“Yes, but the smell of a rotting body is infinitely worse, and I plan to have you bound to that bed over there for quite some time while I remind you who owns you,” he answered.
I gasped, shivering hotly at his words.
“Wait here. If you move, I will punish you even harder than I already plan to,” he warned. I leaned against the bars of the cage, watching as he strode purposely toward the exit of the dungeon. He left and I took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for what was to come, but I knew better.
I had semblance of an idea of what would happen when he returned. I could feel a certain sense of nervousness and fear brew up from deep inside me at what he might do. Truthfully though, I was never quite certain of what he planned to do with me. I knew it would hurt. I knew it would make me wet. I also knew that by the time he was through with me that I would be a very sorry and wet little mess, but I would be satisfied in a way that only he could make me. I took a deep breath.
I waited for him and what was to come.
Several members of Vane’s crew wandered inside. They didn’t say anything when they saw me, which wasn’t entirely unexpected. They knew I was their commander’s property and that meant that I was untouchable. Without delay, they dragged out Greyburne’s dead body so that I didn’t have to see him anymore.
I was relieved to see him go. He was never going to lay his hands on me again.
The men left and I was alone for a few minutes. I st
ood there, trying to think of what Vane might do next. I could feel myself growing aroused, liquid heat gathering between my thighs at the prospect of being taken in hand by the man who had stolen me away and made me his.
He’d kidnapped me off that ship some time ago. I didn’t know where I would have ended up if he hadn’t taken me. I could be a slave on some treacherous planet. I could have been sold to a brothel and had my virginity sold off to the highest bidder.
No.
Vane had rescued me from the unknown.
He was merciless but also sweet at times and despite the hard, cruel front he put on in front of everyone else, I knew that there was an honorable and kind man deep inside that rough exterior.
The shrill squeal of the door startled me, and I turned my head, watching as Vane walked back inside. His eyes never left mine as he slowed, striding purposely toward me as he savored the look of my body encased by the simple white sheet that I’d wrapped around myself. He paused about a foot away from me before he began to speak, his voice deep and gruff and entirely too seductive. My core clamped down hard at the sound of it and I bit my lip hard, trying to keep myself from moaning just from that alone.
Fuck. He hadn’t even touched me yet and my skin was already simmering with desire.
“Did I give you permission to cover yourself, Nina?” he asked as he leaned against the nearby wall. He crossed his arms over his chest and the expression on his face immediately made me feel like I had done something naughty.
“No, sir,” I whispered, unable to keep my eyes from falling to the floor at the prospect of being exposed for doing something without permission. I bit my lip and glanced up for a fraction of a second, only to see him shaking his head in disappointment.
“Take it off. Slowly. I want to see what belongs to me. I want to see you completely bare. I want to see those hard nipples and that wet little pussy. Then, you will go and put the sheet back on the bed. You will make sure it is neat before I inspect every inch of your gorgeous body as a reminder that it isn’t yours to cover. You still haven’t earned the privilege of clothing, have you, my little mate?”
“No, sir,” I whispered as my heart pounded fiercely in my chest. My legs trembled as they rubbed against one another and I could feel wetness seeping down to my inner thighs. A soft whimper escaped my throat as my hands gripped at the corners of the sheet. No matter how many times I stood before him naked, it didn’t ever stop making me feel small and vulnerable. I didn’t know if I would ever stop blushing every time that he made me do it.
He watched me intently, his focus entirely on me. He never wavered. He always made me feel like I was the only one in the room, even when he used me in front of his men or even the other Aberrants when he’d first claimed me as his. He watched me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world.
I licked my lips as the sheet slid against my skin. With a courageous breath, I pulled the fabric away from my body, baring my breasts and my swollen pussy to his view.
“What do you think is going to happen next, little girl?” he asked, his voice seductive and incredibly dark. My nervousness amplified even more than before.
“I’m not sure, sir,” I replied, my own voice revealing just how much I feared what was to come at his hands.
“I’m going to bind you to that bed and use one of those straps that have been so kindly left on the wall for me on your bare little bottom,” he said firmly, and the air rushed free from my lungs. I’d forgotten about the devices of torture and now I found myself growing more anxious than ever.
I couldn’t form the words to answer. For a moment, I almost forgot how to breathe.
“Your bottom isn’t the only place that’s going to be punished, my little human. There are a great deal of straps on that wall, aren’t there?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I whimpered. I swallowed heavily, squirming slightly as he continued to appraise me with his dark stare. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the wall as I looked at all of them. I wondered what he was thinking. Of how he wanted to make me hurt.
I was so fucking wet already.
“Where else do you think deserves to be punished, Nina?”
I opened my mouth once and then twice before turning away as a heavy blush crept over my cheeks. He couldn’t mean to punish me between my thighs with one. He wouldn’t, would he?