It was morning when Callia returned to her room she shared with Amakiir at the Golden Oak. Still aglow with the flush of incredible passion, she hummed as she bounded up the stairs to the private rooms. She smiled as she recalled her tryst with Delilah and Nathan. The sex had been heavenly. She wasn't sure she could go back to what she'd had before she'd experienced being with Delilah and Nathan. Yet she knew there would be consequences. It was the only reason she'd left the small cottage where both Delilah and Nathan still lay sleeping.
As she reached the door to her room, she noticed it wasn't locked. Why would Amakiir leave it open like this? That didn't make sense. He knew he said he was exhausted. Perhaps he drifted off into reverie and had forgotten to lock it. She knew he had magic spells for that. Puzzled, she pushed open the door and let herself in. Closing the door behind her, Callia scanned the darkened room and found it empty. Where was Amakiir? She crossed room to the bed as her brow furrowed in confusion. Where was he? Callia tapped her boot on the floor as she glanced around.
"Amakiir?" she called, as she moved away from the bed to check to bath that adjoined the room. "Are you here?"
Hmmm...it was morning. Perhaps he still had things to take care of. She returned back to the bed. Soon she felt a shimmering of magic caress the air around her and knew he was there. She opened her mouth to speak his name, but it died in her throat as he materialized out of the shadows. Her heart started beating faster when she saw Amakiir. He looked devastatingly handsome with his long hair flowing down over his shoulders and piercing silver eyes. He moved in behind her and wrapped his arms firmly around her.
"I see you have returned," he said. "Was your escapade worth it?"
"You know how I feel. Why must we rehash this yet again?" Callia snapped in reply. "Are you going to punish me? Or was that just an empty threat?"
He leaned down to kiss her cheek and said, "I never make empty threats, my pretty one. You should know that by now."
He caressed her upper arms gently, and then gripped them firmly. Startled, she gasped and then tried to break loose. But Amakiir took control.
"My sweet, it seems we have unfinished business."
"Do we? Is this unfinished business you are referring to my punishment for being a naughty little slut?"
Dragging her away from the bed, he said, "I've let your naughty behavior go on long enough. Perhaps you'll think about your punishment the next time you betray me."
He was amused at her continued protests as he marched her to the center of the room. He sat on the large wing back chair and pulled her across his lap. Smiling an evil grin, he cupped her ass cheeks firmly.
"What do you think you are doing?!" she growled out, wriggling fiercely to get free.
"You know what I'm doing," he murmured, pulling her short skirt up over her struggling hips, "and you are going to like it. I thought I'd already taught you this lesson once, my pretty one. I guess you'll have to learn it again and this time I won't hold back."
Amakiir drank in the lovely sight of her. She was beautiful and incredibly sexy. He grinned evilly. He caressed her bare bottom, running his hands softly over the smooth cheeks of her cute round ass.
SLAP!
He hit one perfect cheek, watching the creamy globe redden slightly.
SLAP!
The other side quickly received the same.
Her flesh smarted and she started kicking and flailing at him. While squirming all over his lap, Callia started to plead with him to stop.
Amakiir answered her with a firm spanking.
"I suppose (SLAP!) you think (SLAP!) that because (SLAP!) you wish it (SLAP!) I'll stop? (SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!)You are quite mistaken, my sweet."
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
"I have (SLAP!) been more (SLAP!) than generous (SLAP!) with you! (SLAP!) I have given (SLAP!) you more than what a (SLAP!) slut like you deserves! (SLAP!) And (SLAP!) this is (SLAP!) how you repay (SLAP! SLAP!) me. You cum guzzling little whore. (SLAP! SLAP!) HOW DARE YOU!?!?!?"
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
Amakiir stopped momentarily in order to readjust her position on his lap and clamped a firmer hand on her to keep her in place. He ripped her short skirt from her body with a strength that surprised her. Then he reached for the rest of her clothing, stripping her completely nude as she lay squirming over his lap. He let his eyes take a walk over her nude backside and he groaned at the sight. She was so incredibly fuckable.
Yet Callia wasn't ready to give up her fight. He may think her he had her where he wanted her, but she vowed to prove him wrong. Sometimes Amakiir's version of punishment was just that. Punishment. It bordered on the edges of sickness. Her mind flashed back to the half-orc he had allowed to ravage her. Callia didn't want that again. Nor did she want him to pulverize her tight ass like he'd done the day before.
Or did she? She didn't have to return to him bright and early. She could've waited. She could've waited for him to come after her. She hadn't, though.
Callia attempted to twist in his arms and break free of his hold as a voice inside her head accused her of purposely angering Amakiir. She wanted to be punished by him. Her mind forced her to admit she was a glutton for punishment and it actually got her off more intensely.
"No," she cried aloud in denial as she flailed about more intensely.
"Don't fight it, pretty one. You know you want this. I can smell it. You need it." Amakiir quipped, amused by her fight. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. Then he looked for something with which to restrain them. He grabbed one of the silken ties he'd used the day before, and quickly tied them tightly.
That would do nicely. Yes, indeed it would. With her wrists bound behind her back, he held her tight while he divested himself of all his clothing. Then he began rubbing his hands together in anticipation. He was going to enjoy this. He was going to enjoy giving his little bitch what she deserved.
He began to spank her forcefully. Hard slaps, without pause, and then even harder still. Callia whimpered as she bit her lip, the noises growing louder and louder as she dared not try to cry out.
Stopping momentarily, he listened for any complaints. Yet all he heard was a few low groans. Then, searching through her 'naughty bag of tricks,' he pulled out her thick obsidian phallus. He held it up in front of her face and told her to spread her legs. When she didn't immediately comply, he found a leather paddle and strapped her harshly across the center of her cheeks several times. It left raised welts and deepened the crimson shade of her ass.
Wincing at each stroke she finally obeyed, exposing her damp pussy and tight hole for his pleasure. He teased her wetness and shoved his lubed finger into her clenching ass, fingering her thoroughly. He also lubed the phallus and then began to make it fit, inch by inch.
