Rough, Sara Fields [the top 100 crime novels of all time txt] 📗

Then he spanked me harder and I began to grow nervous. I wasn’t going to be able to get away from him. I wouldn’t be able to stop his hand from punishing my backside and if he decided to begin spanking between my thighs, I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. His strength held me captive and his ruthless palm never stopped falling.

As the terrible sting continued to grow, I soon realized that this wasn’t going to end when I wanted to. Nothing I would do could make this stop.

He was the one in control.

“Wait,” I blurted out.

“I’m just barely getting started, omega,” he said darkly, and a nervous shudder raced down my spine. His hand cracked hard against the lower curve of my bottom, just bridging onto the tops of my thighs enough to make my breath catch in the back of my throat. He didn’t stop there though. He continued downward, smacking my thighs just as hard as he had my bottom.

Even though I’d done my best to stay silent so far, the spanks against the backs of my thighs undid me. I tried to clamp my lips together, but his palm smacked even lower still, and the sting overwhelmed me. Even though I tried not to, my mouth flew open and I cried out loud at the building fire.

“You will learn to listen and obey me, omega,” he scolded, and he spanked the inner curve of my thigh. His fingers reached inward and just barely punished my wet folds, causing me to cry out once more.

This hurt far more than the last time, and I could do nothing but lie over his lap and take every last punishing spank.

“Yes, Alpha,” I squeaked. Thankfully, he didn’t ask me to say anything more. Honestly, I didn’t know if I would have even been capable of it.

I squirmed over his lap as much as I could in a last attempt to break free, but his hand fell true each and every time. He didn’t miss a single square inch of my backside, from the tops of my cheeks to in between them. He even angled my hips up just enough so that he could harshly punish the lower curve where my bottom met my upper thighs.

The longer the spanking went on, the more out of control I felt. The pain built on itself until my entire bottom felt like it had been scalded in a fire and still it burned hotter because his palm never stopped.

“Please,” I began to beg.

He ignored me.

“I’ve learned my lesson. I won’t run from you again,” I pleaded.

Still, his hand punished my backside as if I hadn’t said anything at all. I bit my lip to try to keep quiet, but it was useless now. My cries were getting louder, more desperate, and the spanking didn’t even begin to slow.

It only seemed to get harder.

“Please, Alpha. I’m sorry,” I begged.

I knew now though that my pleas were falling on deaf ears, but I said them anyway. I hoped that maybe he’d hear them. I said them because I needed to.

Soon, it became too much, and my breath hitched at the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut and I tried to stop the inevitable. I held on for as long as I could, but then he focused solely on the backs of my thighs and I lost control completely.

The first tear dripped down my cheek. Then another, and another, until my face was soaked with them. I sobbed openly over his knee and his palm slowed, but his spanks were firm and so thorough that I could feel the painful ache of each one deep into my core. Finally, the spanking stopped, and I simply lay there trying to catch my breath as my backside burned with scalding hot hellfire.

His arms wound around my body and he lifted me as he stood. He took several pillows and laid them in the center of the bed, before depositing me over the pile. He situated them under my hips and I nervously realized that he’d propped my bottom quite high in the air. I hummed anxiously, more than aware of the vulnerability such a position put me in.

I watched in horror as he grasped the buckle of his belt and undid it.

“Wait, please. I’m sorry,” I cried.

“You were a very bad omega and that demands a harsh punishment, little one. Before this is over, your bare bottom, your pretty breasts, and that soaking wet little pussy will bear the marks of my belt,” he said dangerously.

“Please, Alpha,” I begged.

I was scared now. Very scared.

“I’m going to enjoy marking this beautiful body and when this is over, I’m going to take you to dinner so that everyone in the castle can see what happens when an omega disobeys her king,” he warned me.

Another sob shook me from within. Slowly, he pulled his belt free and the slinking sound of leather against cloth made me shiver with anxiety. Carefully, he folded it and placed it a few inches in front of me. I stared at it, knowing that in a very short while I was going to learn what a belt felt like punishing my naked cheeks.

He didn’t thrash me with it right away. Instead, he sat next to me and ran his hand up and down my back as if he was petting me. I didn’t want it to, but his touch soothed me. I found myself pressing back against his fingers, even when they ventured lower to caress my naked cheeks and thighs. He even reached for my face and brushed my tears away, which melted a place deep inside me despite everything I did to prevent it.

I didn’t want to care for him.

When my tears had dried and my whimpers had gone quiet, he lifted the belt off the bed and laid it across