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She bit back a sob and bent forward, cradling her head in her arms. Tilting that sweet ass up to me, hot and bright red. I drew in the scent of her arousal and stifled a groan. I ached to bury my cock in that wet heat again, digging my fingers into her hips and pounding into her from behind. At that moment I wasn’t sure who was being punished more, me or her.
When I smacked her ass again, she let out a howl. I followed up with five more harsh spanks. “Say ‘I will obey you, Master.’”
Though the tears were flowing too hard for her to speak, she shook her head stubbornly. I said it again, punctuating each word with a stern whack.
She shuddered, then I heard her whisper, “I...”
I spanked her again. “Will obey you,” I prompted.
“Will... obey... you...” she repeated.
“Master,” I finished, with another hard whack to her quivering ass.
She started crying again, stifled sobs that shook her entire body. I realized making her call me Master was worse than any physical punishment I could inflict. But she needed to learn her place. My world was harsh and unforgiving. When I took her home, she’d need to obey me unquestioningly to survive there as my mate. If I sensed danger and gave her a command, I wouldn’t have time to argue or explain myself.
I slid my hand down the crack of her ass, stopping just before my fingers grazed the lips of her pussy. She shivered and I delivered another stinging spank.
“Master,” she gasped.
The word triggered my response. I sank to my knees behind her, nudged her legs apart, and took my iron-hard cock in my hand, groaning as I guided it into her tight pussy. Her sobs ended in a muffled cry and she arched her back, pushing against me and taking in more. I grabbed her hips and rammed it in, grinding myself against her glowing red ass with every stroke. She got up on her hands, rocking back and forth with me, her full breasts swaying.
I reached around her and took the weight of one in my palm, squeezing the nipple between my thumb and finger. Her velvet muscles clenched around my shaft. I pinched harder and she squealed, rocking her ass back against me. Growling like a jungle beast, I pounded into her. She let out a wordless cry and her pussy tightened around the head of my cock, drawing the cum up from my balls.
With a roar, I reared back and thrust one last time, filling her with my seed.
Chapter Six
Ree
The savage came harder than he did the first time we fucked—and to my shame, so did I.
Though my mind was repelled by the way he treated me, my treacherous body responded. For months, I’d been frozen. Going through the motions of living, waking up each morning and wishing I would die that day. It was as if the blistering heat the alien’s spankings ignited on my aching bottom thawed my feelings. Deep down, I welcomed his punishment, felt I deserved it. It eased the guilt I suffered at being unable to save my father, my lover, or my dearest friend and protector.
And once that dam of feelings was breached, they flooded over me. I became aware of my body again. Every touch from his strong hands, every stern whack on my stinging bottom, made me feel alive. I embraced all of it. Burning pain followed by wild erotic sensations, awakening dark desires I’d hidden all my life.
Though I hated his barbaric attitude, his primitive demands that I submit to his will, I knew I’d never have torn loose from my self-imposed shroud through soft words and gentleness. What I’d witnessed had been so shocking and cruel, I needed something equally harsh to get past it. Calling him Master, being spanked hard and then fucked even harder, hadn’t broken me. It had set me free. The physical pain was strong enough to override the haze of emotional agony I’d been walking around in for so long. And his raw unbridled lust stripped away the last of my walls and revealed that a brazen slut I never knew lived inside me.
So I was shocked when he lay down on his side after he came and pulled me against him, his arms wrapped around me. Maybe he’s just making sure you don’t jump up and attack him.But I knew instinctively it was more than that. He could have simply tied me up again. His hold on me was firm but not harsh. Under other circumstances, I’d have called the gesture an expression of tenderness, an emotion I never thought such a primitive being could show. For the first time in months I felt safe. Despite all that had happened, or perhaps because of it, I snuggled my stinging ass against his crotch and gave in to exhaustion.
* * *
Iwoke to a cup pressedto my lips, water trickling over them. I opened my mouth and gulped greedily, soothing my parched throat. My captor crouched over me, lifting my head so I could drink.
Too soon, he took the cup away. “Enough.”
