by Sara Fields
The story told of a powerful sorceress and necromancer from long ago during the great wars. He loved her and she loved him, but they were held bound by the constraints of his power. They struggled to stay apart, yet kept finding themselves in each other’s arms. Captured during a dangerous battle, the sorceress had been mortally wounded and left to die. The necromancer had found her, while she still had a few minutes left of life.
The sorceress had begged for him to take her, to save her with his power. The woman trusted him and he finally let go, saving her life with his magical ability. The sorceress was beholden to him, bound to him as his wife by the power of magic and love, yet she was still herself. She had wanted to serve him, had already submitted to his powers. His magic had only strengthened that bond. The two of them had lived happily ever after, with the sorceress’ mind still fully intact.
Reaching into his boot, she grasped a small dagger by the handle and whipped it up to her throat. The sharp blade pinched at her skin and she swallowed nervously, feeling the sting of her sure grip.
“Please, Daddy. I choose you. Don’t make me go. I wouldn’t be able to bear it.”
He stood up so fast that the chair flew back and tipped over on the floor, causing a loud crash behind him. He flew toward her, pinning her body against the wall as his fist tightened around her wrist.
“Drop it, little girl,” he growled dangerously, his eyes flashing with both terror and rage. Lifting her chin, she refused, pressing the knife closer against her throat, feeling the thin steel bite into her sensitive flesh.
“No. I won’t,” she snarled back in defiance. “I’ll have you or I’ll have no one.”
“I’m going to spank that bare ass of yours so you can’t sit down for a month.”
“Good. I dare you,” she said, narrowing her eyes. A dangerous look passed over his face, before his jaw hardened. Glaring down at her, a certain sternness smoldered across his features.
“Drop the knife and get that pretty backside of yours in the corner. I’m going to spank that bottom so hard that you won’t forget a very important lesson. My woman will never endanger herself like that again. You won’t ever question if you belong to me again, is that clear, little girl?”
Eyes wide, she nodded, her entire body flushing in reaction to his harsh words. Her stomach aflutter, she slowly released the knife and it clattered to the floor.
He backed away a step, releasing her from the confines of his strong body. She watched as his chest lifted and fell, indecision passing over his features. With a shaky sigh, his arm lifted and his finger pointed directly to the corner.
Unable to hold back her smile, she nearly skipped over to the spot he directed. Reaching down, she captured the hem of her chemise between her fingers and lifted it, baring her unprotected backside to the man she’d chosen to be with. She’d hoped her recklessness would spear him into action and it had worked. Her bottom tingled, anticipating the feeling of his palm and whatever else she had just earned. She couldn’t wait.
She’d never been so irresponsible, so wild as she had just been. She wanted to tell him everything, how she wandered the day she’d been captured, how it had been her fault that she had been taken in the first place.
Feeling his presence tower over her, she gulped down her nerves. He knelt closer to her, pressing his lips against her ear.
“You really want this, little girl? You want to be tied to a man like me? A man people fear around the world and the man that won’t hesitate to spank you raw when you misbehave?”
“Yes, Daddy. I want it all. Please, I need it all. Let me prove to you that I want to be with you the rest of my life. Let me submit to you as your wife should.”
He walked away briskly and pulled a dining chair into the center of the room. Sitting down, he reached out toward her.
“Then come here right now, young lady. Put yourself over my knee, lift your bottom, and ask me to punish you for being such a bad girl.”
Rushing over to him, she didn’t hesitate to obey his command. When she stilled, he shifted her between his legs, putting one of his over the backs of her knees to keep her in place.
“Please punish me, Daddy. I deserve to be spanked.”
He didn’t hesitate a single moment before lifting his palm and crashing it down onto her upturned cheeks. He left no spot unpunished, spanking her from the top of her bottom to the middle of her thighs. Holding onto his leg for support, she took everything he had to give her. The pain was harsh, but not overwhelming. She knew she deserved each and every heavy smack and didn’t try to fight it, not as if she could.
