Page 6 of Hunted Mate
“Of course it hurts, you spoiled little girl,” he says. “The whole point is to make your ass hurt so you listen to me. This didn’t have to happen. You could have avoided it just by saying yeswhen I asked you to leave this alone. But you wanted to be rebellious. You wanted to be human and presumptuous. You didn’t care that you were being given a chance to get away without pain.”
He belts me several more times, a good half dozen swats landing on my ass and making tears spring to my eyes.
“Crying won’t help you,” he says. “If you’re going to insist on getting closer to wild things, you may as well get used to pain and punishment, because that is all that awaits you.”
The belt lands again, cracking with repetitive methodical repetition until I am sobbing over the few pages of research that got left on the desk when he cleared it off.
I don’t know how to make him stop. I’m not going to give up my research. It is my life’s purpose. Being beaten is bad, but it’s not as bad as losing my whole reason for being.
“Tell me you’re going to stop,” he insists.
“No!” I reply. I can’t say more than that. It’s hard to speak when you’re bawling your eyes out, when you feel like you’re losing every bit of control. But I won’t lose that. I won’t lose myself.
I hear him curse under his breath. He drops the belt and for a moment there is nothing but the soft sound of my sobs breaking the silence of the room. Then I feel his hand on my lower back, planting me firmly on the desk. One of his feet sweeps mine open. I am exposed. I am wet.
He thrusts his cock deep inside my pussy, fucking me harder than before, slamming home inside me time and time again until I am so sore that it feels as though my insides are being stretched impossibly wide around a cock that is somehow growing.
The pain from the belt is starting to melt in the heat of the sex. This is truly magical and transformative, an experience that makes all the other feelings I was having suddenly seem like completely different feelings. His cock makes my clit tingle. My clit makes my ass throb with hotness, takes that heat and turns it into wetness and desire. I can feel my mind tingling along with the rest of me as I completely submit to the moment.
His cock feels bigger. And bigger. It feels better too, deeper, and harder and…
“Fuck,” he curses, almost like he’s done something he didn’t mean to. “Fuck.”
I feel him try to pull out, but he can’t. It’s like he’s too big.
“Looks like you are going to be taking a pussy full of cum,” he says, his breathing ragged, but his tone somewhat resigned, like he didn’t mean to do this, but now there’s no choice.
“No, don’t come inside me. I’m not on birth control. I’ve never had sex before.”
“Too late,” he growls, fastening his teeth on the back of my neck, holding me in place as he pushes deeper into me. I feel the roar of satisfaction resonating through my body, deep down my spine, and then he comes, his seed filling me up with every jerk of his hips.
I cry out as a little sliver of sense forces its way through my fuck-hazed mind.
“You idiot,” I gasp. “I can’t believe you did that. I can’t…”
“Shhh,” he says, pulling me back from the desk so he can get his fingers on my clit. His cock is still thick inside me as he startsplaying with my clitoris, rubbing in firm circles that make my hips jerk and press back against him.
“That’s right,” he says. “You’re being bred, aren’t you? You wanted to be fucked and now you’ve been fucked properly, the way you deserve to be.”
I come.
I orgasm so hard I feel every major muscle group in my body shake and tremble uncontrollably. If it weren’t for the desk, I’d fall over. His fingers work my pussy like he knows my body intimately, like nothing about me is a mystery of any kind. My body reacts like it knows him too, like he has the right to do this to me and not only is there nothing I can do about it, but there’s also nothing I want to do about it.
I just sink into his touch, submit to the pleasure he is giving me. I writhe and wail and I let him force orgasm after orgasm through me, because he is not done with the first one. As soon as I have stopped shaking from the first, he spanks my pussy and then starts stimulating me all over again, pushing his cock deeper inside me, reminding me that I am filled with his seed and being claimed so fucking completely I don’t think any other man will ever compare.
It takes a few minutes for me to recover my senses, and for him to slide out of me, leaving my pussy empty and dripping his cum. I can’t believe he fucking did that.
Hebredme.
He didn’t just have sex with me. He… I can’t even think about it. I do some quick math and figure it’s probably okay, but still. Fuck.
I push myself up from my desk, my ass and pussy both aching. I am trembling from the aftermath of the intensity of the experience, dizzy, weak, but also ready to assert myself, because everything that just happened, happened for one reason: to break me.
Orgasm breaks the spell, I learn.
I have a kind of clarity that leaves me cold, concerned, and absolutely horrified as to what I just let myself do. I point at the door, my finger shaking slightly.
“Get out of my office. Now.”
