Chapter 217 Nia

• She draped herself across him, ass up, wrists pinned behind her back by his massive hand. The first smack landed hard, palm cracking against her right cheek, the sting blooming instant and fierce. Nia yelped, body jerking. 'For hesitating. For him.' Another blow, left side, harder, skin heating under the assault. He alternated, methodical, each spank echoing in the vast space—smack, smack, smack—building a rhythm that had her squirming, thighs clenching. Her ass cheeks flushed pink, then red, the burn spreading like fire, making her pussy drip despite the pain.
• 'Twenty,' he growled, counting each one. By ten, tears pricked her eyes, ass throbbing, raised welts forming under his hand. She kicked lightly, but he pinned her legs with his own, unrelenting. 'You think you can play both sides? Lie to me?' Smack—eleven, twelve—her cries turned to sobs, the punishment blending pain with a dark arousal, clit pulsing emptily. At fifteen, she begged: 'I'm sorry, Vardo, please—it's you, only you.' He paused, hand rubbing the heated flesh, fingers dipping between her legs to find her soaked. 'Liar. But you'll learn.' The final five came swift and brutal, leaving her ass a blazing red, marked by his palm prints, pussy aching for relief.
• He shoved her to the floor, kneeling between her thighs, but no—his hand fisted her hair, yanking her up to face his crotch. 'Unzip me.' Nia's fingers fumbled with his belt, pulling down the zipper to free his dick—thick, veined, already rigid and leaking pre-cum from the tip. It bobbed free, slapping her cheek lightly as he guided her mouth closer. 'Suck. Show me your loyalty.' She parted her lips, tongue flicking the head, tasting salt. Vardo thrust forward, dick sliding past her teeth, filling her mouth in one push. She gagged, throat constricting around the girth, but he held her head steady, hips rocking slow at first.