The way he had positioned her, with his leg over hers, did two things. First, it kept her from kicking and second, from escaping even a single spank to her naked rear. The entire scene made her distinctly aware that he was the dominant one in the relationship, the one who would protect and care for her at all costs, no matter what.
“I love you, baby girl and I’m going to make damn sure you never pull a stunt like that ever again. I won’t have you putting yourself in danger. You’re going to remember this spanking for a long time.”
She squeezed her eyes shut as she heard him fumbling at his beltline. It didn’t take long for the all too familiar sting of the paddle to bite into her upturned cheeks, thrashing her bottom until it was hot and sore. He spanked her bottom hard, but she didn’t fight it. She knew she needed this, knew she craved his punishment, and she realized that he needed it too.
The pain from the spanking caused tears to trickle down her cheeks. His tempo increased and she began to sob, but she knew everything was going to be alright. He loved her and she loved him. With every impact, her body relented, submitting to every strike. With every moment, she dove deeper into her submission and felt bliss because of it.
Finally, she heard him throw the paddle to the floor. Grasping her around the waist, he carried her to the bed and tossed her onto the soft blankets. He grabbed a pillow and rolled her hips up onto it. She watched as he reached for his belt, undoing the buckle deliberately slow. The swish of the leather sounded loud over her cries as he pulled it from his waist, yet she couldn’t take her eyes away from the intoxicating sight.
Her entire body heated several degrees. She found it hard to breathe as gooseflesh rose all over her skin. Every inch of her felt aflame and she throbbed with need. Her pussy clenched in response and her arousal dribbled out over her thighs.
“Oh, God, Daddy. Please whip me with the belt to teach me a lesson,” she whispered, unable to take her eyes away from the simple piece of thick, well-worn brown leather.
She shifted and pulled another pillow under her hips, lifting her bottom higher than ever. Her legs drifted apart and she felt the coolness of the morning air against the wetness between her thighs.
She reached out toward him with her left hand. After a long moment, he took her fingers within his and squeezed. A second later, a line of fire bloomed across her bottom and she gasped from the shock of it. A loud crack boomed out before the telltale swish of leather in the air preceded another strike of the belt.
Again and again, the belt fell, covering every single inch of her bottom and thighs. Her body submitted completely as did her mind. She relished each stroke of the implement, moaning as she moved closer and closer to the edge.
The pleasure pain rocked her system to the core, causing a gentle flame to build into a roaring bonfire. Her nerves electrified, each lash of the belt stoked the flame further, forcing the pleasure within her to climb higher and higher.
This intensity of the sensations she was feeling quickly became overwhelming. She moaned, sighed, and sobbed with every stroke of the belt. She buzzed with unmet passion as her hips rose and fell in tune with the tempo of her punishment.
The kiss of leather blossomed across her skin and she moaned. Yet another snapped against the bottom curve of her cheek, over top of her wet and throbbing pussy.
“Please, more!” she begged and three consecutive spanks landed directly
in the same spot and her entire world went white hot with pleasure. Her fists clenched and her toes curled as her eyes rolled back in her head. Caught up in the riptide of passion, she lifted her hips. The belt came down on her naked cheeks yet again and her orgasm rose to new heights. Her clit throbbed and her pussy clenched as every muscle in her body tightened with sensation. She held onto his hand for dear life, trusting that he would be there to catch her when she finally came down.
Instead, the belt was relentless, whipping her bottom over and over, driving her to orgasm one after another. She trembled with desire, until he finally threw the belt down on the bed beside her. Gripping her torso, he roughly pushed her onto her back and crashed his lips down to meet hers. He claimed her lips thoroughly, completely, and with such dominance that her arousal seeped down her thighs.
She kissed him back with equal fervor. His tongue darted between her lips and she danced with him. He kissed her again before pushing back and leveling her with a dark look.
