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I try not to be smug as I realize this king is in love with me. He wants to control me because he is afraid of what I will do if I control him. Men. They’re the same everywhere. They want sex and power, in that order. The power is always in service of the sex. And the sex is never enough. They use you until they tire of you until some other pussy comes and curls itself around their cock…
Maybe I have some issues with guys. Maybe some of them haven’t been all that nice or faithful to me in the past. And maybe I've been thinking about adoption so there’s someone to give the ranch to when I retire. It’s not about blood. It’s about belief.
“Fascinating,” he drawls. “The way your eyes light up when I tell you that you are displeasing me. It is almost as if you are rewarded by misbehavior as if the simple act of rebellion is enough reason to disobey.”
Okay, maybe he has understood a little something about me somehow. Because that really does sound like me. I love doing what people tell me I can’t do. Usually, when they tell me I can’t do something, I’m already doing it.
“Ah yes,” he smiles. “I thought so. Look, you can barely contain your smile even though you loathe me at this moment. Maybe that is what I will give you. The chance to disobey and the thrill of being reined back in.”
I can feel my heart beating faster, my palms sweating lightly. There is a tingle running through me. It is dangerous because I like that idea.
I’m not supposed to like it. I’m supposed to want him to respect my choices. The truth is, I’d rather disrespect his.
Four
Blaire
Days pass, and still, I remain in the pen. Every day he comes to me and he makes me move and he speaks to me with those powerful words delivered in gentle gravel.
What he does not know is that every day I spent in this humiliating pen, the more determined I become to escape. He can be as sweet and calm as he wants. He can feed me by hand and he can attend to my every need. Keeping me captive is a cruelty I will not forgive. Ever.
I am working on my escape. I can’t go over. I can’t go through. I can’t get out the door. But the ground is sandy and soft in places, and I think I might be able to go under.
Each night I scoop away handfuls of sand and distribute them around the rest of the enclosure. The hole I am making is obscured by the blanket I have been given to lie on. Unfortunately, the stakes must have been driven at least half as long as they are tall into the ground. Getting under them is going to take a really long time. But I think I have a really long time.
Equs is back, along with his whip. It takes every bit of self-control I have not to absolutely lose my shit at him. But I don’t. If I break down now, I might actually break. His training might actually fucking work - and that cannot happen.
“I see the fury in your eyes,” he tells me. “There’s no leaving this pen until your gaze softens.”
“Then I will be here for a very long time.”
“That will not inconvenience me. It will inconvenience you.”
“I came a dozen light-years across the universe to get here. It was never about convenience. If you think I give a shit about being stuck in this pen versus being stuck somewhere else on this shit hole planet, you’re wrong.”
That was rude.
I haven’t been very rude to Equs. In my real life, I’m rude fairly often. Helps get shit done when people don’t take me seriously. That was always a problem on Earth. Girl with a ranch, every guy in the area either wants a taste of me, thinks he knows better than me or hates me for still owning land.
Equs looks surprised as if he didn’t expect the sass. He's seen me beg for my life, and he's seen me run. He’s seen me small and scared. He’s seen me pretend to submit, and give in to his every command. He doesn’t know how tough I can be when I want to be.
“I am going to punish you,” he declares softly, but with great intensity. I feel myself shiver at those words.
“So you hurt me. As if I care. You’ve taken everything away. Some animals don’t get tame when you capture them. Some of them get even more feral.”
He laughs, softly. I don’t think he’s ever met a beast he can’t break. But humans are not horses. We have ways to process and resist that animals do not have. He’ll hurt me, I believe that. But it won’t end up breaking me. It will make me twice as strong.
