“Fuck you.”
The spanking stopped and I bit my lip, fighting back tears. Had he given up so easily, then? Walked away, as I’d known he would, as everyone always did?
I felt something hard and small press against my bottom. When a strange wet warmth invaded my body there, I jerked. Slowly, very slowly, he pressed one finger into the forbidden area of my body, working past the tight ring of muscle. When he breeched me, I arched my back and cried out as he filled me, fucked me there with first one finger, then two. Legs spread wide, my pussy was empty and heavy, my breasts so engorged, so needy that they actually hurt.
Fingers buried in my body, his other hand landed on my bottom with a hard, sharp strike.
“You are mine. This ass is mine. Your pussy is mine. That little boy in the other room is mine. Your body is mine, gara. To fuck. To pleasure. To punish when you forget who you belong to.” He carefully fucked my ass with his fingers as he spoke, pulling back and pushing forward, working me open in a way I’d never known before. I fought the heat that spread like wildfire through my blood at his words and his dominant touch. “Say you’re mine. Call me master.”
I shook my head, denying him, denying both of us. No. I would not make it that easy for him. I’d been so happy to see him on Earth, I’d welcomed him with open arms, ignored more than a year of pain, longing, hurt. That pain came roaring back now, refusing to be denied. “It’s not that easy, Roark.”
His palm landed on my ass and I startled forward. He followed me, pressing his fingers deep. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“Just let me go.” The words were more sob than demand, spoken by a scared little girl who’d never been chosen first, who’d never been loved the way she should have been, the way I would love Noah.
“Never.” His fingers disappeared from me and he walked to a drawer near his massive bed. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he lifted something from the drawer, slid a large ring onto one of his fingers and returned to me. He held the item where I could see it, two spheres about the size of golf balls connected by a wire. “Do you know what these are?”
I knew, I remembered from the dream, but I shook my head and he walked behind me, pressing the first one at the opening of my bottom where his fingers had already prepared me. “These are stimspheres, gara. I can control them with the ring I just placed on my finger.” He pushed first one, then the second inside me, filling me up as they popped past my inner muscle and began to vibrate deep inside my body. In the dream they were in my pussy, not my ass. But this, it was dark and carnal and, god, it felt so good. “They will make you come, mate, as many times as I want you to.”
I yanked on the restraints that held my arms. The golden chain hanging from my breasts swung and pulled on my nipples and I bit back a groan of need. I would not give in so easily.
The stimspheres sparked, or fired, or whatever the hell they did, shooting sensation through every nerve ending in my body, traveling straight to my clit. The shock made me gasp as I rocked forward onto the bench, my knees collapsing.
“Who am I?”
“An asshole.”
The stimspheres fired again, stronger this time, and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped my lips as my pussy clenched around empty space. I wanted his cock inside me, filling me, stretching me. I needed.
“Who am I?”
I couldn’t speak, so I simply shook my head. His hand landed on my ass with a sharp sting, once, twice. The head of his huge cock slid to my core. He slipped just the tip inside me as the stimspheres fired in my backside again.
In an agony of need, I tried to shift back, to force my body onto his hard length, but the cuffs linked to my wrists prevented me from moving far enough to take him, to force him to fuck me. “Roark!”
“That’s not my name, mate. Not when you are bent over and ripe for fucking. Who am I?”
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
The spanking
was whiplike, sharp and fast, and my entire body shivered as the sensation spread through me like lightning overcharging my nervous system.
I shuddered as he bent low over me, the tip of his cock just inside my body. His right hand traced the curve of my waist before dipping low, to my breasts, where he wrapped the thin chain around his fingers and tugged gently in a rhythm that made my breasts ache. I needed his mouth, his hands. More. I needed more.
“Who am I?”
“Just fuck me. Fuck me so I can cut off this stupid chain and go home.”
“You are home.”
Trapped by the chain pulling on my breasts, I could not shift position, not a single inch. His cock teased my entrance, denying me the one thing I needed. Him. Fucking me. Hard and fast. Making me scream. Making me come.
“Who am I?”