I wanted him to—God, I didn’t know. I didn’t know. I didn’t know what to do or think or feel. I squirmed on the cushion, tried to roll over so I could move. I needed—
“Do not move, mate. Not one inch, or you will feel the sting of my crop.”
And just that fast the panic left me and I froze in place, grateful that he had taken the choice from me. He placed one huge hand on my hip and traced the curve of my ass and hip, my waist and shoulder as he made his way to my hands. With a soft tug he secured them a couple of inches above my spine, forcing my shoulders down into the bedding if I didn’t want to wrench my shoulders out of place. I could stay like this for a long time, but not if I fought, not if I tried to lift up off the bed.
I was well and truly trapped now, and so fucking hot for him I could barely think. The dildo stretching my pussy was big, but it wasn’t moving, just torturing me with what I didn’t have—his cock pounding in and out of me.
He took his time running his hands over my skin, making me tingle and want. I let him pet me, my body completely his as I reveled in his exploration. He could take whatever he wanted now, do whatever he wanted to my body, hurt me, fuck me, love me, make me scream with pleasure—and that scared the shit out of me. But it also made me hotter than I’d ever been in my life.
“Now, Hannah, tell me what you want.”
I shook my head as his fingers circled my virgin ass. I wanted everything, but I was too afraid to admit it. What if he thought I was a freak for liking a little pain with my pleasure? What if he was like my ex-boyfriend on Earth, the man who’d smacked my bare ass and then laughed as if my need to feel safe and restrained by my lover’s command was some kind of joke? I couldn’t stand it if Zane laughed at me, or thought I was sick, or some kind of freak. I couldn’t.
“Hannah, answer me now.”
“I don’t know, master.”
His sigh made my pussy walls clench and I squeezed my eyes shut behind the blindfold, afraid I’d made him angry.
“Lying to me isn’t allowed, little one. Now you must be punished.”
I heard soft footsteps as he made his way to the table lined with sexual apparatus, then came back to me. The only warning I had was his command. “You will count, Hannah. One to ten as I strike. If you do not count, I will continue until you remember to do so. Do you understand?”
Oh, shit. Count what?
A soft whistle sound filled the air just as a hard object struck me on the bare bottom, driving the dildo deeper into my pussy and making fire spread over my bare cheeks in a fierce burn. I bit my lower lip and clenched my jaw as raw heat spread over my ass, down my thighs, and around to my clit.
He struck again and I whimpered. Again. Crack.
My ass was on fire before I remembered to count.
“Five.”
“No, love. That’s not the number I told you to start with.” Crack.
I whimpered as he hit the back of first one thigh, then the other; the pain took me over and spread through my body like warm honey in my bloodstream. This was what I’d feared, this feeling of floating, of existing for his pleasure, of being lost in sensation. Of opening the door to the darkest parts of my soul with a mate who didn’t want me, didn’t understand—
“Count, mate.” His rough voice dragged me back to the room, to him. I wanted to please him. I needed to please him. I needed to be what he wanted me to be. I needed to be his. I needed—
Crack.
“One, master.” I counted to seven as he struck again and again, all over my ass and thighs. It was some kind of paddle, hard and unforgiving. Tears soaked my blindfold but I didn’t feel them. They were from a secret place inside me that I kept locked, a dark reservoir of pain and fear that I held inside me all the time like a cancer. My needs ate at me because I tried to lock them away, hold them down, and smother them like a beast. I was the monster. This darkness in me was what I didn’t trust anyone to see, what I didn’t trust Zane to see. I needed the pain he was giving me to unlock the monster’s cage. I needed him to break me so I could let the darkness out, so I could stop fighting it and let go.
Crack.
The dominant male behind me drove on and on as I stopped counting at eight and let the fire take me, let the tears stream. I didn’t want to worry about Zane or Dare dying, or the secrets Zane had been hiding from me. I didn’t want to miss Earth’s blue skies and green grass and the feeling of warm sunshine on my face. I didn’t want to be Hannah; I just wanted to be his.
The spanking stopped but I didn’t move, content to float and let him take me wherever he needed me to go.
“Hannah, you stopped counting.”
I didn’t respond. Did he require a response? The bed dipped with his weight and he lifted my face from the bed. I could smell his pre-cum as his cock danced over my lips. The chemical in the fluid raced through my bloodstream, waking me up with streaks of lightning shooting straight to my clit.
He stroked the side of my face with the back of his hand as he shoved his huge cock into my mouth. “Suck my cock, Hannah. Suck me down as I finish your punishment. If you won’t count, as you were told, I will use your mouth for other pleasures.”
I opened my mouth and wrapped my tongue around his huge cock as he fucked my mouth and brought the paddle down on my ass. His pre-cum and the burn of the spanking made me writhe and moan, completely lost to the world. Only he existed. His cock. His fire making my bare ass burn. I was close, so close to an orgasm that I wanted to beg, to scream, to plead with him to let me have release. Instead, he plunged in and out of my mouth in a relentless rhythm that forced me to fight for air.
His cock swelled and pulsed in my mouth, his cum coating my throat and roaring through my body to my clit. I clenched and pulsed around the dildo still stretching me wide as my pussy fluttered in the first stages of release. But his hard hand grabbed my hair and lifted me off him with a harsh pull that stung and the orgasm stopped just before I exploded.