Page 18 of Kenan's Mate
Sure, he claims there’s a bond between us and because he claimed me, I’m surrounded by a faint glow that marks his ownership of me, but I can’t share in the bond and I certainly can’t glimpse that blue aura.
Fuck. I’m crying now. He’s still holding my chin, and tears are streaming down my face. Despite the brave front I tried to put on, I really, really don’t want to die right now.
He pushes me down to my knees and withdraws his huge, erect cock from his pants. “You have a smart mouth, Laylah.” A dark smile creeps across his equally dark features. “But I know the perfect way to keep you quiet for a while, and perhaps teach you a lesson in the most merciful way I know how.”
Grabbing my hair, he forces his cock into my mouth.
I try to resist, but his brute strength surpasses mine. When I think of biting down and allow my teeth to tentatively scrape his shaft, he winds a hand around my throat, momentarily cutting off my air.
“I wouldn’t recommend biting.”
I struggle in his firm grip, but in the end I surrender as he repeatedly shoves his cock in and out of my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
Punishing me.
It’s too difficult to breath when I’m fighting him. Tears coat my face.
All I can do is stay on my knees as he claims this part of me. Eventually, he hits a steady rhythm easier on my gag reflex. When I can anticipate a thrust, I can at least handle it better.
Is this better than a beating? As used as I feel, I honestly don’t know. We’re outside in broad daylight. Any of his servants could glance out a window and witness my humiliation. Anyone could walk up the path from town and glimpse me on my knees with a cock in my mouth, being chastised.
With each thrust, his heavy balls slap against my chin. The same chin I’d raised proudly as I’d defied him moments ago.
I don’t feel so proud anymore.
Only stupid and like I’d brought this on myself. I want to turn back time and allow him to put the blasted leash around my neck. If he doesn’t stop soon, I’m going to suffocate. I can barely inhale through my nose before his lower stomach blocks my breaths.
He releases my hair and holds the sides of my face, his pace increasing. His cock swells larger and he half-grunts, half-growls. His hot, salty essence shoots into my mouth as he continues pumping in and out.
I have no choice but swallow.
It’s that or choke, and I sob around his length as I gulp every last spurt of his seed down. Finally, he pulls out and releases me entirely.
I collapse on the stone floor of the patio, gasping for air as I clutch my neck. My lungs are screaming, as they were during the attack on theStargazer, when I had no choice but to inhale the increasingly thick smoke filling my quarters. Slowly, my breathing starts to regulate and my chest no longer aches from lack of oxygen.
Kenan’s boots disappear from my vision, but when he returns, he props me up against him and presses a cup to my lips.
I’m too tired to fight, and I welcome the cool water down my hurting throat.
After I’ve had my fill, he sets the glass aside and strokes my hair from my face. He also rubs my back. It takes me several seconds to notice the slight pressure of the leather around my neck.
Touching it, I gasp. He must have slipped it on while I was drinking. There’s a metallic square in the center with a thumb-shaped imprint. The only way I’ll get this blasted thing off my neck, is if he decides to remove it.
My spirits sink, but then he gently wipes away my tears with a soft cloth, and I once again can’t reconcile his harshness with his comforting touches.
He helps me to my feet with the semblance of a gentleman, as if he hadn’t just been punishing me by shoving his cock down my throat.
I can’t quite meet his eyes, so I stare at the colorful stone design in the center of the patio. It forms a swirling pattern, but most of the stones are orange and red. I study the artistic depiction of the sun until Kenan tugs on my leash.
With no choice, I follow him down the sloping stone path, feeling exceedingly chastised.
The walkway twists through the trees, and our surroundings remind me of a lush rainforest. Exotic birds caw above us and happily flit from branch to branch. Small, furry creatures scamper through the underbrush upon our approach, their glowing eyes occasionally blinking at us from dark hiding places.
Sunlight splinters through the trees in various spots along the way, but the stones on the path in these particular areas aren’t too hot to walk upon. I suppose females aren’t allowed to have shoes, either.
Probably as a deterrent to running away.
If I manage to escape my leash and take off through the forest, the underbrush will likely cut up my unprotected feet and prevent me from getting very far. And then what will I get for my troubles? A cock shoved down my throat?
