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  “How could you do this to me!?” At this he sat up back on his calves and I watched wide eyed like a hungry animal as he freed his hard cock from his black trousers. Then he started pumping the steely shaft in his fist.

  Good Gods, but it was hotter than seeing him lick his lips free of my arousal. Which was why my mind could do little but focus on it, and instead of waiting for my answer I whispered a premature,

  “Yes, oh thank the Gods!” He chuckled before answering my first question,

  “I am no fucking saint, Amelia, I am what I was made to be, born into this life in the belly of the Kingdoms of Hell and that means…I will be obeyed.” He growled this warning, pumping his cock even harder.

  “I will be obeyed by not just my people, but by you also, for you will soon learn that when it comes to keeping you safe, there will be no exception made. You. Will. Obey. Me.” He said making me shake my head back and forth as my panic at not being granted my release was making me both furious and desperate.

  I felt him crawl back up over me, positioning himself on his knees above me, and a hand came to my jaw to stop me from shaking my head. Then I opened my eyes to see his hand fisting his cock against my belly, before telling me,

  “And this…I am sorry to say, my Khuba…I regret that this time, this isn’t for you.” I quickly tore my face from his hold and snarled,

  “I will hate you for this!” This was when he lowered down to my face, kissed my neck and muttered with a regretful sigh against my cheek,

  “I know you will, Pet.” After this he went back to his usual position between my legs. He added his fingers once more, working me both inside and against my clit, as he alternated the two. I looked down to see him also working his cock, doing so first after switching hands and commanding the demonic metal glove to form something less dangerous around his shaft.

  This meant that the talons were gone and the sharp pointed plating was smoothed over his hand in his usual leather glove. I found myself trying to tear my eyes from the sight but watching him now as he pleasured himself over my squirming body, my gaze was locked and going nowhere.

  But naturally combined with the erotic sight right in front of me and what Lucius was doing with his fingers, then it didn’t take long for me to build. Only, as was the way with my punishment, the moment that it did, his fingers would shift to my inner thigh where he could draw gentle circles against my trembling flesh.

  “NO! Gods, please no…no, no…please,” I pleaded making him growl at me in a hoarse, aroused tone,

  “Please what…tell me, sweet girl…what is it you want of me?”

  “You know what I want!” I shouted in a pained cry.

  “Open your eyes and tell me what it is you want of me?” He demanded, again his voice was thick with lust and until that moment I hadn’t even realised I had closed my eyes.

  “And I told you…you know! You know! You know…what I fucking want!” I cried over and over again,

  “Give me your fucking words!” He snapped, making me shout back,

  “I want your cock, alright! I want you to make me come and FUCK ME!” I roared at him this time, and he closed his eyes as a satisfied look came over him and then he told me,

  “Then it is time for you to learn what it feels like when something you want is ripped away from you.” I frowned at what this could mean before losing myself once more to the pleasure of when he went back to fingering me. This time however, he did so quick enough that it had my ass rising from the bed as I braced the best I could from the onslaught of sensation.

  “Time for you to take my mark, for on this night, what you give me will not be returned…that, my Khuba…is your true punishment.” He said and again instead of letting me reach the top of my pleasure, he ripped it from my grasp, as he continued to work himself until unlike me…he found it. And when finding his release, he did so to the sound of my last cry of outrage, getting off on my pain.

  But still not wanting to miss out on watching it for myself, I found my angry glare rooted to the sight of his length being pumped in his fist that was held above me. My eyes widened when he roared out his orgasm and streams of cum burst from the glistening tip of his cock. I even found myself moaning as he pumped it out, so that long lengths of semen landed and were now lay crisscrossed over my torso. I nearly came from the sight alone, especially the way he threw his head back and growled up at the jagged crystal ceiling.

  The cords in his neck roped under the tight flesh, as his muscles tensed and flexed with every stroke of his cock. His fangs could be seen lengthening with his mouth open and by the Gods, he was magnificent. But then, as he started to come down from a sexual high I craved, his eyes found mine staring at him. A grin spread as they left my gaze and traced the evidence of his marking my body, before heat flooded his eyes at the sight he obviously liked.

  But then he watched as I turned my face away, no longer able to stand the barrage of emotions this punishment of his had done to me. He knew it too when I felt his hand come to my cheek, turning me back to face him,

  “Have you learnt your lesson, Pet?” He asked and again I tore my face from his and scowled at the side of the bed, giving him his silent answer. But then he gripped my chin in an unyielding grasp and forced me back to looking at him,

  “I said have you learnt your lesson, Amelia,” he asked more forcefully this time.

  “Yes,” I gritted out and he released a sigh before placing his forehead to mine and telling me,

  “There’s my good girl.” I was just ready to reply with something sarcastic and even scathing when he stopped me the moment he kissed my hairline and then started to shift down the bed, making me cry out,

  “No! You can’t…please Lucius, I can’t take anymore! I told you I learnt my—”

  “Ssshh now, calm yourself,” he interrupted softly.

  “But I—”

  “You are about to get what my good girl deserves…” he informed me, and I sucked in a quick breath, almost too afraid to trust what it could mean.

