“Instant death,” he answered.
I closed my eyes, reeling from the information.
“We’re safe though, hellcat. Saleos is dead and I’m alive, thanks to you,” he said softly, and I opened my eyes once more, meeting his.
The fire was gone and what was left was the man I knew. The man I loved. My Axel. My genetically engineered alien super soldier.
“You were so strong, hellcat. I couldn’t have done it without you. I’d still be out there, out of my mind, but you saved us both,” he added.
His rough palms drifted up and down my thighs, calming me.
“You’re afraid, I know. Let me help you forget, Cosima,” he began. “Let me take control and we can escape for a little while together.”
I nodded gently, and he got up, only to sit down beside me. Quickly, he pulled my naked body over his knees and his rough, big hand settled over top of my backside. Something about it was calming. I knew he wasn’t punishing me but taking complete control of every aspect of my body. I adored him for it.
If he wanted to spank my ass just because he could, he would.
I lifted my ass and he palmed it.
“I think you need a good hard spanking to settle you, hellcat. Then, you’re going to get fucked, good and hard until you’re screaming and begging me to stop. Then I’ll make you come again because I decide when your pleasure ends, and you don’t,” he growled seductively, and my pussy pulsed with pleasure.
My ass tensed when he lifted his hand, only for it to come back down softly, teasingly.
“Are you wet, Cosima? Does getting your little ass smacked like a naughty little girl turn you on?” he murmured, and I shivered with pleasure. “Answer me,” he demanded.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, my voice no louder than a whisper.
“Good, because you’re going to spend a lot of time over my knees if you’re going to stay with me, hellcat,” he said. My heart felt full. “I like seeing you with a red ass. It reminds you who owns you,” he added.
I whined softly, slowly becoming nervous, but also very excited and incredibly aroused. The earth still shook around us, bombshells falling well above our heads, but it didn’t matter anymore. Axel was here with me and he had complete control, both of himself and of my body. His fingers ventured up and down the sensitive skin of my backside, caressing me, stoking the fire within me and I sighed softly.
His palm cracked hard against my ass then and the air rushed out of my lungs in a single loud whoosh. I didn’t fight him as he spanked me, knowing that in that moment, he was giving me exactly what I needed, when I needed it.
Over and over his hand smacked against my ass. At first, the sting was incessant, almost unbearable, but with time, I felt my pleasure beginning to combat the pain. Each time his palm connected with my skin, a delicious ache would burst over me, taking my breath away, but then, after a few seconds it would bloom into something more pleasurable. My core pulsed, hot and heavy with desire and without even meaning to, my hips rocked back and forth against his thigh, rubbing my naked clit on the rough fabric of his pants.
He chuckled, spanking me hard for a few moments, making me lose my breath, but still I didn’t fight him. Instead, I just enjoyed myself, finding pleasure within the pain and love in the most unexpected of places.
Before long, my ass was burning, and my pussy was throbbing for his touch. I wanted more. Needed more and I would do whatever I had to in order to get it.
I ground my clit into his leg once more, trying to tell him I was ready, but he gripped my ass cheeks in his hands instead, spreading me for his view. I trembled, knowing he could see my tight hole and I felt his body lean over mine.
I squealed when I felt his wet warm tongue drag across my naughtiest hole and I shivered from the wild pleasure that I felt from it. I trembled with my shame and he did it once again. I shouldn’t have enjoyed that. It was dirty, and it was wrong, but still it felt right with him. It felt perfect. When he did it a third time, I groaned with desire and humiliation.
Next, he released me, taking me by the waist and throwing me down on my back on the bed. He threw me hard enough to bounce on the mattress and I sucked in a breath of excitement.
My ass pressed against the soft bed, reigniting the burn from his palm once more and I sighed. He stared down at my naked body expectantly and I hesitantly opened my legs for him, showing him what I was sure was a very wet and very aroused pussy. I could feel my wetness dripping down my folds and my inner thighs as I did so, and he grinned. My pussy clenched hard as he stared down at my nakedness.
“Look at that wet little mess of a cunt. I can see how eager you are, just lying there, begging for my cock,” he mused.
I moaned softly under my breath. Leaning forward, his fingers explored every inch of my flesh, strategically avoiding my clit and my breasts at first. My nipples hardened as he teased me and eventually, he pinched the hard little buds. I cried out in pain at first, but then moaned with pleasure. My breath came in hot little pants as my body smoldered beneath his gaze. My back arched as he continued his explorations, and finally, his hand ventured in between my legs.
Lightly, he allowed his digits to caress my folds, drifting just above my clit and across my thighs, sliding easily through my arousal. I should have been more ashamed of my body’s reactions to him, but I didn’t really care. I wanted more of it.
“Slick. Wet. Ready for me to fuck you good and hard. Good girl,” he mused, and I shivered with desire.
My body burned hot, every vein pulsing with pleasure. I lifted my head, breathing heavy with want and watched as he removed his pants. His cock was harder than I had ever seen, a massive club of a shaft that still left me nervous as to if it would even fit inside me. I knew I didn’t have a choice though. He was going to take me because he wanted to, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want him to fuck me too.
He climbed on top of me and my hips automatically rose to meet his. I could feel the heat of his length, sliding along my pussy and I shuddered with ecstasy.