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“That’s a lie, Alena,” he said, and it felt like he had stabbed me right through the heart with a burning poker.
There isn’t really any reason to lie in ATDC, so people don’t do it much. I had known he would detect my lie even before I said it, and now I felt the dual pain of guilt and fear of how he would punish me.
But he tipped his head, instead, almost in curiosity. “You’ve never lied to me before,” he said, his fingers zig-zagging over my chest, working my flesh into a feverish heat. “Not about that. So I have to wonder, why are you lying now?”
“I’m… I don’t want… I don’t want to get him in… I just, I don’t want you to spank me.” I was close to crying. “That’s all. That’s why I lied.”
“I know why you lied aboutcoming.” His voice was dark and sinister now. “What I want to know is why you’re lying to me aboutwho made you do it.”
I was stunned into near-paralysis. He met my eyes and I wanted to look away, but they felt anchored to him, like heavy weights that I couldn’t shift no matter how hard I tried.
He curled his fingers inside of me, and my body reacted by turning to putty, my insides liquid, all of me responsive to his slightest whim. He leaned close to my ear, his lips grazing my skin. “Do you remember what I told you, Alena, when you first came here? This ismine,” he curled his fingers so tightly that they pressed up against the root of my clit and made me writhe in pleasure. “You aremine.So tell me who you broke my rules for, or I am going to make you regret it.”
I whimpered, part in pleasure, part in pain, as he bit gently into my lower lip.
“I didn’t want to,” I whispered. This was true, this was always true: I didn’t want to disobey him, but it was impossible, sometimes.
“You never want to,” he growled, and his fingers clawed inside of me. “But something is different about this. I don’t like it. Tell me who you came for, who you’re protecting.” His muscles became very tense as he said this final sentence, and anger flashed in his eyes.
“I’m not protecting him,” I said, whimpering, shaking my head back and forth.
Rhys stared back at me.
“It was Tor,” I said, after only a few seconds of his intense, soul-baring gaze. Tears fell from my eyes again.
I was surprised that this didn’t seem to change anything in Rhys’s eyes, and he didn’t seem surprised by it at all. Or angry, or much of anything. Something hardened in his eyes, but the change was so subtle I couldn’t have even been sure it really happened.
He sat back on his heels, pushing down his own pants as he did, his cock rising between his legs, stiff and pulsing. Then he pulled me again, cradling the back of my neck, using his grip to maneuver me, to make me rise and spread my legs over his lap, pushing me up so that his cock aligned with my pussy, and then slowly, slowly pushing me down, so that he filled me and stretched me. Until I was sitting on him, my hands behind my back, his grip firm around the back of my neck.
I mewled as he filled me with cock, as his thicker, longer dick pushed against my tender interior flesh, igniting the bruised soreness, the patches of tenderized flesh that Tor, or Scar, had pounded today. But as always, my body wanted Rhys inside of me, it welcomed him, and my muscles squeezed tightly before relaxing, before I felt the interior melting of myself, to a puddle of submissive, subservient sex slave.
Because that’s what he made me into, every time.
He thrust his hips a little, driving his cock deep inside of me. Rhys was the only who seemed to reach the limits of my body, bumping against something inside of me that none of the others could touch. “Tell me why you came for Tor,” he growled.
“He wouldn’t stop,” I said breathlessly, happy to comply with this question. I had an answer for this question; it wasn’t my fault. Ihadtried, but Tor had fucked me over and over again and tried every time, until he succeeded.
There was also Scar, but he didn't scare me as much as Tor. I felt a pang of regret: maybe I should have told Rhys it was Scar.
But I didn't want to anger Scar. Then I would have two angry men not just one.
“I tried… I just couldn’t.” I sniffed.
Rhys didn’t seem to care about any of this. He listened like he was waiting with another question and the answer to his first one had served no purpose at all, almost like he already knew.
“Tell me why you lied for Tor,” he growled, putting his hands on my hips and moving me slowly up and down his shaft. I twisted a little and mewled: my insides were raw and tender, but I also craved Rhys, craved the feeling of him filling me with his seed, clutching me so tightly it hurt.
I hesitated. I wasn’t sure what to say. If Tor’s predictions were right, it seemed like a better idea to please Tor than Rhys. But it was urgent that I make that decision, now, and I couldn’t think straight.
Rhys moved his hand to my bottom. I continued to roll my hips against him, fucking him, even though he was barely pushing my hip with his other hand. I wanted him now, in spite of the soreness. I wanted to come again, even though every roll of my hips made me shudder.
He rubbed the exact place he had smacked me, over and over again on the same skin, last night for the same disobedience. When he had whipped me this morning, he had avoided this patch of skin. But now he wanted me to feel it again. To remind me of what would happen if he became displeased.
“I’m afraid,” I whined, surprised by own honesty. It was true: I really was. Afraid of disappointing Rhys, afraid of making Tor angry and then becoming his mate. Afraid of being spanked again, or worse: that Rhys would use one of his many contraptions to wring the answer from me.
Rhys threw me down onto the bed, covering my body with his. He was deep inside of me, fucking me slowly now, his eyes searching mine. “Tell me what you’re afraid of,” he said. He stroked my lower lip with his thumb, and then slid his hand down to my neck. He didn’t close his fingers around me, but just the power of his hand so close to my throat was chilling enough. “I’m not going to hurt you for telling me the truth. I’m not going tohurtyou at all. Discipline you, maybe.” His eyes locked onto mine again, and I saw, and felt, the flash of power that emanated from them.
“I’m afraid to betray him. He said he would remember. Please,” I whispered. “Please, punish me, but don’t tell Tor that I told you.”
