Page 55 of Bonded By Savages

And me.

“This is what you’ve always wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yes, master,” I whisper, shivering. He grabs my hair tight and raises my head so I am looking at the black wall.

It shimmers. The walls, floor and ceiling become ultra-clear mirrors, reflecting me perfectly. I can see myself small and helpless over the alpha’s lap. He presses one big hand against the small of my back, the pressure both reassuring and keeping me captive. I don’t even try to fight against it. It would be impossible to think of escaping the alpha.

I stare at myself, barely able to believe this is my life, but it’s so real. There’s no detachment from this moment. I’m present, completely helpless, yet shockingly at ease with the warrior. I know he’d never hurt me…

Unless that’s exactly what I want.

The mirrors reflect each other, so I can see myself from behind. My pussy is gleaming wet, and I can’t help but spread my legs ever so slightly, presenting my sex to the alien warriors.

Damian runs his hand over my ass, his fat fingers grazing my wet slit. I moan as he teases the sensitive folds of my sex. Then he slides one big finger past my lips and pulls it back. His marble finger gleams with my lust. He brings it to his mouth and licks my arousal from his finger, his eyes rolling back in need.

His aura is filled with desire so intense I can’t believe he hasn’t lost control.

If I was him, I would have grabbed me and thrown me against the floor, rutting me like an animal and leaving me gasping and stretched, seed leaking from every hole.

Tarak pulls his robe off. His cock rears up, and he snaps. He growls like a beast and rushes towards me, his eyes intent on my tight little hole. He’s going to roughly take me while I’m trapped over his battle-brother’s lap.

Vines whip out, wrapping around his biceps and legs, and he’s pulled back when he’s only a foot away, snarling as he’s lifted into the air. He’s a slavering beast lost to his lust, ready to claim me.

“You see, my pet? Even Tarak cannot control himself. That is why I am the leader. Because I have total control.” The words ring out like steel. His nostrils flare again, and his cock spurts, streams of pre-cum landing on my naked ass and dripping between my legs.

I’m panting. “Please, please,” I gasp, begging him, needing him to let go of his control and take me. I need the beast to let himself off the chain.

“I promised you a punishment.” He raises his hand, and my eyes fix on it. He looks so fucking huge with me over his lap. It comes down in a hard arc, and this time, there’s no gentleness to it.

“Oh!” I gasp at the sudden rush of pain and heat on my left ass cheek. His red handprint is forming already. He raises his hand again, and my body tenses involuntarily.

He smiles, a cruel, knowing smirk, as he sees my body tense up. “You will obey without hesitation. We are at war, Athena, and in war, a second’s delay…” he growls. He’s fighting to speak, and a strange thread of fear pulses through his aura, overcoming all the lust and rage for a moment before he gets control. “I need to keep you safe, my Mate. I need you to listen and obey without question.”

His aura swells with protectiveness, this need to shield me from the violence of the universe, and I melt against him. “Yes, sir,” I say, and his hand comes down again. I gasp at the sudden pain, but I crave this. I’ve wanted this for years and never thought I could truly have it.

“Count. Ten spanks for bad behavior.”

He brings his hand up again. I wince, but I can’t pull my eyes away. He brings it down hard. “Three!” I gasp, heat flaring in my bottom.

“No. Start at one.”

Tarak snarls, fighting against the vines, completely lost to the lust. Seeing him in the mirror, his cock spurting pre-cum, his eyes fixated on my pussy, makes me feel more desired than I ever have in my life.

“That’s not fair,” I gasp.

“I don’t want to be fair with you, my sweet little pet. I want toownyou. Every part of you.” He brings his hand up again, and my ass clenches, then he brings it down hard on my left cheek, right on the spot where his red handprint is forming. The slap of flesh on flesh is so fucking hot.

I resist the urge to say four. “One,” I whimper.

“Good pet,” he says, and he brings his hand up again. I moan in pain and fear when he brings it down, but instead of spanking me, he presses his fat thumb into my slit. I’ve never been so wet. He curls it, and I moan out in pleasure, pressing my body against him, needing so much more.

Then he lifts his hand and brings it down in quick succession. I can’t even count. He spanks me hard and fast, until tears stream down my cheeks and I go limp. All the pain has a dark edge of pleasure to it, the Bond converting it into deep need.

The heat on my bottom is nothing compared to the heat between my legs. Tarak fight against the vines, pulling them hard enough he can stroke his huge dick, staring straight at my sopping wetness as he grips his cock tight.

I can’t speak.

I can’t count. I’m a trembling pool of a submission, and I can only hope the alpha has mercy.

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