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A line of hot fire ignites across my vulnerable backside. I swallow the scream creeping up my throat, burying my face farther in the white down pillow. Drystan doesn’t allow me time to recover before his next lash lands, sharper than the last. Again and again, one lash after another comes down over my raw, exposed skin.
Most of the lashes hit across the plump part of my ass, but a few of them strike lower, hitting the curve of my cheeks. I’m crying now. No, I’m sobbing. Large beads of tears stream down my face, wetting the pillow that barely holds back my screams and pleas for mercy.
“Stop!” I beg him. Still, I don’t move from my position. If he can elicit this kind of pain with just a belt, I don’t want to know what else he can do to me if I move. “Please.”
“Are you learning your lesson, Thalia?” He brings the belt down again. “Do you understand your place here? What you are?”
“Yes!” I cry out, screaming for the pain to stop. But even more than that, I’m praying for the fire in my belly to disappear. The flames of desire that sit inside me without my consent. How can I react so viscerally to this brutality? What is wrong with me?
“Tell me what you learned, little lamb?” He pulls me back against him, my heated backside brushing against his crisp suit. I hiss at the contact and chastise myself for allowing his touch to ease the red-hot ache.
“You own me,” I whisper into the pillow, unwilling to face him. “I’m to follow your orders and if I don’t, you will punish me.”
“That we will.” His large, calloused hand rubs soothing circles on my back. It’s almost like he’s trying to comfort me. “You belong to us, Thalia. You can accept that, and things can be good. Or you can fight us at every turn, and you will find yourself right back here on this bed with a sore ass…or worse.” He lets the vague threat linger between us. “Everything we do is for your safety here. Remember that.”
I snort derisively. What does he mean when he says everything they do is for my safety? They stole me. They’re holding me captive.
Drystan doesn’t reprimand me for it. Instead, he sinks his fingers between my ass cheeks. My ass clenches when he brushes over my back hole. “One day we will own this hole just like the rest. Tell me, little lamb,” he continues, as if the conversation we’re having is completely normal. “Did that little guard who fucked you fuck this too?”
My body clenches. “No.” I shake my head, embarrassed about where this conversation is heading.
Drystan hums, his hand moving lower until it meets my wet cunt. I swallow hard, clenching my jaw against the tingling sensations racing through my nervous system.
“Your punishment made you quite the wet little girl,” he murmurs as he casually slides his fingers through my folds until he reaches that little bundle of nerves. My pussy clenches with need when he rubs two fingers over it before sliding those same fingers into my passage.
A low moan erupts from me, and I fist the pillow as my body bows to his ministrations.
“If only you hadn’t fought me.” His fingers pull out abruptly. The sudden emptiness leaves me trembling, and I collapse fully onto the bed. Drystan leans forward, one hand running through my arousal while the other wipes away the damp hair from my forehead. “So beautiful.”
I stare up at him, a mix of lust and anger swirling in my eyes.
“That fire in your eyes will bring you more trouble than you want, little lamb,” he tells me, but he isn’t dismissive with his words. It’s almost as if he’s proud of it. “You don’t show that fire to everyone, do you?” He tilts his head to the side, studying me. “Maybe, just maybe, you aren’t what your brother and sister painted you to be.”
And what did they paint me as? Useless? Naïve?
His thumb runs across my lips seductively.
I want him to touch me again. Make me come. My body is thrumming, like a string wound so tight that it will snap at any minute. With a heavy sigh, he stands up fully, grabs his belt from where he abandoned it on the bed, and runs it through his belt loops. The sound of the buckle has my thighs clenching together. I can feel the sticky wetness of my arousal for him between them.
“Be a good girl and don’t touch that pussy,” he tells me as he walks to the door. Opening it, he steps into the hallway before looking back at me. “We’ve got business tomorrow, so be good while we’re gone. You are free to wander the house, but stay away from the east corridor. It’s off limits.”
I sit up in surprise. “I can leave my room?”
Drystan smirks. “For now, little lamb. Make sure you behave yourself, or the next punishment won’t have you dripping from your cunt.” He shuts the door just as I launch the bedside lamp at him. The motherfucker is laughing. I can hear it through the door. It hits the closed door and lands on the carpet, unmarred.
It takes several moments before I’m ready to leave the bed. When I do get up, I head directly to the bathroom, where I laid out my nightclothes when I first arrived. It was the only thing I removed from my suitcase besides the outfit I currently have on.
All I need is a hot shower to wash away the filthy desire scorching through me. A shower and then rest. Tomorrow I will scout the house and look for weaknesses.
Nobody owns me.
Least of all the Blood Kings.
Chapter 8
Drystan
“The girl is going to be a problem.”
