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There it is. Billy was right. Gruff does look mad. He looks instantly taller. I don’t know if that’s actually possible, but the perception of it definitely is.
Billy stinks, so of course Gruff can smell him on me.
“What’s it to you? You don’t own me,” I smirk at him. I could just tell him about Billy, but I really don’t know how he would react, and I don’t want Billy hurt. Better Gruff thinks I’m a forest slut going off and getting mated than hurting Billy.
Gruff emits a low growl, a sound of such primal male displeasure I feel it right in the core of me. He takes a step toward me and reaches for me. I dip under his arm, laughing. Laughing is probably a bad idea, but I am nervous, and I have never been good with being in trouble. That’s half the reason I ended up here. I pissed everybody I was in trouble with right the fuck off.
“Get back here,” he growls, catching me by the rifle strap. He pulls me up off my feet, puts his nose to my neck and inhales deeply, sniffing me like the animal he is. I feel a charge of excitement rush through me as I feel the way he handles me so fucking easily. It’s as though I weigh absolutely nothing.
“Let me go!” I make the command stridently. Gruff ignores it.
“You know you’re mine. And I know you better than to think you ran off and mated with another buck. So. Why do you smell like one, and where have you been?”
“Nowhere. I went back to look at my dome again. I wanted to see if I could salvage some more parts and things.”
“And you smell like buck because…”
“Because everything smells like buck.”
I am so very pleased with that lie. It makes total sense. It’s coherent, and it explains away everything. He’s got to believe me. To not believe me would be utter madness…
Next thing I know, he has me pinned on the bed and is tearing my clothing off the lower half of my body.
“You’re such a little liar,” he growls, though he’s not angry. I don’t feel anger, or even jealousy. He seems firm and determined, though I’m not sure what about because obviously he has no idea what I have been doing. He doesn’t even know I planned to leave.
His palm meets my ass in a harsh slap, flooding me with sting and heat. I gasp and swear. That was a lot harder than I expected it to be.
“You think I am stupid, little human? I saw what you were trying to take. I know you were running away. I was about to come after you when I heard you rustling around here, saving me the trouble of hunting you down.” He leans down and growls in my ear. “And I willalwayshunt you down, Jem. You aremine.”
He emphasizes that with a flurry of slaps designed to link the message to the pain. I know I deserve this, but… wait.Do I deserve this?Does he truly own me? Of course not. And yet, I feel the biological truth of his possession. I belong to him because he has claimed me and will keep me at all costs. I belong to him in the way any possession is owned, not only against my will, but with a complete disregard for it.
All that matters to Gruff is whether or not he thinks I deserve this, and he has decided that I do. I am completely at his mercy, and I have done nothing to encourage it. Is it too late?
“Please! I’m sorry!”
“What are you sorry for? Are you going to tell me what you’ve been doing? Are you going to admit that you ran away while knowing what waited for you out there? Leaving your doe behind with me?”
“I knew you would keep her safe!”
“I want to keep you safe, Jem!”
I’ve made the spanking worse. Much worse. He is spanking me harder and what feels like twice as fast, a barrage of slaps land across my raised cheeks, and no matter how much I squirm and try to escape, he keeps me in place and makes me take his punishment. I know he’d call it my punishment, but it is really his. His justice. His choice. His agenda. But my pain. Fucking ow.
“God! Stop! Gruff! I can’t take this! You’re going to kill me!”
“I am not,” he growls. “You were going the right way to get yourself killed, though. You cannot leave my bridge. It is not safe. You know that. Are you so desperate to get away from me you would be ravaged by wild bucks to get away?”
“No! I’m so eager to be free that I’d shoot every buck from here to the city to get off this planet. I wasn’t going out there to be a victim, Gruff. I was going out there as a predator.”
“Is that right?” He fists the back of my shirt and pulls me up off the bed, still half-naked. “And if you were disarmed? Or if your weapons failed you? If they took hold of you, then what?” He tosses me down on the bed, making sure that I land on my sore, freshly spanked ass. Then he is between my thighs, the laces of his pants undone, his thick alien cock throbbing with punitive desire.
“Then what?” He growls the question again, taking hold of my legs and spreading them wide. I feel the surge of his hips between my sensitive thighs, and then the underside of his cock rubbing between my sinfully wet pussy lips.
“What. Happens. Then?” He asks the question in that same rough tone as he draws back to allow the head of his cock to slide down my lips and then plunges deep inside me, filling me up in one illustrative thrust. I gasp and moan, reaching for him, but he is already gripping my wrists, pinning them down and fucking me in a way that is designed to do more than punish. It is designed to demonstrate. He wants me to feel how weak and wet I am, how vulnerable I would be to all the wild bucks out there.
Gruff fucks me with masterful strokes, one hand keeping my hands pinned above my head, the other on the inside of my left thigh, spreading my legs and sex open for me. He is holding me down and exposing me to the truth of my reality. I am helpless against these creatures, and I am especially helpless against him. Every time his cock fills me, I feel myself stretching and warm waves of pleasure coursing through me. I know he means for this to be uncomfortable. He’s counting on the ache in my ass taking the pleasurable edge off this alien ravaging. But I thrill to the pain, and to the ache, and yes, even to the humiliation in this moment.
Gruff’s expression is one of pure dominance. His scent rushes inside me with every breath I take. He wasn’t in rutting mode when he was lecturing me, but he can’t hold back when he’s fucking me. My tight human flesh grips him and his rough alien cock does its very ill-fated best to teach me a lesson I have always refused to learn: that of submission.
