Born into bondage, well bred slave Allegra has spent her entire life fighting against the men who own her. Her resistance and penchant for escape has seen her endure many harsh punishments and found her marked as an undesirable piece of property. Now past the first bloom of youth, she is sold off to a mysterious lord who seems to know her better than she knows herself. Allegra soon discovers deeper submission and freedom than she’s ever known before in the arms of the imposing Lord Dominic and his aide, the magnetically handsome Caesar.
I don’t have the time to think about Caesar. I am helpless in Dominic’s grasp, over his lap. Every time his hand lands I buck my hips in pain. I should have taken his warnings more seriously. I should have done as I was told. But now my bottom feels swollen and raw and still he is spanking me. I cry and wail contrite words to that effect, but it changes nothing, his hard palm thunders against my cheeks, all the force of his muscular arm behind it.
Before long, I am reduced to whimpering tears. My bottom is hot and so sore that every new slap feels as if it comes from some superhuman source. I am wriggling as much as he will allow me to, but it does not help the pain. The more I wriggle, the more he centers the slaps and builds on them, spanking me in the same spot over and over again.
“I told you to come to me when you were ready, did I not?” His voice rumbles above me.
“Yes master,” I gasp through tears. I know I have earned this punishment, but that makes it no easier to take.
“I did not tell you to start displaying yourself to Caesar, did I?”
“No master, I am sorry,” I wail. I feel truly bad for what I have done. Dominic has been kind and I have rewarded him by spreading my affections around.
“Are you the sort of woman who will always need more than one cock to satisfy her?” The question cuts through me and prompts more tears. “Do not cry, answer the question,” he cuts in curtly.
“No master,” I say quickly.
He reaches down and nestles his hand between my legs. I feel his fingers resting along my slit, pressing just below my clit. “Are you sure about that, Allegra?” His voice is softer now. I am too scared to think about the real answer to the question, so I repeat myself, assuring him that I need just one man, that I only need him.