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The next time Equs returns, I am ready for him. I don’t give in right away, that would be too obvious. I pace about as I did before. I look at him a little, then away again. I show the signs of mistrust and reluctant acceptance I know he expects. I loathe him. I loathe how big he is and how easily he is able to keep me captive. His hair flows in the breeze and his noble features make me feel small and somehow common in comparison.
I sneer because I cannot help myself. The expression comes from disdain, fear, and anger. How dare he keep me captive this way, and how dare he try to reduce me to an animal. He will pay. Unlike the mare who simply fled with her foal, I intend to come back with the law in tow. This brutish barbarian will not know what hit him when an interstellar police cruiser swings by this backwater.
I approach him, just barely looking at him. He turns and walks away and I follow. I know that is what he wants. He wants me to become attached to him deeply. He wants me to look to him for my lead. I know he has twisted sexual designs on my body. I know he wants to breed me, but none of those intense, terrible acts will happen until I give myself to him.
Again, he works me with his whip. He makes me move at his command. He makes me stop when he desires. He forces change of direction after change of direction until I am tired and just want to rest, and that is when he allows me to come closer.
He doesn’t want to force himself on me. That’s the point of all of this. If he wanted to just take me, he could pin me down and make it happen. But that’s not satisfying. I have trained animals long enough to know the real satisfaction comes when the wild thing gives you its obedience.
Equs grasps my chin in his hand and forces me to meet his gaze. He says nothing. At least, not with words. There is so much in his eyes and in the set of his brows and the tilt of his head. I feel examined to my very core. I feel seen in a way I have rarely if ever been seen. And I feel as though my every plan and scheme is being somehow laid bare.
“You have been lost for a long time,” he says, speaking in deep gravelly tones which reverberate through my soul. “You came a very long way to find what you knew you were missing. You do not need to look any further. You’ve found it.”
I feel the weirdest welling of emotion right in the center of my chest. My throat tightens, and before I know it there is water running in slow tears from the corner of my eyes. It’s almost like his words mean something to me, but how could they? I wasn’t missing anything except money. I came here to find a stallion worthy of adding to my breeding program. And yet here I am, crying softly as if I am some lost waif who was just found by one of the very few creatures in the universe capable of understanding her.
I remind myself that I am not his… anything. I am not his possession. He doesn’t own me, and he definitely doesn’t know me.
“You can suffer, or you can serve,” he tells me. “When your belly is filled with my seed and you start to swell with royal offspring, you will feel a sense of purpose that has been lacking in your life.”
Oh god.
That snaps me out of whatever it was I was getting suckered into. A man telling me my purpose is to have his babies isn’t inspirational. It’s not even original. Every guy I know back on Earth wants to marry me and fuck a baby into me, take over the ranch, and make it in his image. I came here because I don’t need a guy like that, even one with awesome cool hair.
My tears dry up immediately, and I am filled with a renewed sense of purpose. I didn’t come here because I needed a man. I came here because I needed a stallion to save my ranch and ensure that it stays in my family.
“You look at me with such displeasure,” he muses. “A little thing like you, a scrap of female human, and you dare look upon a king as though he is nothing more than the dirt beneath the heel of your boot.”
I’m getting to him. I have influence over him. He is trying to control me, but this bond he is forging runs from his heart to mine, not the other way around. I can feel it. There is a power imbalance, and not in the direction he might imagine.
