Chapter 21 Steamy punishment 3
Chapter 21: Steamy punishment 3
Milo pov
My brain couldn't process his words, or anything else at all. Exhaustion crept inside me like a shadow. I could not feel my limbs and body anymore. My mind felt like it was floating. All I could focus on was the tight heat, the violent raw affection, and the dominance radiating off him like a second skin.
“Please… Daddy…” I whimpered. “I… I can’t… I’m gonna…”
“No,” he growled into my ear, pulling me closer to his body, one hand held me across my chest, the other held me at the waist, as I felt his large cock poking on my hole.
I bit down on my forearm to keep from screaming as he thrusted inside me with quick reflexes. I jerked away, but his hold was an iron grip, impaling me on his cock, before just enough to slap his cock before slamming back in. “You’ll hold it. You’ll take it without complaints. And you are not allowed to cum. Only for my enjoyment.”
A fresh wave of pain and pleasures hit me all at once, not giving me time to adjust, as he started pounding away. The new position made it easier for him, slamming my prostate, every now and then.
The intensity was too much. I could feel myself climbing, my legs were barely touching the ground, as the only thing holding me was just his powerful hands. and the coil inside me is tightening with terrifying speed.
“Fuck you are soo fucking tight” he growled like an animal. increasing his pace and thrust. I almost saw stars, darkness crept into my vision, as I continued to mumble incoherent words, barely conscious.
I was losing it, my inside was in chaos, and me, I have long since lost my voice from screaming. I felt his cock inside me, throbbing uncontrollably, as he even slammed deeper, like he wanted to reach my soul.
“Fuck you pet…”
But just as the pressure swelled past the point of no return, just as I felt the world begin to snap, he stopped.
The pent up heat, Everything stopped.
No thrust, no feeling of being filled up to the brim. Just silence, the sound of my desperate breathing
Confusion filled my half conscious self, but before I could do anything about it, I felt my body hit the hard floor. Followed by a white sticky substance that continued to rain down on my whole body.
He had pulled out of me with speed, before shooting his load all over my body. I felt the feeling of adrenaline fading off from my body, bringing with it the aftermath of what my body went through.
My body throbbed with pains. I couldn’t feel my limbs, and my hole…, it was the source and center of all the pains traveling though my body at the moment.
“I am done with you” He said, looking at me with a new look of disgust and irritation.
My heart crashed in my chest. I turned to look at him, confused, and filled with panic.
“This is where you will sleep tonight” pointed at the cage at the far corner of the room. “Don't you dare clean my cum off your body, and I don't want to hear any noise from you…”
“Traitor”
Tears welled up in my eyes, I held a hand to my mouth to stop myself from sobbing out aloud. As I didn't know what would happen if I disobeyed him this time.
I managed to pick my broken body, holling up in the cage, like a used and discarded ragdoll.
The pain swelling in my heart was even greater than the one coming from my behind, but I couldn't do anything about it.
This was my punishment. What I have pleaded to be.
His pet, his toy, and his plaything.
And for once since I came to his pack. I was treated like one.
The first thing I felt was the chilling cold. The type of cold that sips into your soul.
I instinctively wrapped a hand around my body. My bones and teeth clatter in the process. My body was a wrecking mess. My lower back continues to throb in pain, like it was set on fire.
My muscles throbbed, my joints ached, as jolts after jolts of pain continued to travel through my weak body.
Then came the scent, and I forced myself to sit up. I'm biting my lips from screaming out in pain. My eyes darted around my surroundings.
Where was I?
My vision pulsed in and out as my eyes tried to adjust to the dim light. The air was damp and gloomy. The walls, they were not your normal beautifully designed concrete walls that the palace was made of. Noo
This one was made of pure stones, with rough edges, and my brain struggled to process what was happening.
Underground…
I was in a dungeon. A place reserved for criminals or traitors. That was when I heard it, the brokenness and cries of anguish coming from the entrance.
I gasped, gritting my teeth. I crawled towards the bars, but I discovered a little too late, what a bad decision it was.
A loud yelp escaped my mouth. As blisters immediately appeared on my palms.
Wolfsbane.
The arch enemies of my kind. It was very lethal and dangerous to werewolves. That even the faintest touch is as deadly as anything else. It burned with every breath, a quiet, invisible poison slowly sucking the strength from me. Now that I know, I discovered with horror in my eyes that all the corners of the cell wall probably contain wolfbane.