HIS DOE HIS DAMNATION (by Vivienne) novel Chapter 167

Meadow was about to lose her damn mind.

That’s if she hadn’t lost it already.

“Alaric, come on,” she panted. “You can’t do this.”

I felt my lips twitch. “1, in fact, can, love. You’re at my mercy now, remember?” And then I raised my fingers to my mouth and sucked her sweet juices off them.

Meadow’s gorgeous eyes followed every single moment, and when she swallowed, I knew what she wanted.

To taste herself.

However, I wasn’t done yet.

I walked over to the desk, pulling it open so I could take out the leather crop. When I turned to face Meadow, her eyes were wide, filled with lust as she breathed hard.

She looked so fucking amazing, panties off, nipple clamps on her perky nipples. The way her hands and legs were stretched nearly all the way out like a four–point star.

My cock jumped in my pants for the umpteenth time tonight. It was threatening to be let out. To be released. I wanted to be inside of her so fucking bad.

But I wasn’t going to rush into it. This had been a long time coming. And Meadow needed to learn how to be patient.

And also needed to be punished for her stubbornness. Her defiance. My gaze shifted to the glass filled with ice that I had brought in here. The ice was almost completely melted, so that was off the table for now.

However, I still reached for it, enjoying the feel of the cold, wet glass in my hand. For the longest time, I couldn’t feel heat or cold. And now that I could, the relief that I felt could not be explained in simple words.

Nearby, Meadow whimpered. “Alaric…”

Dropping the glass, I approached her with very slow steps, the crop in my hand swinging casually as if I had all the time in the world.

And I did.

Meadow, however–didn’t.

She was panting, trembling with need. Her thighs were slick with sweat, and her pupils were so blown out I could barely see her hazel orbs.

“Alaric…” she breathed again, pleading now, voice so heavy with desperation. She wasn’t begging me yet.

But she would.

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I stopped just a foot away from her and tilted my head. “Look at you,” I murmured, dragging the flat end of the crop along the inside of her thigh. “All of that attitude and deflance, and now you’re nothing but a trembling mess, dripping only for me.”

She swallowed, her lips parting like she wanted to speak. Although, no words came out.

All night, she had been trying to push me.

And now it seemed as though she’d just realized that she wasn’t going to get off that easy tonight.

A corner of my lips pulled up. “Still think you’re in control?”

She whimpered. “No… I never thought I was.”

My gaze narrowed. “Say it, then.”

Meadow bit down on her bottom lip, and then: “If I say it, will you let me come?”

The words weren’t even completely out of her mouth before I snapped the crop across her thigh. Meadow yelped.

“The fact that you’re trying to negotiate with me tells me you want to be in control, Meadow,” I murmured. ” You never thought you were, but all your actions showed everything.”

Meadow gasped softly, shaking her head. “I’m not in control.”

I let the crop trace up her thigh, brushing it just near her core without touching her where exactly she needed me. My jaw ticked. “And who is?”

“You,” she said quickly, her breath hitching. “You are, daddy.”

Fuck.

My cock jumped again. The way she always called me that…

“Good girl,” I praised.

I started to circle behind her. Meadow’s body flinched on instinct, and I felt a smile tug at my lips. She was hypersensitive now. A simple flick of my wrist could send her screaming again.

Or maybe sobbing.

Or both.

I raised the crop, letting it hover over her ass, and then I snapped it across the flesh, tighter and harder than the first time I did.

Meadow cried out, a high pitched sound that traveled straight to my cock.

“One,” I murmured. I could’ve made her count, but I decided against it.

I brought it down again, enjoying the way her body jerked and she hissed.

But then that hiss transitioned into a moan of pleasure.

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“TWO.”

By the time I reached five, she was gasping for air, and I could tell that she was close to coming just from the stimulation. Her legs and hands were shaking against the cuffs, her back arching in such a beautiful manner that I had to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from fucking her right then and there.

Slowly, I walked around until I was in front of her again, taking in every single inch of the flushed, fully wrecked goddess in front of me.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” I whispered.

Her eyelids fluttered. “Frustrated,” she panted. “I feel… everything, Alaric.”

Gently cupping her cheek, I leaned in. “And what do you

want?”

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