Chapter 149: Chapter 149: Mia’s Punishment [1] [18+]
Damon moved behind her.
The handcuffs clicked open in his hand, the metal cool against his palm.
He reached around and took her wrists, guiding them gently behind her back. Mia didn’t resist. She let him position her arms, her muscles soft and yielding under his touch.
The cuffs closed with a sharp click.
Mia’s breath caught at the sound.
Her arms were bound now, her wrists locked together behind her lower back. The position pushed her chest forward and arched her spine slightly, leaving her completely vulnerable.
She stood there in the darkness of the blindfold, trembling.
Not from fear.
From anticipation.
Damon circled around to face her, his golden eyes traveling down her bound form.
Her nipples were hard, peaked and sensitive in the cool air. A thin sheen of moisture glistened between her thighs, catching the candlelight.
She couldn’t see him watching her, but she knew.
She could feel his gaze on her skin.
"Good girl," Damon said quietly.
Mia’s lips parted, and a soft, shuddering breath escaped her.
Damon bent down and hooked one arm around her waist.
He lifted her like she weighed nothing.
Mia let out a surprised gasp as her feet left the floor, her bound arms pressing against his arm as he carried her the few steps to the bed.
He tossed her onto the bed.
She landed with a soft bounce, her body sinking into the silk sheets.
Her legs splayed slightly, her bound arms pinned beneath her as she struggled to orient herself in the darkness.
"On your knees," Damon said.
Mia scrambled to obey.
She pushed herself up onto her knees, her thighs spread wide, her back arched.
Then she lowered her upper body until her chest touched the bed.
Her ass lifted high in the air, presented to him.
The position left her completely open, her pussy and asshole on full display, wet and ready.
Damon looked at her for a long moment, taking in the sight.
Then he reached for the sash of his robe.
He pulled it loose slowly, deliberately, letting the fabric fall open.
He shrugged the robe off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
His body was lean and sculpted, every muscle defined and hard. His cock stood erect, thick and ready, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
Mia couldn’t see him, but she could hear.
The rustle of fabric.
The soft thud of his robe hitting the floor.
Her entire body trembled with anticipation.
Damon picked up the whip.
The leather was cool and smooth in his hand, the enchanted tip glowing faintly crimson.
He stepped behind Mia, his shadow falling over her bound body, positioning himself at her side.
"Count," he said with a sharp and low tone.
"Yes, master," she whispered, her voice trembling with such need. The whip whistled through the air, crimson blur trailing behind it.
Whip!
The leather connected with her right ass cheek, leaving a bright red mark across her pale skin.
Mia gasped.
Then she moaned.
"Ahhnn~!"
The pain shot through her, sharp and burning, but it transformed instantly into pleasure.
Her pussy clenched, and a fresh wave of love juice flooded her thighs.
"One," she breathed.
Whip!
The whip struck her left cheek this time, a perfect mirror of the first mark.
"Ahhnn~!"
Mia cried out, her voice trembling with pleasure.
"Two."
Whip! Whip! Whip!
Damon whipped her in a steady rhythm, each strike landing on a different part of her ass.
The skin reddened and swelled, the marks forming a beautiful pattern across her pale flesh.
"Ahhnn~! Ahhnn~! Ahhnn~!"
Mia’s moans grew louder with each whip.
Her hips began to rock back and forth, grinding against the sheets as pleasure built inside her.
"Four... five... six..."
Her voice was strained, breathless.
Damon paused, letting her catch her breath.
Her ass was completely red now, hot to the touch. She was dripping, her juices running down her thighs and pooling on the sheets beneath her.
"Please," she whimpered.
"Please, master. More."
Damon smiled.
He raised the whip again.
Whip!
"Seven!"
Whip!
"Eight!"
Whip!
"Nine!"
Whip!
"Ten!"
The last strike landed hard, and Mia’s body convulsed.
"Ahhhhhhnn~!
Her back arched, her toes curled, and a scream tore from her throat as she climaxed violently.
Her pussy contracted, and a jet stream of clear liquid shot out, soaking the sheets beneath her.
She collapsed onto the bed, her body trembling with aftershocks.
Her bound arms pressed against her lower back as she lay there, gasping for breath.
Damon set the whip aside, the leather cool in his hand for a moment before he released it.
He climbed onto the bed behind her, his knees settling on either side of her trembling thighs, the mattress dipping under his weight.
The sight of her flushed, reddened ass made him smirk; she was completely his in that moment.
He didn’t give her time to rest. Her body was still quivering from the climax, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
He grabbed her hips firmly, her skin slick with sweat and her own juices. Positioning himself at her entrance, he felt the heat radiating from her pussy.
Then, without warning, he slammed his cock inside her in one brutal thrust.
Mia scream into a sharp, broken sound that dissolved into a sobbing moan.
Her pussy was still clenching from her orgasm, the walls squeezing his length as he buried himself to the hilt.
It was tight, wet, almost unbearably hot.
He could feel every flutter and pulse of her inner muscles protesting and welcoming him all at once.
"Ahhnn~! Master," she gasped, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Yes, yes, yes... please..."
Damon didn’t stop.
He pulled back and thrust again, harder this time.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room, mingling with her desperate cries.
He thrust into her with relentless force, each stroke claiming her deeper, her body accepting him like she was made for this.
The bed creaked beneath them.
Mia’s moans filled the room, raw and desperate, as he took her from behind.
"Hmmnn~! Ahh~!"
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