  “And what is that?” I questioned in a quiet voice, one that said all about the vulnerability I was feeling. This was just as he started to run his fingertips through his release that still decorated my stomach and breasts. He gathered some of it up and dragged it down my belly and even further before trailing it through my sex, making it quiver against the slightest touch.

  Then he answered me, doing so at the same time as explaining just what it meant,

  “…granting her this reward,” his voice said on a growl at the same time making my back arch up as he pushed two thick fingers inside me, ones now coated with his thick cum. He worked me quick and hard, with his thumb strumming over my clit, and when he started to slow down, I nearly screamed at him when I thankfully knew why,

  “Give me your eyes and I will let you come.” Suddenly my eyes shot open and I did as I was told, knowing that in that moment I would have done anything he asked me to do, just for the chance of this orgasm. One I was in blind desperation for. And thankfully, this time it was one he gave me, as the second he said,

  “Come Amelia, come for your King!” This was when I didn’t just come…

  I. Fucking. Came. Apart!

  I came so hard black spots clouded my vision, and I vaguely heard screams of pleasure deafening my own ears and with my mouth open, head thrown back, that was how I knew they were coming from me. The power of it slammed into me so hard I felt as if I wouldn’t survive it.

  For how could I possibly survive this?!

  This was because it didn’t slowly come up through me like they usually did but exploded in a sudden attack that consumed my entire body! It affected every inch of me, as wave after wave it continued to roll through my every nerve, as if it would never end.

  But then my world started to go black, as the force of it finally consumed my consciousness.

  My dark new world with only one man at the centre of it all…

  My Masterful King…Lucius.

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  I only started to come to when I felt lips at my ear and a voice luring me back to my reality,

  “Come back to me, Amelia…come back to me so I can take you there again.” At this my eyes opened and the second they did, I found Lucius above me, holding himself there.

  “There she is,” he whispered before granting a soft kiss against my lips, one he didn’t yet deepen. But then I felt him sit back and that still hard, heavy cock was sitting at the ready. It was also something he used to rub the tip up the seam of my sex, coating it with the release he had finally granted me. This was when I knew that I must have only passed out for a few minutes. Because it was as if nothing had changed, other than Lucius now looked ready to go back to his punishment.

  I frowned down at him, seeing his attention was solely on watching his own actions as he continued to use his cock to rub against me and I just prayed it wasn’t just another way to tease me. This was why I uttered his name in question,

  “Lucius?” After this his gaze snapped up to mine and that heat I had seen there was now burning a blaze of crimson in his eyes.

  He wanted me.

  “Not having you the way I want you, is punishment for the both of us by my own doing…” he said taking pause as if thinking deeply about what he wanted to do.

  “Lucius?” I questioned his name on a barely heard whisper.

  “Fuck punishment…you’re mine!” He snarled and then followed his admission with action as he suddenly thrust inside me!

  I cried out once more as the pleasure of being reunited with his body had me almost shattering around him at the first stroke of my insides. He roared his own pleasure and with it, he grasped the shards restraining my legs and with a twist of his wrists, he shattered the lengths, freeing me in a second. The moment this happened I watched the dangerous pieces liquify and travel back to where they had come from, so I could relax in the knowledge it wouldn’t cut my skin to shreds.

  Once out of the way Lucius grabbed my calves and wrapped my legs around his ass as he rested more of his weight against me. Although whilst still rooted deep within me he remained still, waiting until he was ready. For what I didn’t know, not until he lowered enough so he was left holding all his weight above me. Now with his gloved hand to the bed next to my head, he threaded the bare one through my hair at the side. Then he lowered the rest of his body, so he could claim my lips in a bruising kiss right after he whispered fiercely,

  “Now, I am fucking home.” Then he thrust his tongue inside my mouth taking advantage of the gasp, at the same time thrusting his hips up and driving his cock even deeper. Only after this was when he started really fucking me and doing so like a mad man starved of an addiction. His lips, his hands, his body was everywhere, totally consuming every inch of me. He ran both palms up through his earlier release and rubbed it into my skin, soaking my breasts and trying to mark me all over, as though he was trying to get my skin to absorb it in a way that it would never truly wash off.

  In fact, he seemed obsessed with the idea of me wearing it like a primal brand, and I had to say, the act only managed to turn me on more. Actually, my arousal peaked so much, that one tweak of my nipples in his cum soaked fingertips and I was crying out my second release in a long and panting moan. And he hammered into me through every second of it, leaving my nipples and now gripping my hips in a way that I knew would leave another mark, one I got off on just like the first.

  His fingers gathered up more of his cum, this time the small pool of white that had gathered in the valley of my breasts, before forcing it in between my lips, making me moan as I sucked it off his fingers and his salty taste burst across my tongue. This he liked…as in…a lot! I knew this as his eyes heated yet again, burning at the sight of my lips trapping his fingers as I sucked them deep.

  “Fucking love the sight of my girl taking me deep,” he growled against my cheek and then his hands went to the restraints at my arms and the sound of them shattering next ended with him whispering,

  “Fucking love the sight of my girl, dripping in my cum, when I am about to give her even more.”

