Returning to their room, Kayla sat down on the bed and sighed as she took a book from her nightstand.
“This is the third time you’ve attempted to escape, my little bird. And I’ve warned you that there would be a punishment if you tried to leave our hamlet again.” As he crouched down beside the bed to look deep into her eyes, she knew this man meant business.
“This isn’t our home. You kidnapped me, remember?”
His hand came crashing down onto her rump. “You’re going to start speaking to me with respect,” he said, applying a hard smack to her other cheek. “And to help you remember, I’m going to teach you a lesson that you’ll soon not forget.”
She tugged at the rope that secured her delicate wrists to the headboard as he reached up her short dress and grabbed her underpants, jerking them down and over the bottoms of her bare feet.
“We both know you aren’t going anywhere, so calm down and raise those luscious hips of yours. I want your head and chest down when I fuck your sweet ass.”
“Oh, Jesus,” she mumbled in a quiet tone.
His chuckle sounded evil as he unzipped his jeans. “You can pray to whoever you want, but you’re mine now. Have I mentioned how long I’ve been dreaming of this moment?"
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