Chapter 181: Grace
I flinched. Rhys slapped my ass. Hard. I didn’t know what to expect, but this wasn’t it. Again. The slap reverberated off the walls, and for a second, I was back in that dungeon. Back to the dark. Back to starving. Back to pain. Except it wasn’t actually dark, I just had to open my eyes. I was with Rhys. And though my ass stung, it didn’t really hurt. Rhys would never actually hurt me, and with that realization, I relaxed a little.
He smacked it again and again and again, forming a sort of rhythm now. I had never been spanked as I child, that would have required my father to be in close proximity to me, but I didn’t think it normally went like this. I let out a little cry as he hit it a little harder, and his fingers traced my labia in a tantalizing way.
“Good girls, get to cum, Gracie,” He teased, “Are you a good girl?”
“I try to be!” I sounded a little desperate, why did I sound a little desperate.
“Good girls don’t sneak out into the woods and then lie about it.” He was using his sultry voice. Goddess, why was I so turned on? What was he doing to me? “Good girls don’t keep secrets from their mate, Gracie.”
“I’m sorry.” I answered as I tried to remind myself that I had to breathe.
“You were a bad girl, Gracie. And all you can say is, ‘I’m sorry’?”
“Yes!” I let out a little squeal as he spanked me particularly hard, and his fingers entered my folds, immediately finding my clit.
“But you were oh so naughty.” He teased my clit in a way that told me he knew exactly what he was doing. “And naughty girls get punished. Naughty girls deserve punishment. But you like this, don’t you, Grace? You’re so wet for me, Gracie. You like being punished.”
I squirmed under Rhys’ firm hand. My ass was on fire, but I was also humiliatingly turned-on, and he knew it. He kept flicking and tweaking my clit, and all I could think was that I wanted more. If this was punishment, then I wanted to go to hell. I wanted my mate more and more with each passing more. I could feel myself building toward an orgasm. Oh goddess, yes.
Rhys stopped spanking me and inserted two fingers into my pussy. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, but that was almost enough to send me over the edge. I was so close. So so close.
And just when I was about to get there, Rhys withdrew both hands, and I cried out in desperation.
“Bad girls don’t get to cum.” He repeated.
“Rhys...” I whined, but he ignored me. He was good at ignoring me.
He waited till I was no longer on edge to begin the whole process again. This repeated at least three times, but I lost count. I was so disoriented, so sensitive. It got worse and worse each time. I couldn’t think straight.
By the time he withdrew his hands the final time, I was exhausted, and my body was sore from being bent over like this for so long.
Rhys pulled me up, so I could stand straight again, and I much as I wanted to stretch out my body, I stood still, unsure if my punishment was over yet.
“Are you ready to be a good girl now, Gracie?” He asked.
“Yes.” It came out as barely a whisper, and worry flickered across Rhys’ face for a split second, before he laid me down on his desk and went to work with his mouth.
It didn’t take long. He didn’t deny me this time. He swirled his tongue and sucked in a way that was mind-boggling. I was right on edge again.
“Rhys!” I pleaded, begging for the release.
And this time, he granted it. All the teasing, the pain, everything, disappeared from my mind. The only thought I had was that I always wanted to be a good girl if this was what I got.
“Rhys!” I screamed as my walls started to convulse.
My whole body was shaking as Rhys helped me to ride it out. For a second, I might have blacked out too. I don’t know. Time lost all meaning. I focused on trying to catch my breath as Rhys peppered my body with little kisses.
“How do you feel, Gracie?” Rhys asked when his kisses finally made their way to my lips.
“Exhausted.” I answered. But in truth, I felt more than just exhausted. I was on sensory overload. The idea of having to put my clothes back on was sending anxiety through my very soul. The punishment had been punishment, but I think the end made it worth it, but what did that make me? Was I a whore? A slut? Was I supposed to enjoy sex that much?
Rhys smirked. “You have no idea how hot you are when you orgasm.”
I gave him a small smile, and he helped me into a sitting position. My body felt like fucking jello, and I couldn’t believe how easily he had rendered me useless.
He unbuttoned his shirt and held it out for me to slide into, and I did without hesitation. Even though this was a dress shirt, it was his, and it would hang loosely on my overly sensitive skin. As I buttoned it, a look of lust crossed his face. He hadn’t pleasured himself, during that whole thing, he had to be on edge, but I didn’t have it in me to do anything else with him right now. I was too exhausted to actually care. He had chosen this as punishment anyways, he could live with the consequences, just like I could.
“Thank you.” I whispered, as he wrapped me in a blanket and picked me up bridal style.
“I love you, Gracie.”
“I love you too.”
And we ascended up the stairs to our room, but I was already drifting off before we even made it to our room.