“Unbutton my slacks, little girl and show your daddy how much you want his cock,” he whispered, his face a mask of sensual seduction. Moaning, she couldn’t help it as her hips rocked toward his, her pussy clenching, looking forward to the massiveness that was his cock. She sat up on her elbows and leaned forward, gingerly unbuttoning his slacks. She looked up into his eyes and he grinned down at her as she boldly pushed the garment down his thighs.
His cock bobbed there, right in front of her and hard as ever.
“You’re going to take it hard, little girl, cause I’m going to fuck this pussy of yours and then you’re going to give me that tight virgin ass.”
“Oh, yes, please, Daddy,” she begged. Instead of feeling nervous, she was excited and incredibly turned on. She pressed her lips to the head of his member and kissed it.
A wild look passed over his face and he smiled. Firmly, he grabbed her about the waist and slammed his cock deep into her pussy with one quick movement. She screamed with pleasure, loving every second of it. His hips surged forward and he took her hard, leaving no question that she was his.
His eyes grew wide, glowing gold with his magic.
“I can’t hold the magic back any longer, baby. Are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want to be mine forever?” he asked, pulling back slightly as he stilled.
“Yes. I want you, Daddy, everything about you. I want to be your wife. I want to have your children. I want to you to own every inch of my body and I want to be spanked by you when I’m naughty. Please. Claim me as your own,” she pleaded.
He picked her up cleanly off the bed and slammed her back into the wall, his cock still deep inside her. Her feet dangled inches from the floor, yet she knew she was safe in his arms. Her bottom burned, still sore from her punishment but the pleasure pain amplified every feeling racing through her limbs. As she curled her legs around his waist, the two of them stared into each other’s eyes.
The golden glow grew brighter and his magic slammed into her. She screamed at the initial pain before it molded into something entirely different. Each tendril of power traveled across every single one of her nerves, hotter with each passing second.
Her entire world burned white hot. She was completely connected to him, felt his pleasure, his heartbeat, his breath through her own. It was utterly intoxicating, bringing her ecstasy like never before. Her legs around his waist, her hands gripping his hair, and his body pressing her against the wall, she felt thoroughly claimed.
He groaned and the sound made her quiver, moments away from losing it completely. His cock surged forward deep inside her and her pussy clenched around it.
“Don’t you come yet, baby girl, you wait till I say,” he growled, low in her ear and she tried desperately to obey.
She tried to calm her breathing but the magic coursing inside her veins made it impossible. The beat of their hearts sounded loud to her, as the coil inside her wound tighter and tighter. All at once, it broke and she screamed, her release taking her whether she liked it or not. She shivered in his embrace, feeling astonishingly naughty despite her pleasure. She wanted even more. She craved to please him, wanted him to feel as wonderful as he made her.
“Mhmmmm, bad girl. I have ways of punishing you that’ll make you regret that.” Lifting her up off the wall, he carried her back over to the bed. Pulling free of her pussy, he quickly deposited her on her hands and knees on the bed.
“Spread those cheeks for Daddy. I want you to show me your naughtiest hole and think about the fact that my cock is going to take you there. Since you’ve come without permission, I’m going to fuck that little virgin hole of yours.”
She shivered in response, looking back at him in disbelief.
“You’d really take me there? But it’ll never fit!” she exclaimed.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he spanked either side of her bottom and she yelped in surprise. Quickly, she leaned forward, placing her shoulders down on the bed and her cheek sideways on the quilt. Reaching back, she gripped both sides of her bottom and whimpered.
“Now, baby girl. Spread your ass for Daddy.”
She obeyed and showed him the part of her anatomy that she never thought would be the center of attention. It was silent for a long moment, neither of them saying a word. The bed groaned beneath them and she knew he was on the move.
He touched the top of her cleft and guided his fingers down toward her tight rosette. Shivering with desire, she stilled as his thumb circled her rim of muscle and she clenched in response. She felt him spread a cool, slippery liquid across her bottom hole and she quivered in response. Slowly, he begun working the tip of his thumb in and out of her and she squealed with uneasiness at the intrusion.
