Author's Notes: Here we go, Part Two of Amunet's punishment!
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While Akefia's laughs began to falter, Amunet couldn't help her stomach churn uncomfortably at the possibilities that laid in store for her.
"Oh, come on Amunet. Don't look so miserable," he said with the mischievous grin that never seemed to completely disappear from his face.
Turning her eyes back to the floor, Amunet felt his hands once again grip her hair roughly.
"I'll ask you once more, Amunet. Do you care to prove that?" he asked tightening his hold on her hair.
"I'm at your will, Master," she said almost begrudgingly.
He smirked before yanking her head straight into his leg, the left side of her face resting on his thigh while she awkwardly stared up into his face in order to avoid the area right in front of her.
With a firm hold on her hair, he used his other hand to slowly smack her right cheek. More akin to tapping her face than hitting it, Amunet kept her eyes up at Akefia without flinching.
Reading the look she gave him, "Too proud to flinch darling?" he asked, smacking her cheek with a little more vigor.
When she responded with a less than enthused, "No, Master," Akefia noticed the fire back in her eyes as she scowled slightly up at him.
"Am I detecting annoyance, my lovely little concubine?" he mused, dying to hear her next response.
Amunet, though mentally and physically drained, had indeed grown more annoyed with the prospect of his insatiable desire to punish her. Especially given the fact that by referring to him as king, she had essentially fed his ego, but also had openly offered herself to him. She wanted to respond but she knew she would be unable to restrain herself from saying anything that might cause her night to run any longer than it already was. Biting down on her tongue now, he had stopped tapping her face with his free hand, still eagerly awaiting an answer.
"I think my little Amunet is getting a little angry, otherwise she would have said something to her master by now," he said quite gruffly, tugging her hair when he reminded her of his status. When she continued her silence, still slightly scowling up at him to avoid how close her face was to his inner thigh, Akefia suddenly stood.
Pulling her with him, her breath caught in her throat from the abruptness of his movement and the pain it caused her scalp.
"If I have to remind you one more time to answer me every time I ask you a fucking question, I will have you begging for my forgiveness, understand?" he said through gritted teeth, his free hand fixing her face to peer up at him.
When she glared at his rough words rather than acknowledge him in the manner he so clearly desired, he raised his hand in anger as if to smack her. Her eyes no longer blaring into his, but now looking at the hand that towered over her, Akefia struggled to bring it down across her ungrateful cheek. Although he enjoyed making her squirm, his rage was lost looking into her face and studying her delicate features. He realized with some incredulity that he was completely incapable of actually hurting her, recalling his laziness in living up to his threat to whip her. As she waited for his next move, he let go of the hand still holding her hair and lowered his other. The look that she gave him caused his skin to prickle with a fresh wave of excitement, her eyes still burning with the small shred of disobedience that she held on to. He could beat it out of her, but Amunet was no ordinary conquest to him, and physically hurting her seemed beneath him. There are other ways, he mused.
"I thought you were done being a bad girl tonight, yet you have caused me to lose my temper once again. Do I need to sit back in that chair and bend you over my knee again?" he asked tilting his head back and combing his fingers through his white locks.
"No, Master," she managed to say with very little sarcasm.
"That's what I thought, but you need to make it up to me. It doesn't bode well for you that you seem anything but enthused that I ask you to prove your obedience to me," he said, keeping his head back as if he were lost in thought.
Amunet kept herself as still as possible, barely daring to breath as his head slowly came forward, his eyes narrowing like a snake ready to pounce on its prey.
"So, I'll forget all about you trying my patience once more, if you can successfully, and honestly, answer me-" taking a step forward towards her and closing the small gap between them. "Do you care to prove yourself to me?"
"Yes master," she said with no hesitation, though her hands balled into fists.
Noticing her hands, Akefia chuckled and reached out grabbed them, weaving his fingers into her own. Pulling his arms out, Amunet was awkwardly forced into his bare chest, as he rubbed his face into the top of her head. She felt his fingers leave her own, tracing themselves over her sore wrists, causing her to wince before they made their way to her shoulders where he rested them momentarily.
"I think I know how I would like to test you my dear," his hands moving down from her shoulders and, much to Amunet's surprise, to her breasts. Grabbing them lightly and pulling at her rounded peaks, he felt her shirk away from him, only pulling them more. Toying with her chest, Akefia used his roughest voice to say directly into her ear, "Your cooperation is critical at this point in the evening Amunet. Understand?"
Suddenly feeling very weak, although not comprehending the real reason behind it, Amunet whispered a very sincere, "Yes Master, I am at your mercy."
She felt Akefia shudder around her before pinching both of her nipples very hard as they distended into the sheer fabric of her top, making her knees buckle a little before she caught herself from falling. "Say it again," she heard him say in the same rough tone as before.
"Yes Master, I am at your mercy," she repeated with some urgency.
Again she felt him shudder against her, as he pulled on her now hardened nipples, rubbing his thumbs over them and enjoying her hot breath against his chest.
"And what will you do for your Master?" he asked, now grabbing her breasts in their entirety again.
