Page 11 of Ruthlessly Mated
I suck in a breath as he parts my lower lips by spreading his fingers. He is so comfortable handling my body as if he owns it, like he’s done this dozens of times before, as if I have always belonged to him.
“Stop it,” I mutter.
“Is that what you want?” He pulls his fingers away, then slaps my slit. “You want me to stop?” Another swat lands again. “You want to have your pussy punished?”
“No!”
“Too bad. You’ve earned it now.”
He spanks me between my legs again. I try to close them, but the others each take a leg and hold me open for the pussy spanking.
“You need to understand what it means to be owned by me. I mean, by us. We are not gentle men. We are not men at all. We are wolves, and this pussy belongs to us now, do you understand?”
He punctuates the question by slapping my lips again, making my sensitive folds sting.
“No,” I say, defiant, and because I have no intention of making him feel like this is working on me, even though it is totally working on me. I might be able to talk them out of this mate stuff. If I can’t talk them out of it, I’ll act them out of it. I am not ready to be anyone’s mate.
“Now. Come here,” he says, dragging me over his lap. He is still clothed, and I am entirely naked, cleaned in the most animal way. My ass is up high over his lap, exposed as he starts spanking me hard.
“This is what happens to little whelps who come to our port and defy our orders. You think you’re above our laws? No. You’re going to be even more subject to them. You’re going to suffer worse than anybody else would, I can assure you.”
Every word is punctuated by another one of those vicious slaps. I cry out, because it fucking hurts, and because I have absolutely no chill.
“Be nice!”
“Nice?” He chuckles down at me. “I am not going to be nice to you, little mate. I am going to start handling you the way you need to be handled. Firmly, and painfully. I am your mate, and your alpha, and you will obey me in all things.”
His palm continues to whip my ass until I start to sob. This hurts, and it is humiliating, and I am scared not just about what he is doing to me, but what he is going to do to me after this. There’s no escaping now that I am naked.
He’s made me so wet, so fucking needing of relief that I stop fighting. Fuck, it, I tell myself. I can want this. I can fuck three hot guys and then run away. This will just be another story I tell in a few years’ time, a wild night on the dark side.
“You said the other ones could have me,” I say. I just can’t help causing trouble right now. I don’t want to just submit to this, especially to Conroy, who has a particular effect on me, arousing and infuriating me in equal measure.
“She’s right,” Tailor says. “She’s not yours to use over and over. You can’t tell me not to lick her pussy and then make me watch you spank her lips.”
Conroy makes a sound of annoyance, but he knows we’re right.
“I’m not good at sharing,” he says. “Not when something is this precious.”
“My tolerance for your foibles is wearing thin,” Tailor says. “We’ve let you have command of the port, and we’ve all taken our roles, but she is not yours to own or command.”
“Yeah. I’m not yours to own or command. I’m everyone’s. Wait. No. I’m my own. I’m my own and none of you can have me.”
“Now can I handle her?” Conroy growls. “Or do you want to fuck her into submission, Tailor?”
“You are ours,” Tailor says.
“Nope. I’m not,” I snap back.
Damon is watching in the back, saying nothing. He’s smirking slightly, nothing more. He’s amused by this, I think. He’s not buying into it like Conroy and Tailor are. I watch as he folds hisarms over his chest and leans against the wall, his eyes locked on me.
“Why doesn’t he say anything?”
“Damon doesn’t speak.”
“Why not?”
“You’d have to ask him,” Tailor says. “And he wouldn’t tell you.”
