!" I beg, and I can't believe I am doing this. Me, begging for sex? This isn't me.

"Is that what you want?"

Damn!

How can he freaking ask that while pulling out his damn cock? Is he planning to starve me with this desire to die or what?

I jerk and groan with a painful disappointment. "Please, Damian, don't do this." My clitoral area is throbbing really badly. He just can't leave me like this.

"Okay. Lie on your belly!" He orders, and like an obedient, submissive puppy, I don't wait to be told a second time. I ask zero questions. I flip on my belly in a swift roll.

I quickly roll onto my belly and glance at him behind my shoulder as he lingers on top of my back, unsure of what he wants to do. I hope he isn't aiming at my ass.

He pushes my right leg up to my chest alongside his as his heavy weight descends on me. His dear boner re-enters me from behind, and my entire body trembles in adoration as it slowly thrusts into the deepest part of my core. It feels so fulfilling.

"Arche your sweet ass a little to me," He groans hoarsely, licking my earlobe, his right hand sneaking its way to my boobs, giving them a good squeeze and molding them.

I obey his order. Ooh, how can I not if he is this sweet? I am on my way to the moon, and it feels all so glorious.

"Mmh, you are so good and submissive, huh?" He whimpers, trying to capture my lips and I raise my head and elevate it off the plush mattress so he can access them.

He kisses me, and I moan softly as he pauses to lick his lips while studying my expression.

"Yes. Only to you," I whisper.

I swear, this man will be my death! What kind of admissions am I making, huh? That explains why his mischievous, diabolical grin is so broad. I must sound like I'm dying for a fuck. I had no idea that a person's desire for sex could turn them into a sincere, poor beggar. Holy fuck!

"To me, alone? Does my cock satisfy you?" He queries, maintaining eye contact, and I try hard not to let him down.

"Ooh...yes. Yes."

"You like it?

"Oooh, I love it."

"So you won't ever confuse it with someone else's?" His eyes change all of a sudden—they are flickering with fire and ice. That must have hurt so much.

"No, Damian."

He starts picking up the pace even more—fast, rough, deeper, and all so heavenly. He encompasses our upper bodies tightly as he showers us both with immeasurable pleasure. As I feel the liquid beginning to leak out of my stomach, I close my walls tighter around him and begin to groan once more.

God, oh God! For goodness sake, what kind of fuck has that jerk been giving me for the past two years, huh? Never did it get this savory or come close to being this wild. Which section of my spot has his diminutive dick been hitting that has never felt this good?

"Arch all your asses to me, baby," he orders, and I waste no time in obeying. "Right. Give me your all." I arch again, lifting my belly and ass from the bed, my chest being the one pressed on the mattress. I am sure my back forms a beautiful curve.

"Like that? Does it fit between your fronts?" I said I was losing my mind, and I really am. Forgive my messy brain for now.

"Perfectly, baby. Ooh, so perfect."As he beautifully draws me to the edge of this blissful spectacle, my senses begin to fade. I am a shaking, whimpering wrech. I have curled up all of my toes to prevent this sensation from ever dissipating.

"Aaah...ssss...ooh...faster Damian. Hard, Damian! Harder! I am...ooh...ooh. I..."

He is at the top of the pace, melting down all the senses, fears, and worries in me—particularly everything in me. I surrender my all to him.

"Like that? Am I hitting you right, Ellie?" He asks, his heavy breathing echoing through the room.

"Ooh, yes. You are... ooh I am..." I can't remember what I wanted to scream.

"Who is fucking you?"

"You, Damian."

"Who is making you feel this good?"

"Ooh. You... You, Daddy Damian!"

"Whose cock is making you cum for the twenty-first time?"

Holy fuck! What's that? Was he counting? How did he manage to keep the truck?

"You, Daddy. Ooh...ooooohh, Dam...Damia...DAMIAN!"

"ELLIE!"