Dark Castle by Shanna Handel

10

Santo

“I knewyou’d sneak out again. But this time, I let you. I wanted to know who you were meeting, and I knew you’d never tell me.” I slip a finger underneath her chin, tilting her face up so her eyes meet mine. “You broke a rule. You lied. You broke a promise.”

“You knew I would.” Her lips purse.

“I did.” I cup her chin, pinching it between my forefinger and thumb, stroking a thumb over her perfect pout. “And I’m going to punish you for it.”

Her words shake. “W—with your belt?”

“Yes. With my belt.” My hand slides between our bodies, going to the metal buckle at my waist.

She backs up, looking around with wild eyes. “Here?”

“Yes. Here in the woods. I’m going to punish you here in the woods, my leather belt to your bare ass. Then, I’m going to punish you,” I grab her around her waist, pulling her back into me. I cup her sex in my hand. “Here.”

Her eyes go wide as she melts into my touch. “How can you punish me…there…” Her words trail off.

“There’re lots of ways to punish a bad girl. You’ll see.” I have so much to teach my little virgin. First, a lesson in obedience. I release her, snapping my buckle loose. She watches with a look caught somewhere between horror and desire.

I’d bet anything her panties are damp, her sex already wet for me. This one…she’s so innocent, such a good girl, but at the mere mention of punishments, she goes all breathy and hot.

There’s a bad girl beneath that good girl exterior.

One that wants to feel the lines of pain and pleasure blur.

Leaving my belt undone, the buckle hanging open, I cup her face in my hand, running my fingers to the back of her neck. I gather her hair, knotting it in my fist. I lean forward, tugging her ear to my mouth. “You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?”

She trembles under my touch. “I guess…I guess I am…”

“You’re my bad girl.” I take her lobe between my teeth, nipping at it. “And what do I do with bad girls?”

“You punish them.” Her words are filled with shame. They make my blood run hot as fire.

My free hand travels to her lower back, pushing her against me, pressing her stomach into me so she can feel the hardness of my cock through my trousers.

She leans against me. “And then what do you do to them?”

My cock throbs as I press it against her soft body. “I fuck them. I fuck them hard. I make them scream my name. I fuck them until they’re sore between their thighs and they’ve learned their lesson.”

“Oh…” She gapes at me, desire and shame filling her gaze.

“But I won’t do that with you.” I won’t take her virginity and start a war within my own family. Not yet, at least.

“What will you do to me?” Those big brown eyes lock on mine.

“I’ll punish you another way. With my mouth. Making you beg.” I grab her ass in my hand, sliding my fingers between her cheeks, clutching her flesh hard. She gives a gasp, rising up on the tips of her toes. “But first, I mark your ass.”

Her pouty rosebud lips hang open like she wants to protest—or beg for it—but I don’t give her time to do either. Grabbing her hand, I tug her into the woods toward a wide, flat tree stump I saw earlier when we were making our way into the meadow.

In the count of a breath I’m sitting on the stump, my knees bent, my legs comfortably spread with her pinned over my thighs.

“Not out here! Oh God, someone could walk by!” She kicks her pretty legs, making her skirts fly further up. The creamy skin of her bare thighs tempts me but I’ve got work to do first. I tug at her dress, throwing it up over her back.

“And what would they see? A naughty girl being punished.” I hold her down with one hand, grabbing the square of my belt buckle with the other.

“Oh, God…” She freezes, her body tensing over mine as the sound of my leather belt slipping through the loops of my trousers fills the quiet forest.

I drop it and she jerks at the sound of it hitting the ground. I run a hand over her panty-covered bottom. “First, I’m going to spank you with my hand.”

I stroke her bottom and she loosens up. Her body melts against my thighs as she lets out a soft sigh. “That’s not so bad…”

“It’s going to be.” I lift my hand and she tenses. I bring my hand down across her ass. It lands with a satisfying smack, stinging prickles dancing over my palm.

“Oooh…that stings!” Her ass jiggles as she moves her hips. She gives a cute little whine. I smack her ass in the exact same spot to double the sting.

I bring my hand down again, letting it rest on her ass. “Let’s get these panties down and see if you really are a bad girl.”

“Don’t.” Her word is a breath of a whisper, hot shame emanating from her tone. “Don’t.”

She’s afraid of what I’ll find. Of what I already know is there. I take hold of her panties, pulling them down her thighs. I tug them from her feet and slip them into my pocket.

The sight of her bare legs rising up to meet her pretty ass, her skin pink with my handprints, is almost too much. If I was a man with a death wish, or an ounce less of self-control, I’d bend her over this stump and take her virginity right here, right now.

Instead, I admire what I see, stroking her skin and spanking a nice red handprint on her bare ass cheek. I crawl my fingers along her curves. “Now spread those pretty legs for me.”

She gives a groan of humiliation, but she obeys. Her legs part. I slip my hand between her thighs, pushing them further apart until I can see everything. Her sex is glistening with arousal, her pink lips swollen, begging to be touched. Her perfect rosebud of an asshole is exposed to me. My cock throbs at the sight of it, wanting to thrust into her.

Down boy.

“You are a bad girl, aren’t you? I’m punishing you. You should be thinking about what you’ve done wrong. Not thinking about all the dirty things you want me to do to you. Tell me.” I slip a finger inside of her. “Do you like being spanked? Are you my bad little girl?”

“Y—yes…” she whispers, her hips moving backward, trying to find some friction from my finger.

I slap her ass. “Greedy girl.”

She moans, wiggling her hips. “Please. Touch me.”

I take my finger from her, adding a second to it. I thrust them both inside her, hard and fast. She gives a gasp of surprise and pain but as I move them inside her, the gasp turns to lust-filled moans. “Oh my God.”

