Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“I know,” she whimpers, her pussy squeezing my cock as she listens to my lecture. “I know I am.”
“You have met your match, haven’t you,” I purr down at her. “You know you are always going to be disciplined when you deserve it, don’t you?”
I feel a shiver of excitement run through her. She likes the idea of being punished by me. I would not be surprised if she has not already imagined herself on my dais. But that will only happen if she was to truly deserve it. The hall is not used for sexual amusements and dalliances. Well, the interior isn’t. Right now, the roof absolutely is.
“Yes,” she admits.
“And you like that, don’t you?” I run my fingers through her hair and clench them tight, forcing her to look at me. “You like knowing that you have finally found someone who can stop you when you need to be stopped. There will be no mutinies in my presence, Raine.”
She makes an incoherent sound that I know means she is getting close to one of her effusive orgasms. Her hips start to dance and wriggle and I know that I need to fill her up. This hot human pussy needs to be drenched with my seed.
“Bad girl,” I growl as I pin her down against me, one hand splayed on her ass, keeping her right where she needs to be for my cock to plunge deep inside her. The other hand is locked in her hair, keeping her eyes on mine as I not only fuck her to a screaming orgasm, but fill her to the brim and beyond with the full contents of my seed reserves.
Raine
God, he makes me feel good. There is something about Avel’s lovemaking that is dominant, demanding, but also tender and sweet. In his arms, I feel a very particular kind of cherished. He fucks me damn near senseless, fills my pussy, and gives me the kind of orgasm that makes thought impossible for a while.
But not forever.
I am almost asleep when the words come sliding out of my mouth.
“I don’t want you to beat the others anymore.”
He gives me an amused, indulgent look. “You don’t want me to do the very thing that excited you so much you finally gave into your own desires for submission?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because it makes me jealous. And it’s not fair. Imagine if I put my hands on another man or let him put his hands on me.”
I see a flash of outrage in Avel’s eyes.
“I would not like that,” he says. “I will find alternative punishments for any females. It is rare they are referred to me anyway. And a female disciplinarian would be more appropriate anyway.”
I’m surprised at how quickly he agrees to solve my problem. In past attempts at relationships, life has been all about arguing incessantly for days, weeks, maybe even months. Avel does not allow drama to percolate at all. He spots the problem and fixes it. I fucking love that.
3 A LOVELY DINNER PARTY
Raine
For a few days, I find myself enjoying Avel’s company. He treats me as though I am one of the most precious creatures in existence. He cossets me, he spoils me, he cares for me. Having seen him in action in his capacity as enforcer, I have been keeping myself in line so there is no further need for discipline on his part.
I start to forget that I am his captive, and that I am trying to escape. I forget to even try to escape. Life in Avel’s roost is so simple but so satisfying, I let myself just sink into it. But I can’t hold reality off forever, and soon my past catches up with me in the worst possible way: an unwanted dinner invitation I am not allowed to say no to.
“What are we doing? Why are you dressed up?” I ask the question way too innocently.
“We are going to the home of the alpha to partake in a meal,” he says. “Thorn wishes to see you. It goes without saying that you will behave yourself while we are there.”
I’ve broken into the alpha’s home before. The alpha is the saurian who is currently holding the ex-captain of the Mare. Her name is Sullivan, and suffice to say, I am not a fan.
“Will Sullivan be there?”
“I imagine so.”
“Good.”
I have words to say to Sullivan. I am going to make it abundantly clear that she is the reason we are in this situation. I am going to tell her what I think of her. I don’t tell him any of that, of course. I am not stupid. He wouldn’t like the idea of me…
“I want you to be good,” Avel says. “I know there is bad blood between you and the alpha’s mate, but she holds some rank as his chosen bedfellow, and I will need you to respect that.”