"Anything Master," she said weakly. Hoping to indulge him so they could call it a night soon, Amunet's head was swimming under the strain of processing so many emotions at once. She would rather die than admit it, but Akefia's hands on her breasts had stirred something deep in her and the feeling was creeping all over her lower body while her anger doubled over in thoughts on her submission.
Akefia slithered his hands up to her throat and under her jaw, bringing her face to look up at his lust filled gaze. "Anything?"
Amunet gulped before nodding her head as much as she could with his hands still holding onto her.
The corner of his mouth began to smirk before he lowered his face into hers, their noses intimately touching each others.
"Kiss me," he finally said after a moment of terrifying silence while his eyes bore into her very soul.
Frightened and completely bewildered at his request, Amunet managed to press her lips against his own, her arms dangling tensely at her sides. Although he kept his hands around her throat, the small amount of tightening and releasing added to the plaguing feeling in Amunet's body from kissing him. Opening his mouth to deepen their kiss, Akefia pried her lips apart without much difficulty, their tongues finally meeting. Her tongue had met his almost shyly, but within a few seconds her tongue was thrusting itself onto his with just as much enthusiasm. His hands continued to occasionally restrict her breathing, causing her to moan involuntarily whenever he allowed her some air. Amunet was easily becoming overwhelmed by all the stimulation, in addition to her realization that her body was bending to his will regardlessly of her best wishes. After a few more moments, Akefia finally removed his mouth from hers, at which she gasped for air and fought to keep herself from quivering. Akefia then walked away from her dizzy form, and laid down on the cot full of pillows that kept him sitting up slightly. His arms to the sides, and his legs wide open, he smirked before gesturing to the spot on the fabric in between his legs and saying, "Crawl."
Almost relieved to do anything but stand awkwardly, despite the destination, Amunet got on her hands and knees, crawling in-between his legs as he desired and sitting back on her shins. Her ass was still sore, but somehow more tolerable after what had just transpired between them.
"Good girl," he cooed quietly, reaching out to pet her head. "Now, you must have a faint idea of what I want, right my dear?" he asked now tugging on the lobe of one of her ears.
"Yes Master," she said, looking at him through slightly closed eyes.
"I know you're still pure, Amunet."
Her eyes opened wide as she watched him gage her reaction.
"Offer yourself to me completely and I won't hurt you," he smirked.
Her heart raced, mingled with fear and anger that after all these years, he would finally be getting what he truly wanted from her. He was the great Thief King, and stealing her innocence was probably at the top of his list, she thought disdainfully to herself. She was close to losing herself in rage, but decided against getting knocked out by him one more time in an attempt to fight him. Although it took her a few moments, in which he waited patiently, Amunet finally shook her head in compliance before bowing it low to the ground.
"Get up in front of me," he ordered.
Amunet rose, standing in front of him but not daring to steal a glance.
"Take off your clothes, and look at me," he said in a more relaxed tone.
Inwardly cursing herself, she removed her top as she complied to his orders. The look he gave her before his eyes danced over her now bare chest, made her fingers tremble as she found the latch in her skirt. As it fell around her feet, she continued to look at the man in front of her, desperately thinking of how she could be able to convince him not to take her. Everything was happening too fast, and Amunet was incapable of fighting back for multiple reasons.
Akefia took in her naked body greedily, loving the way her small frame curved so, and how youthful her breasts sat on her chest.
"Get on your knees and offer yourself to me," he said, almost growling each word out.
Noticing how his hands had yet to remove himself from his own clothing, Amunet shook slightly as she got on her knees once more, only spreading them far apart this time. Blushing as no fabric shielded her most intimate part, Akefia basked in the vision in front of him, barely breathing as he gazed at her core. Painfully taking his eyes off in order to look at her face, he saw the mixture of fear and breathlessness Amunet wore so beautifully. She remained regal at almost all times, despite any degrading position he had personally seen her in, and the look she carried now was enough to send him over the edge. Not yet…
Akefia leaned forward slowly and her breath hitched in her throat as he delicately pulled her into his lap, making her lay on top of him. He moved his lips to her ear and bit down gently before whispering, "Good girl."
Amunet couldn't help but close her eyes and relax a little as he said this. Feeling the change as well, Akefia smirked and began to pet the creature that laid precariously on his chest.
"I won't take you tonight," he said quietly after what seemed like an eternity to Amunet. She breathed a sigh of relief as quietly as she could, and relaxed a little more into his body. Her hand curling up close to her face and resting near his collar bone, while his hands roamed her naked backside and breathed heavily into her ear.
"Being so obedient will get you everywhere with me, I must confess. I'm very glad you offered your body to me, and if my will was any weaker I'd already be done with you. Lucky girl," he said placing a kiss to the top of her forehead.
Too sleepy at this point to be shocked at the affectionate nature in which he just kissed her, Amunet yawned into his chest before a hesitant, "Master?"
Curious as to what she would say, Akefia granted her permission to speak with a firm hand on her bottom.
"Do I still need punishment?" she asked looking up at him with slightly dazed eyes.
Akefia chuckled before pressing her head back to his chest, "No my dear, not tonight."