She should feel embarrassed, should be ashamed at her body’s visceral reaction to his dominance, but she wasn’t. Instead, she wanted more, needed more of him. His threat to take her naughtiest hole with his cock had her body simmering with desire, craving to be taken in such a wanton manner.
The more he moved, the more comfortable she became. After a short amount of time, the feeling of him mastering her bottom hole started to ignite her body in ways she hadn’t expected. First, he worked his thumb inside her and gradually added more fingers to prepare her. She groaned, her passion brewing hot inside her every limb.
The moment he pulled his hand away and pressed the head of his cock against her tight rim of muscle, she sighed with excitement. Slowly, he pressed into her and she cried out at the pleasure pain of the experience. Deeper and deeper, he slid into her until she felt his hips press up against her backside, still warm from the effects of his palm, paddle, and belt.
“Hands on the bed, baby girl,” he murmured and she released her cheeks as he grabbed her hips. Leisurely, he pulled his cock out once and pushed it back in a few times, allowing her body to get used to the sheer size of his length.
His fingers dug into the flesh at her waist, before his hips surged forth. He took her hard then and she squeaked in surprise. She could feel his balls slap against her sore backside over and over and reveled in the feeling of his complete mastery of her body.
She was his and his alone, and no one could ever take that from her. Loving every second of it, she gave into the passion cascading through her body and allowed herself to thoroughly enjoy it. Darrius reached around her waist and held her close to him, his fingers reaching down to pinch her throbbing clit.
As soon as his fingers touched her there, her entire world tore apart with white hot ecstasy. Held tight in his arms, she trembled, screaming with her desire. He shook against her and she moaned when she felt him shudder with his own pleasure. His hot seed shot deep inside her bottom and she was overcome with a second more powerful release.
His magic intensified, reinforcing the bond between the two of them so that it would be forever unbreakable. An electric current beat through her, both their hearts beating as one. His breath hung heavy in her ear and he held her as she slumped back against him.
They collapsed dow
n on the bed beneath them, his cock still inside her. Arching back against his chest, she sighed, feeling more satisfied than ever. Turning her head, she looked up at him with a gentle smile. He gazed at her, his eyes full of warmth for her, only for her.
He pulled out from her and she whined at the emptiness, her bottom clenching in want. He laughed and shook his head, before he fetched a bowl of warm water and a few soft towels. Slowly and seductively, he cleansed her and she did the same for him.
Gasping, she stared in disbelief as his cock hardened once again. He pressed her down on her back and knelt between her legs, before he entered her pussy with a single smooth, hard motion. Moaning, she spread her thighs even wider, feeling him as deep within her body as she possibly could.
“Never forget, you’re all mine, baby girl. I love you.”
“I love you too, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice slightly hoarse from her screams of passion that day.
Grasping her thighs, he took her hard, slamming his hips into hers and she loved it. She wanted it and she shook with rising need. He leaned down, releasing her thighs and lifting her so that she was supported by his knees. He bounced her up and down on his cock and she cried out at the sensation. She wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing his sheer strength to take her exactly how he wanted.
“Please, Daddy, I need to come,” she cried out, feeling more desperate with every passing second.
“Wait for my word, baby. Don’t you dare let go until I allow it,” he growled seductively and she couldn’t help but quiver at his words.
Just then, he fucked her harder than ever and her passion grew even higher. She felt as though she was up in the clouds, mere seconds from falling to the ground far below.
“Please, Daddy, please!” she begged.
“Come now, baby.”
She shuddered as her release took over at the same moment as he found his. He came inside her, the hotness spurting against her insides like fire. She came again and again, held close against him. Her fingernails scraped against his back and he groaned with her. When the two of them finally settled, they just held each other. Irena smiled, never wanting to let go for as long as she lived.