I cup her ass with my palm, moving inside her. I thrust my fingers in and out, hard and fast, giving her what she begged me for. She bucks over my lap while I fuck her with my fingers. She’s out of control, crying out, humping the air and my leg like an animal.

Her fingers find my leg, digging into my skin. Her sex clenches down on me. She wants to come.

But I won’t let her.

Not yet.

I slip my fingers from her, grabbing my belt from the ground where I’d dropped it. “Did you forget you’re being punished?”

She lays limp over my lap, panting. Her legs stay splayed open, her sex still on full display. “Oh my God…please…let me come….”

I double the leather over itself, halving the length of the belt. “Not until I’ve laid stripes over your ass.”

I bring the belt down. The sound of it striking her skin echoes through the woods. She jumps in surprise at the pain. An angry red stripe rises on her skin. I spank her again, just below the first mark.

“Oh…. oh…” she moans, moving her hips back and forth. “That stings.”

“But it makes you wet. Doesn’t it?” She lets her hair fall over her face, hiding her blush from me. I drag the leather over her curves. “Answer me.”

“Yes. It does.” There’s annoyance in her tone, her shame coming through. “Okay?”

I make a tsk sound. “Don’t take that sassy tone with me.” I bring the belt down, hard.

The leather meets her skin with a loud crack, the angry red line rising faster than the others. She wails. “Okay! Oh my God. I’m sorry!”

I drop the belt, ready to move on to my other ways of punishing her. Grabbing her hips, I slide out from under her, settling her so she’s laying over the large stump in the same position she was laying over my lap.

She looks over her shoulder, her frantic gaze meeting mine. “What are you doing? Where are you going?”

I kneel behind her. “Finishing what I started.”

Her dress has fallen back down. I push it up over her hips. My hands go to the insides of her thighs, spreading her wide.

She fights to find my gaze. “Oh my God. What are you going to do? Tell me what you’re doing back there. I—”

Grabbing her thighs, I bury my face in her sex, darting my tongue inside her.

“Oh….my…Gooood.” I hear her fingers grasping at the fallen leaves to anchor herself to the ground as I dive my tongue deeper inside of her. She’s gasping, panting, “Santo.”

I reach around her, finding her clit beneath my fingertip. I give it one stroke, meaning to tease her but she cries out, a shuddering orgasm bursting from her before I can stop. I drag out the climax, circling her bud while licking her sex and lapping up her juices.

Her body tenses. “I can’t…I can’t take anymore.”

I meant to punish her by withholding her orgasm, but it’s too late for that. Now I’ll have to make her pay by not stopping. I rub her clit harder while working her from behind with my mouth.

She reaches behind her, clawing at me with her fingers. “Stop. Oh my God—”

Another wave of orgasm rocks through her body. She clutches my arms, her hips bucking, pressing her sex against my mouth. I dive in, rubbing her and eating her out with fury until she collapses against the stump, tears in her voice. “I can’t take anymore.”

I stop, pulling back and wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve. I stare at her beautiful, worn-out body as she lays over the tree, limp and helpless.

“Come here.” I move to the stump, gathering her into my arms. I help her up, sitting her on my lap.

She’s shaking and trying to recover. She shoots me a look, her gaze an even mix of anger and shame. “I can’t believe you did that to me.”

“I told you. There’s more than one way to punish a bad girl.” I wrap my arms around her, my lips finding hers. I kiss her, the taste of her sex melding with the taste of her mouth. She pulls back at first, but I bring her closer, kissing her deeper until she’s melting against me.

But she breaks our kiss too soon, looking up at me with unsure eyes, acknowledging that invisible line of tension between us. “This thing between us. What is it to you?”

“I don’t know.” I shrug.

My answer makes her gaze cloud with disappointment. I’ve wanted her from the first moment I laid eyes on her. I was on guard duty at the top of the wall when I first saw Willow. All I had to do was look at her and she blushed.

I tell her, “I’m drawn to you. I was when I first saw you at the wall that day.”

Now, her cheeks flush to that same rosy shade I remember so well. She makes her own confession. “That first day…I’d never seen a man that looked like you…the way you carried yourself. So calm, so sure of yourself.”

I stroke her hair back from her face. I’d never set eyes on a woman as beautiful as her. “I wanted you then, too, and I’ve only wanted you more since.”

She shakes her head, biting her lip.

I smooth her hair down away from her face. “What is it?”

“I’m nothing like those girls you have in your room at night. They seem so interesting and sexy and confident and…I’m just a boring, bread-baking virgin.” Early signs of tears glisten in her eyes.

Is that how she sees herself?

“You’re more than that. You’re brave. You do what you know you need to do, despite me spanking your ass for it. You take care of people. You raise your sister like she was your own.”

“But do you like me, like you like those other girls?” she asks shyly.

My voice drops low. “More.”

“Really?”

“Really.” I nod. “I started sleeping in the room across from yours. To protect you. You think I’d do that for other girls?”

Her eyes widen, a smile creeping to the corners of her lips. “It looked more like you kicked them out the second the sun hit the sky.”

I laugh. “That’s about right.”

She cuts her eyes away from mine, her shyness creeping back. “Surely you miss having those women though?”

“No.” I run a finger down the curve of her face. “They can’t compete with you anyway. You’ve got a body sculpted by the gods.” I stroke my hand down the naked skin of her thigh, scooping her up and standing. “You don’t know it, but you’re flawless.”

She stares at me, as if she’s waiting for me to make the next move, to cross that invisible line between us.

The one that you can’t come back from.

I think of Aldo. Of Briar. Of the tension we’re already all under.

Family first.

“This thing between us?” I say.

I don’t want to hurt her, but tearing our family apart would hurt her more.

I set her down and take her hand to lead her back to the castle. And I tell her, “It’s not meant to be.”