Chapter 316 --316
The air in the room was still and heavy with Mahir’s desperation. His attempt to get a reaction by serving her without permission was a mistake. To him it was a gamble. To Elara it was wrong. She woke up fast. In one quick move she used his own weight to flip him over. With a sharp twist of her leg she threw him backward onto the bed. Before he knew it she was on top of him. She sat right on his chest. Her legs squeezed his sides hard. She pinned him down. She was on top. She stayed on top the whole time.
She looked down at him with cold eyes. She grabbed his dark hair and pulled his head up hard. She said one order in a flat voice. "Beg me to punish your cock."
Mahir’s eyes went wide. A deep red flush came over his face. Not from shame. From pure happy need. A big smile broke across his face. "Please master," he whispered. "Punish my cock. Hurt it for you."
He opened his legs wide under her. His body shook with excitement. "Please master," he begged again. "Make my cock leak for you. Make it hurt so good."
Elara stared at his full giving up. Her long sleep was over. The hard work of breaking him had begun. She would keep him under her the whole night. She stood up for one second. Her iron chain clinked. But she climbed right back on top of him. She sat on his chest again. Her weight pushed him flat.
She picked up things from the table. A heavy silk sash. A long leather belt. Two thin sharp pins from her hair. A small candle and matches. A bottle of hot oil. A hard wooden brush with stiff hairs. The glowing blue gemstone. She put them all on the bed next to him. Then she sat heavier on his chest. She was on top. Full control.
Mahir turned over fast. He pressed his face into the pillows. His back was tight. Elara tied his wrists to the bed with the silk sash. The knots were very tight. He could not move his hands.
She sat on his lower back now. Her legs squeezed him. She folded the leather belt. She brought it down hard on his thighs. Crack! The red mark rose fast. Mahir took a sharp breath.
Crack! Crack! Crack! She hit him again and again. Hard steady hits on his thighs. On his bottom. On his back. His skin turned hot and red. Sweat ran down him. His muscles shook under her. But he stayed quiet. He loved her on top.
She put the belt down. She picked up the wooden brush. She sat higher on his back. She brushed his skin hard. Up and down. The stiff hairs scraped and stung. She brushed his back. His arms. The back of his legs. Red dots covered him. His body jerked under her weight. His tail lashed but he did not move.