  “Yes!” I moaned and the second my hands were free, he whispered,

  “Fucking love marking you, inside and out…fucking… love…you,” he said, and my insides quivered around him as he raised my hands up around him, warning,

  “Now hold on, I need to take you harder. I need your pain as much as I need your pleasure…need every piece of you…Every. Fucking. Inch!” He snarled and suddenly my head was roughly tugged to the side and his teeth were there at my throat. Then the second he sank his fangs in, I screamed in the pain he spoke about, and then cried out at the pleasure he knew it would turn into. And he was right, he took everything from me, and made it his own.

  Every. Fucking. Inch.

  I came a third time, doing so almost as instantly as the first one he finally gave me, and his cock drove home as deep and as hard as I was physically capable of taking. This propelled my orgasm into one that seemed to last forever. His cock dragged through me in sync with every pull of my blood that filled his mouth. The way he was drinking me down and consuming me was as natural as being taken in such a rough and unrestrained way. I had never felt so deliciously abused, my body belonging solely to him, signed over by the blood he took and the quivering channel of my core he fucked raw.

  He was an animal.

  A beast.

  A fucking Devil!

  And I loved every fucking second of it!

  But then, I wasn’t the only one as Lucius pulled his mouth from my neck. Then with a rumbling moan, it was one that mirrored my own as my blood still dripped down from him, now coating his chin from a different part of me, as it had exchanged my cum for my blood. Fuck, but he looked so hot, so powerful, so utterly primal!

  Then, when he raised up, tensed above me and arched his own back I knew what was coming. So, I held on tighter, as his hips thrust forward one more time, now rooting himself deep inside me, deeper than ever before!

  “AH!” I screamed in pleasure, at the same time he exploded inside of me, coating the walls of my sex with even more of his mark. I felt so much of it that it seeped out around him, soaking his balls that were hung against me, along with the hole that held him snug to me, unwilling to let go of its bounty.

  Lucius, roared down at me this time, making me close my eyes and savour the sound of his release, happy in the knowledge that it matched my own. After this he collapsed down on me, resting his head at my neck and lazily licking at my wound to clean up the mess he had made. I shuddered, knowing it was one he felt travel along his still hard cock that was seated comfortably inside me.

  “Did I mention that I love you too?” I murmured when I had finally managed to catch my breath, doing so with my arms around his neck and combining it with a squeeze. One that was given back in return, only in a way that meant wrapping me completely in his arms and rolling us both to our sides. Unfortunately, this meant me losing his length and I let a moan slip at that loss. He hummed against my neck before lifting his head up and cupping the apple of my cheek, caressing a thumb across it.

  “My girl doesn’t like to lose my cock.”

  “No, she doesn’t,” I agreed shyly.

  “This pleases me, along with how well you took your punishment.” At this my eyes widened in surprise and he kissed the corner of my lips and said again,

  “You took it so well, Pet.” I couldn’t help but cough a laugh,

  “Ha, I think I said I hated you and called you a bastard among other things and might have even cursed your existence, Handsome.” He laughed once and added playfully,

  “And let’s not forget threatening to kick my ass.”

  “Yes, well, there was that too,” I agreed sheepishly.

  “I am no fool, Amelia,” he stated, making me question back,

  “What do you mean?”

  “I deserved it all, Sweetheart, just as you deserved all I did to you,” he admitted, sur
prising me.

  “You really think I deserved it all?” I braved asking and this was when the conversation turned more serious, starting with his hold on me tightening,

  “You fucking left me,” he suddenly snarled against my lips, making me suck in a sudden breath at his words, something that he obviously needed to get out.

  “Honey,” I whispered on a breathy sigh before he kissed me again, only pausing again to repeat,

  “You left me…again.” I felt my body tremble this time, shuddering slightly in his hold, one that only got tighter the second he felt it.

  “Fuck, Amelia…” he said with gritted teeth before kissing me again, as if he never wanted to stop but the need to tell me what he had been through was also pushing at him.

  “What, Lucius…what is it…tell me,” I said the second his lips left my own and he trailed his kiss down my jawline before paying attention to my neck. Once there he licked, sucked, and bit down, doing so against the part he had not long ago claimed. He also held the tender flesh between his teeth in what felt like frustration. So, I put a hand to the back of his head and shifted my fingers soothingly through his soft hair. Then I turned my head towards his as much as I could and whispered,

  “Tell me, Handsome.” At this he froze as if a memory was dragging him back under and before I needed to say more his head lifted so I could now see for myself the utter heartbreak I had inflicted upon him. The sheer amount of worry I had forced him to endure, and the punishment he gave me, was the only way he could make me understand it all.

  It was in that moment that I really started to understand all that was Lucius. The man he was, the power he held, the position he’d had forced upon him. It had all meant nothing when faced with trying to prevent me from slipping through his fingers the first time. And then there was the second time, only something he would class as another failure. And he had been right, the second had been far more dangerous in doing so. But even if in that moment I hadn’t seen it, hadn’t realised it for myself, then what Lucius said next it would have been impossible not to understand it. For it not to seep deep inside me and settle in the depths of my soul.