The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 656

Chapter 656: Spanking And Punishment

"Count," he spoke again, his voice threatening and full of warning that if she didn’t, it would be worse for her.

"O-One?" she said in a painful voice, unsure if this was what he meant. Before she could recover from the shock and pain of the first strike, his hand moved again, and she sucked in a deep breath, only to feel the same pain on her other buttock.

"Ahh..." she gritted her teeth.

His strong hand landed on her soft skin both times without mercy. Her hands clutched the couch seat until her nails dug into it, her eyes turning moist.

"Count," she heard him again.

"T-Two," she said with much effort. She realized it was her punishment. Before, when he had talked about spanking her, she thought he was joking, and even if he did it, it would be like spanking a child. She was wrong.

Once more, his hand moved away from her buttock. She braced herself for another strike, but this time his hand caressed the area where it hurt, taking her by surprise. She thought he had taken mercy on her. However, while caressing her burning skin, his fingertips found their way elsewhere, between her exposed womanhood.

She felt his fingertips gently running against her soft folds, making her suck in a sharp breath. Her legs trembled lightly, the pain from moments before fading under the pleasure she was beginning to feel. Just when she thought his fingers might continue and move inside her, he retracted his hand and spanked her again, leaving her disappointed.

Slap!

Another strong blow brought her back to her senses, and she almost let out a loud cry. "Damn you, Arlan Cromwell," she cursed, her hands ready to tear apart the couch cushion.

"Count!"

"Th-Three," her voice trembled from the pain. She wanted to curse him more, but once again his hand caressed her burning skin, then repeated what his fingers had done to her private place. He was giving her pain and arousing her at the same time. She wished this time his fingers would stay and give her what she wanted, but she was disappointed again.

Slap!

Her face turned red from the burning sensation once more, but this time she counted on her own, "Four!" hoping he would finally give her the pleasure her body was aching for.

Despite the pain, Oriana was aroused and wet, needing him. What was he doing to her? Or was her mind twisted to find this pleasurable?

His hand moved once more, repeating the cycle twice more: spanking her, taking his time, and then pleasuring her only to leave her midway. She counted each slap against her burning buttocks without missing a beat. She was panting heavily when he finally moved her dress back down her legs. There was no seventh time, and Oriana wondered if she could have taken any more.

At this moment, all she wanted was to have him, to get her way with him. He pulled her back and made her sit on his lap, but she winced in pain as the burning skin of her bottom made sitting troublesome. She didn’t care.