Punishment Clauses
He quickly laid her on the bed and hovered over her. He started kissing and sucking her neck, making hickies around them.
His one hand grabbed her mound, while she was leaving low moans from her mouth. His every touch shattered her oath. His every touch elicited a burn in her body. She wanted something. She craved it.
Her hands roamed his body, hugging his waist. Her naked and hid clothed body gave her warmth. She wanted him to remove his clothes, but she was still shy to say it.
After squeezing her bòòbies enough, he took one in his mouth and starting sucking, biting, licking and making it red around her bŕeaśts.
Renese Lorrain
*Arching her back due to his sucking. Raking her hands in his hair and moaning* Ahh...ummm..haa
Rowan Blackwell
Say my name. *pinching her nipple*
Renese Lorrain
Ahhh...Ro...Wan...hmm *sweating*
Rowan Blackwell
Yes, baby girl. You are being such a good girl. Say my name again. I want to hear you screaming my name. *licking her navel while fondling with her bòòbs*
Renese Lorrain
Rowan...ahhmmm...please stop...I'm not ready....*teary eyes*
He stops and looks at her all messed up by his deeds. Her teary eyes, her swollen cherries and her naked sweating body allured him.
Rowan Blackwell
I'm not planning to complete it this time doll. So don't worry. I just need to inspect you. That you are mine fully.
Rowan Blackwell
Body. Mind. And soul. I want all of you. I want you to think and talk about me only. *wipes her teary eyes*
Renese Lorrain
Inspect? How?
Rowan Blackwell
Just need to know that you belong to me....*hands went to her puśśy* You are wet. *smirks*
Renese Lorrain
*Close her eyes and legs tightly*
Rowan Blackwell
Be a good girl and let me see your wet puśśy. *widen her legs* You obey me when I command you.
Rowan Blackwell
You are mine now. My Doll. My Wife. And your duty is to obey me and satisfy me *kiss her thighs*
Renese Lorrain
What if....I don't obey you..? *Gasps as she can feel his breath on her pùssý*
Rowan Blackwell
You get punishments. *kiss her pùssý lips*
Renese Lorrain
Mhh ahhh....*moves around due to sensations*
Rowan Blackwell
*Licks her clìť and starts tongue fùcķing her hole*
Renese Lorrain
What punishments...haa? *dripping*
Rowan Blackwell
Not now. Let me eat you. *thrust his middle finger inside her hole*
Rowan Blackwell
*Pumping his finger in and out* You are tight...*grunts*
Renese Lorrain
Haa...Rowan...!! Mmmhh...I feel weird...*clutch his hair and pushing him away*
Rowan Blackwell
I know baby doll...*continues thrusting his finger and sucking her ćliť* You can cùm...come on my tongue.
Rowan Blackwell
Let me drink your honey....*thrust his tongue in her g-spot*
Renese Lorrain
Ahhh....*stomach knotting* haa...I'm cumming... *released her juice inside his mouth* haa *breathing hardly*
Rowan Blackwell
*Drinks her juice and kiss her pùssý*
Rowan Blackwell
*Comes to her and kisses her lips gently*
Renese Lorrain
*Tastes herself while kissing him back*
Rowan Blackwell
I can't actually wait to claim you little doll *kisses her forehead and comes down from her*
Rowan Blackwell
I'll be back in few minutes *goes to washroom to cool off*
The clock ticked softly in the silence, its sound amplified by the way her skin still tingled. She sat alone on the edge of the massive bed, the silk sheets tangled around her thighs like a lie she didn’t know how to untell.
Her heart still hadn’t slowed. Her lips were swollen from his kiss. Her body... betrayed her.
How could a single man break through her defenses so easily?
A soft knock at the door wasn’t a question. It was a command.
Renese pulled the robe tighter around her body and padded barefoot through the dark hall, each step toward him a surrender she didn’t know she was making.
He stood behind the desk like a king at his throne, dressed now in a crisp black shirt and dark slacks. The dim lighting threw shadows across his jaw, making him look carved from something older and crueler than time.
He didn’t look at her right away. Just sipped his drink and gestured to the chair across from him.
Her fingers clenched around the robe’s belt. She wanted to refuse. Her pride told her to run. But she sat. Quietly. Slowly.
He slid a folder toward her across the smooth oak desk. Her name gleamed in silver across the front.
Renese Lorrain
What is this? *brows furrowed*
He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands like a man at ease in his dominance.
Rowan Blackwell
Your real marriage contract. The public one is for appearances. This... this is for us.
Her pulse kicked. She hesitated, then flipped it open. The contents made her stomach twist.
Clause 3: The wife shall maintain emotional and physical availability to the husband at all times unless expressly excused.
Clause 7: Punishments may be delivered at the husband’s discretion for disobedience, silence, or attempted rebellion.
Clause 11: Safe words are permitted but do not guarantee reprieve.
Renese Lorrain
This is a joke. *says in quivering tone*
Rowan Blackwell
I don’t make jokes. Especially not about my wife. *cruel smile*
Renese Lorrain
I never agreed to be this kind of wife. *looks up sharply*
Rowan Blackwell
Then don’t agree. Disagree. Disobey. I’ll enjoy showing you the consequences. ❄️
He rose from his chair and came around the desk with quiet precision. She didn’t move. Couldn’t. Her body remembered too much from earlier—his hands, his mouth, the way he’d stripped her of control without even untying her robe.
Rowan Blackwell
You think what happened earlier was about lust? *leans and whispers*
Rowan Blackwell
It was a warning.
She inhaled sharply as his fingers grazed her shoulder, just barely touching.
Rowan Blackwell
I wanted you to know how easily I could own you. And I didn’t even need to take all of you... just enough.
Renese Lorrain
You manipulated me. *grips the armrests*
Rowan Blackwell
No, little wife. I exposed you.
He leaned down, lips brushing her temple.
Rowan Blackwell
You begged for it. You begged for me. And I didn’t even need to fuck you.
Her face flushed with shame and fury.
Renese Lorrain
I didn’t beg—
He reached down and lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
Rowan Blackwell
And I’ll make you beg again. But next time, I won’t be so merciful.
He released her with slow indifference and walked back to his desk.
Rowan Blackwell
You have until midnight to sign it. I’ll have Lillian bring you a pen. If you don’t...
He turned, his expression unreadable.
Rowan Blackwell
Let’s just say I’ll introduce you to Clause 7 personally.
Rowan Blackwell
You don't have a choice, Renese. Obey me and I'll reward you, disobey me and there'll be consequences.
Renese stood, the contract clutched in her trembling hands. She didn’t speak. She didn’t cry. She walked back down the hallway with her pulse echoing in her ears.
And behind her, Rowan watched the sway of her robe with the eyes of a man who already owned the ending.
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