Page 25 of Scoring the Orc
A defiant little slut is one thing. A slut that works me up until I lose my temper and then wants the punishment I’m going to give, taking it all submissively after her feisty little act…
Well, that is just what I fucking want.
Another slap, harder this time. “Count,” I repeat.
“Two,” she manages, her voice barely above a whisper.
I continue, each strike firm and deliberate, my hand leaving a red imprint on her skin. With each count, her voice grows shakier, but she doesn’t falter. By the time I reach ten, her body is trembling, a mixture of pain and something else—something deeper, more primal.
I pause, my hand resting on the curve of her reddened ass. “Do you understand now?” I ask, my voice softer but no less intense.
“Yes,” she whispers, her breath hitching. “I understand.”
Satisfied, I press myself against her, my erection straining against my pants. “Good,” I murmur, my voice rough with desire. “Now you’ll get your reward.”
I release her wrists, and she immediately braces herself against the wall, her breathing ragged. With one sharp yank, I tear her underwear out of the way. I tug her dress higher, exposing her completely, and I can’t help but admire the sight before me—her skin flushed, her body ready and waiting.
I unlace my pants, freeing my aching cock, and press the tip against her entrance. She’s already wet, her body betraying her need. I push in slowly, savoring every inch as she stretches to accommodate me. She moans softly, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
“Jurto,” she gasps, pain and pleasure coating the word.
I grip her hips, pulling her back onto me, filling her completely. “You feel that?” I growl, my voice thick with desire. “That’s what you do to me.”
I start to move, each thrust deep and controlled, setting a punishing rhythm. Her hands claw at the wall, her body rocking with each movement. I lean over her, my chest pressing against her back, and whisper into her ear. “You’re mine, Emilia. Only mine.”
“Yes,” she moans, her voice breaking. “Only yours.”
The sound of her submission, her acceptance, drives me wild. I increase my pace, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the garden. With each thrust, I feel her surrendering more, giving herself over to the pleasure and the pain.
I bring my hand down on her ass again, the sharp crack of the slap sending a shiver through her. “Tell me you love being treated like the little whore you are,” I demand, my voice rough. “That you want me to punish you and use this tight cunt as I see fit.”
“Yes,” she whines, panting through it. “I need more.”
The admission sends a thrill through me, and I continue, alternating between deep, punishing thrusts and sharp, stinging slaps. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and I can feel her body tightening around me, pushing closer to the edge.
But then, something unexpected happens. Amidst my need to dominate, to control, a thought crosses my mind. I want her to feel pleasure, to know that even in her submission, she can find ecstasy. The thought is foreign, almost shocking, but I give in to it.
I slow my movements, my hand trailing down her body to find her clit. I circle it gently, feeling her shudder beneath me. “Do you like that, Emilia?” I whisper, my voice surprisingly tender.
“Yes,” she gasps, her body arching into my touch. “Please, don’t stop.”
I press my fingers more firmly against her clit, continuing the slow, deliberate movements as I resume my thrusts, each one deep and measured. Emilia's gasp turns into a moan, her body trembling with the dual sensations of pleasure and pain. The sound of her voice, the way she responds to my touch, sends a thrill through me that I hadn't anticipated.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “I need?—”
“Tell me what you need,” I growl, my fingers moving faster, matching the rhythm of my hips. “Beg for it.”
“Please, Jurto,” she moans, her voice breathless. “Make me come.”
Her words ignite something fierce within me. I tighten my grip on her hip and press harder against her clit, my thrusts becoming more urgent. I can feel her body tensing, the telltale signs of her impending climax. The thought of her coming undone because of me, under my control, pushes me closer to the edge.
“Come for me,” I command, my voice rough with desire. “Now.”
With a cry, Emilia's body convulses around me, her orgasm ripping through her. Her inner walls clench tightly around my cock, and it's almost too much to bear. The sight of her, the feel of her, the sound of her—it's all-consuming. I give a few more thrusts before I follow her over the edge, my release crashing through me with a force that leaves me breathless.
For a moment, we remain like that, our bodies pressed together, gasping for breath. I can feel her heartbeat, rapid and unsteady, matching my own. Slowly, I pull out of her and turn her around, lifting her chin so she meets my gaze. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips swollen from our kiss, but there's a spark in them.
And I realize that I have fucked up.