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Somehow, his cock seemed larger and more intimidating now that he was naked. Her trembling increased, but so did the heat gathering between her seed-coated thighs. There was no kindness in his gaze as he fisted his cock in one hand and stared at her, his corded muscles tensing as a growl rumbled from his chest.
Mercy.
She almost blurted the word, but something held her back.
A combination of her immense desire to please him as well as her inquisitiveness over how far he would take her. Her curiosity over how much pain he would inflict alongside the pleasure.
He encroached upon her space and angled his cock to her lips, pinching her jaw until she opened her mouth. His woodsy masculine scent left her quivering with need, and she flushed when she smelled her own slickness on his length.
“Keep your mouth open and your teeth tucked away, little one. Don’t give me another reason to whip you.” He shoved into her mouth, and she struggled not to gag. He didn’t ease her into it. Instead, he grasped her head and held her in place as he fucked her, treating her mouth as another hole that belonged to him. The wide bulbous tip of his shaft hit the back of her throat with each rapid plunge.
Wait. He’d said something that didn’t make sense. Not really.
Don’t give me another reason to whip you.
Another reason.
Her heart hammered in her chest, and she placed her hands on his thighs, trying to push away from him. Merokk only snarled and fucked her mouth faster, his fingers digging into her scalp.
In her peripheral vision, she spotted the thick leather strap that hung on the wall near the bed. He’d specifically said he would whip her, and her stomach bottomed out. That meant he would use the dreadful strap.
She whimpered and took deep breaths through her nose, timing each one as Merokk withdrew slightly from her mouth. Soreness panged in the back of her throat, though it didn’t compare to the ache between her thighs. He’d pounded her pussy so hard she had feared she might pass out.
The orgasm that had swept through her had stolen all her energy, and it was a challenge to remain on her knees. She very badly wished to collapse on the floor. She also wanted to beg Merokk for a glimmer of kindness, a soft touch, or a reassuring word. But she doubted there would be gentleness anytime soon.
She didn’t fully understand the Kall need to fornicate in a savage manner after battle, but her husband showed no signs of calming down, and she suspected there would be more roughness to endure before his senses returned.
He tensed and growled, and she shed a few tears of relief when he finally spurted down her throat.
“Swallow, Fiona. Swallow everything I give you like a good little female.”
She endeavored to please him and gulped down his seed. When he withdrew from her mouth and stepped back, she gasped for air and finally collapsed on the floor.
“I’m not finished with you yet, little one.” Barely winded from his exertions, he gathered her up and carried her to the bed. As he placed her upon the covers, he peered at the tear tracks on her cheeks, and to her shock, he leaned down to lick them away with a warm caress of his tongue. His eyes flared with heat and his erect cock brushed against her thigh.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please tell me why you’re going to whip me. I-I know Rentzaq likely informed you of what happened in your absence, but I don’t understand how my actions would warrant a whipping.” Her gaze darted to the strap, and she shuddered, nerves swarming her even as heated pulses quaked in her center.
He reached between her thighs and sought out her clit, stroking her to near bliss only to slow his ministrations the instant she hovered on the brink of release. Dark pleasure continued flaring in his gaze, and Fiona wished he would stop tormenting her. She wished he would answer her question. She hated the strap. Hated it. But more than the pain… she despaired over the prospect of displeasing her husband. Whatever she’d done to provoke him, if he intended to use the strap, he must consider her offense to be a serious one.
“My little wife,” he said, still caressing her clit, “it alarms me that you’ve seemingly forgotten my disdain for lies.”
“But I haven’t lied to you.”
He clenched his jaw, and a vein in his temple pulsed. She tried to shrink away from him, frightened by the anger radiating off him, but he laced his fingers through her hair again, his other hand still buried between her thighs. “You lied to Rentzaq. Just as you aren’t allowed to lie to me, you aren’t supposed to deceive Rentzaq or any other guards. They are charged with keeping you safe, and lying to them is completely unacceptable. You know this. We’ve discussed it. Yet you behaved very, very badly, little one, haven’t you?”
Rentzaq. Oh fuck.
She felt the blood drain from her face.
It was true. She’d told the security chief a bold-faced lie. And Merokk… well, he harbored an intense dislike for untruths particularly when it came to her.
Probably because for the first few months of their marriage, he’d believed her name was Betsy Carson. He’d believed she was another woman entirely.
Their marriage had started on a lie. Fixing that mistake after the truth finally came out hadn’t been easy.
Merokk rose from the bed and retrieved his clothing from the floor. She watched with a sinking stomach as he got dressed.
And just like that, the balance of power shifted even further in her husband’s direction, as he was now fully clothed while she remained stark naked and trembling. She had the sudden urge to dive under the covers and hide, but she became frozen with fear when he removed the strap from the wall.
