The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 656: Spanking And Punishment

"Count," he spoke again, his voice threatening and full of warning that if she didn’t, it would be worse for her.

"O-One?" she said in a painful voice, unsure if this was what he meant. Before she could recover from the shock and pain of the first strike, his hand moved again, and she sucked in a deep breath, only to feel the same pain on her other buttock.

"Ahh..." she gritted her teeth.

His strong hand landed on her soft skin both times without mercy. Her hands clutched the couch seat until her nails dug into it, her eyes turning moist.

"Count," she heard him again.

"T-Two," she said with much effort. She realized it was her punishment. Before, when he had talked about spanking her, she thought he was joking, and even if he did it, it would be like spanking a child. She was wrong.

Once more, his hand moved away from her buttock. She braced herself for another strike, but this time his hand caressed the area where it hurt, taking her by surprise. She thought he had taken mercy on her. However, while caressing her burning skin, his fingertips found their way elsewhere, between her exposed womanhood.

She felt his fingertips gently running against her soft folds, making her suck in a sharp breath. Her legs trembled lightly, the pain from moments before fading under the pleasure she was beginning to feel. Just when she thought his fingers might continue and move inside her, he retracted his hand and spanked her again, leaving her disappointed.

Slap!

Another strong blow brought her back to her senses, and she almost let out a loud cry. "Damn you, Arlan Cromwell," she cursed, her hands ready to tear apart the couch cushion.

"Count!"

"Th-Three," her voice trembled from the pain. She wanted to curse him more, but once again his hand caressed her burning skin, then repeated what his fingers had done to her private place. He was giving her pain and arousing her at the same time. She wished this time his fingers would stay and give her what she wanted, but she was disappointed again.

Slap!

Her face turned red from the burning sensation once more, but this time she counted on her own, "Four!" hoping he would finally give her the pleasure her body was aching for.

Despite the pain, Oriana was aroused and wet, needing him. What was he doing to her? Or was her mind twisted to find this pleasurable?

His hand moved once more, repeating the cycle twice more: spanking her, taking his time, and then pleasuring her only to leave her midway. She counted each slap against her burning buttocks without missing a beat. She was panting heavily when he finally moved her dress back down her legs. There was no seventh time, and Oriana wondered if she could have taken any more.

At this moment, all she wanted was to have him, to get her way with him. He pulled her back and made her sit on his lap, but she winced in pain as the burning skin of her bottom made sitting troublesome. She didn’t care.

She shifted and straddled him, folding her legs on either side while her face drew closer to his, her eyes locking with his cold ones.

Even after spanking her, punishing her, he was still angry. But she knew how to coax him, and she was going for it.

Both her palms caressed his cheeks seductively as she asked in a low, gentle voice, "We agreed on four back then, why six times?"

He didn’t answer, his hands running along her curves, trying to arouse her more.

"You’ve punished me already, won’t you say anything?" she whispered against his lips, her body moving softly against his, trying to arouse him. "Let’s do something nice so you won’t be angry anymore, alright?" she said, her hands moving down his chest, then his stomach, and finally to his pants, her lustful gaze not leaving his cold one.

She could feel the tension between them, the heat of their desires mingling with the remnants of anger. As her fingers teased the waistband of his pants, she leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "I need you, Arlan," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of desperation and desire.

Before her hands could unbuckle his belt, Arlan gripped her wrists with both of his hands. She looked at him in surprise. "You don’t want it? We’re done with the punishment, aren’t we?" freewёbnoνel.com

"Punishment starts now," he replied, lifting her into his arms.

Oriana felt a delighted flutter in her heart, happily letting him carry her to the bed. Being intimate with him was all she wanted at that moment; her mind could think of nothing else. The demoness inside her was hungrier than she had felt on the night of a new moon.

He placed her gently on the bed, and she waited for him to hover over her, but he stepped back. "Your punishment is, you won’t have me today."

"What?" she exclaimed in disbelief and moved up to sit in the bed, though it still hurt.

"That is your punishment," he repeated.

"Don’t joke around," she said in frustration, feeling a strong urge to turn the chamber upside down. "You know I want you."

"But I am not giving you." His expressions, serous as if nothing could move him from his decision.

Her eyes turned red with anger. "Arlan Cromwell," she growled, her body begging to be touched.

"Rest well," he said, leaving the chamber as she cursed at him. "You damn dragon! If you step inside my chamber ever again, I am going to cut your paws, pull out your horns, and smash your tail under my feet. You scoundrel, you jerk, don’t ever show up in front of me!"

She continued to curse while Arlan left without turning back. His gaze was dark, his mind focused on the need to meet with others and find out if the demon who is looking for Oriana, knew about Oriana’s arrival in the demon realm. The worry about her safety was consuming him, leaving him with no desire for intimacy at that moment.

’I need to call Yorian and the others.’ He disappeared and reappeared at Wildridge Manor, sending a message to Yorian beforehand.