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"T-Thank you, S-Sir. Thank you for punishing me," she replied breathlessly. I then surprised her, and myself, by kissing her on the cheek. She stared at me, but I be a wee bit embarrassed to say that I couldn't hold my gaze with her. Instead, I pulled her tired body into my bed and covered the sheets. I don't think it was long before she fell asleep.
After that, I deal with...our audience member. When I faced Burnwood, I noticed that she was on the floor, wide-eyed, and very aroused. The drenched stain on her pants was obvious as her body trembled with a doe-eyed face. She was breathing excessively and her nipples looked positively suckable.
I held the sleek, soaked paddle in front of her. "You know, good girls get to lick the spoon when its finished. You be dismissed. Be sure to tell Liara what you've seen. No doubt she be interested," I said. I then guided Diane to my door and let her leave though I think she had some trouble walking.
As she left, I closed the door and entered my chambers once again. There, I took a look at the sleeping elf in my bed. She seemed very calm, yet I know that her entire body will hate what I put it through later. I even dare say that it hates me now, Nevertheless, there is a sense of...wholeness I found when I looked at her. It could only be akin to me looking at the sea itself.
As I sat at my desk, I mumbled to myself. I clenched and unclenched my fingers before I pulled out one of my drawers. I took a piece of paper and pulled out the book which listed all the crafting materials of the known world. Of course, I know there be quite a few...rare or mythic materials not in this book, but...it be enough for now.
I placed the book next to Aesteal along with the note before I went back to my work. As I continued writing, I noticed the paddle still wrought with my lovely elf's warm fluids. I picked up the paddle and licked it clean.
"Mmm, a mighty fine taste it be," I said to myself before I continued to work into the night.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous3 months agoAuthor doesn’t understand the intricacies of a dom sub relationship.
Author makes every female wish to be “punished”.
Author believes his protagonist Eric is being “dominant” but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Eric is an insecure man child that uses women as an outlet, to release his pathetic delusions of what he thinks he used to be in his past life.
Of course, Eric will always be succesful in subduing these women because the author wishes to live vicariously through him.
Which is worrisome since Eric has some qualities of a cuckold, and quite literally was one in his past life. (Author, I hope your dream of getting cucked comes true! I’m rooting for ya!)
Crusader2359 months agoHell of a Pirate tale. Hoping you don't go to far into the bdsm. He needs to fuck, and loved on his Elf when she awakes. Keep up the good work.
