Leanna-Chapter 200: [Punishment]

[Estela’s POV]

[Punishment]

"AH!"

I wheezed when his palm landed on my butt.

"I can’t believe you did those things to me," he hissed again before he huffed a laugh.

"Naughty girl, Estela."

His breath was hot behind my ear, and goosebumps erupted on my skin from the threatening aura he gave off. Slowly, he moved his lips down, kissing every notch of my spine while his hand rubbed my butt, massaging and soothing it before slapping it again –– hard.

He was reverting to his ruthless, domineering self.

I let out a cry at his every slap. He let me felt every bit of his revenge. But he made sure he didn’t overdo it, applying enough force so the pain would turn to pleasure.

His lips lingered at the scars on my back, yet he remained silent, not asking about it. Just how ruthless his hand was, slapping my ass, was the exact opposite of how gentle his lips as he planted small soft kisses on my back, tracing my spine while licking my scars.

He then moved his lips down to my butt cheeks.

"Nghh . . ."

I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure when he nibbled my bottom cheeks. He trailed down, and his breathe was hot between my thighs and my legs quivered.

My forehead creased when I could no longer feel him between my legs. I turned and saw him holding his full erection. He was dripping it with his saliva, lubricating it with his hand.

My eyes bulged, and before I could even say ’wait,’ he plunged his hard, throbbing cock inside me, in one full thrust.

Argh!

I screamed at the top of my lungs as my legs gave way. I slumped on the bed, but Zhander firmly held my hips, refusing to let me rest against the soft mattress.

Even with all that force, Zhander’s cock wasn’t entirely in, just halfway inside me.

I clenched, and he groaned loudly.

My inner walls tried to accommodate his size, yet Zhander didn’t let it. He continued to thrust deeper and harder –– determined to shove his whole penis inside me, not minding the blood dripping out of me.

"Argh! Arghhh!"

I screamed when he thrust deeper. I felt my hands would break at any moment from tugging the chains. It hurts like hell!

"Nghr!"

Zhander groaned in pleasure when his cock was finally inside me, hitting my womb, and I jerked and teared up.

I couldn’t even utter a single word out. Moans, screams, and gasps escaped my mouth when he thrust in and out. I tried to wiggle away from his hold as I couldn’t seem to handle this kind of pain any longer. I knew it was going to hurt, but I didn’t know it would hurt this much. It was like I was torn apart while the swollen and burning scar of my inner walls felt like they were rubbed by a knife.

Zhander tightened his grip on my hips, refusing me to move even an inch away from him. I couldn’t help but cry in pain, yet he didn’t have any intention of stopping.

"This is punishment."

He bent and caught my chin with one hand while his other hand gripped my waist, holding me in place. He was pulling me at his every thrust, meeting my hips at every slam while his balls hit my aching sex.

"Let’s see if you try those things on me again."

"N-no . . . m-more . . . ," I pleaded, but the ruthless man only laughed.

"Little Stela, how about this . . . if you can make me come . . . I’ll let you go . . . ," he mocked.

My jaw clenched as I bit my lip.

I’ll remember this.

Zhander didn’t pause even for a moment as he thrust deeper and harder.

Eventually, the unbearable pain turned to pleasure –– pleasure beyond anything I tasted in my life.

And before I knew it –– I was asking for more.

"More?"

He teased, grinning. His hip was against my butt. His cock was pulsating inside me.

"Argh . . . m-more . . ."

I was a slave to his every command and desire. I didn’t care about dignity and all that shit anymore when facing this kind of pleasure.

I wanted more.

Zhander chuckled.

He slapped my butt and grabbed my hair. My body arched as he leaned closer to my ears.

"You like it rough?" he whispered as he pounded me harder.

"Y-yes . . ."

"Since I’m a good boyfriend, then I’ll give it to you rough," he said, licking my neck.

True to his words, he gained pace, pounding me harder, deeper, and faster. The room was filled with my screaming and his groaning, and it felt like the whole building vibrated with our lovemaking.

But I didn’t care.

I was lost in this sweet, torturous pleasure.

Zhander fucked me harder. Making me feel his throbbing cock, pounding deeper and harder at his every thrust, taking me to the edge, begging for release.

Then he stopped.

I gasped when he pulled out.

"Urgh . . . !" I whimpered when he teased me with his fingertips.

The anticipation was unbearable. I was so close to heaven, yet he had to pull out at the crucial moment and teased me with his fingers.

"Zhander . . ."

I begged him, and the smile on his lips widened. His eyes glistened with mischievousness.

I gasped when out of the blue, he bent down and sucked my aching clit.

I was going insane at this agonizing, torturous sensations he was giving me.

And without warning, he thrust again –– deeper, pounding me harder.

"Argh!"

For a moment, I thought I lost my sanity there.

He was ruthless. His actions turned faster before his body trembled.

"Z-Zhander . . ."

"L-let’s come together . . . nghh . . . Estela . . ."

He pulled my waist closer to him. My body trembled, couldn’t hold any longer, and came. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, and I thought I saw stars.

Not long after, Zhander, with one final deep thrust –– came inside me, filling me with his seeds as he snapped his head back and groaned in pure ecstasy.

My body was numb. I was too exhausted to the point of losing my consciousness. But Zhander just continued to fill me until I could no longer contain him, and some of his cum dripped out of me.

He slumped against my back, gasping for air as his shoulders and chest moved up and down. His hot breath fanning my dump skin.

*huff . . .

*pant . . .

It was a while that the room was filled with our exhausted breaths. I groaned in protest when Zhander pulled out and moved to my side and untied my hands. Without strength, my hands slumped against the soft pillows, as well as my battered body.

I was still panting when Zhander scooped me and carried me, bridal style, into my closet. I didn’t have the strength to utter any words to him. With half eyes closed and a weak physique, I let him placed me on the princess couch in the corner of my closet.

He then walked with all his glory into my secret compartment, which I forgot to close due to me being excited.

He grinned and looked at me with a naughty smile. His eyes were blazing, promising another punishment.

"Well, well, well. As I thought, you have this many . . . ’toys’ with you. I kind of wonder where on earth did you get those gag strap, feather, and cuffs."

He grabbed a vibrator and whip and faced me. His eyes darkened, and I shrunk against the couch for protection.

"Are you going to use this on me, little Stela?"

"T-that’s . . . w-well . . . ," I stuttered as I couldn’t find the words to tell him he was correct.

I kind of regretted it that I have those toys with me as I have a feeling instead of using it on Zhander, it would be the other way around.

Zhander crept towards me, and my body shook, couldn’t avert my gaze from his.

He was like a beast about to devour me.

With shaking legs, I forced myself to flee, but Zhander circled his arms around my waist.

"Where are you going, Estela?" he murmured between nibbling my earlobe.

I felt the familiar heat accumulated between my thighs that only he could entice.

"B-bathroom . . . nghh . . ."

I let out a moan when he squeezed both of my breasts at the same time.

"Hmm . . . that’s a good idea."

Before I could even register what he said, he carried me and went into the bathroom with an evil grin spreading across his face.

Me and my big mouth.

"Z-Zhander . . . uhm . . . i-it’s kind of painful . . . c-can you be g-gentle . . . ?"

Since it was impossible to stop him, I pleaded with him instead.

Zhander just laughed.

"Little Stela, it all depends if you’ll be obedient and do everything I say."

He licked his lips as he stared at me.

*gulp . . .

He chuckled and kissed my forehead.

"Little stela, don’t worry . . . after you let me have my way with you, I’ll be gentle . . . probably."

. . .

. . .

I have a feeling I won’t be able to walk in the remaining days to come.

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Fin. 🐇