Page 32 of Brutally Mated
“You will not do magic,” he lectures. “And you will not give me attitude.”
“Thorn gave you attitude, not me! Spank him!”
There’s a moment in which Krall pauses, and I feel him snort and then make a strange sort of movement, almost as if he is trying not to laugh.
“The boy is past spanking. You? I still have hope for,” he says, redoubling his efforts to thrash me soundly. He is right about one thing. I am not thinking about the motion of the train anymore. Instead, I am thinking about how much my ass hurts,and how my pussy lips are stinging, and how I’m starting to respond in ways that don’t make sense at all.
“You’re soaked,” he says, confirming my feelings. “Every time I punish you, you get wet, did you know that?”
I bite my lower lip in order not to say something smart that he will find disrespectful, because my intellect threatens his control. He doesn’t like my powers because they make him feel powerless. I don’t want to get in more trouble right now. I am caught in the middle of some very intense alpha pack dynamics, and I am always going to be the one who comes off second best, physically at least.
Does he know I could snap a bolt down on him whenever I feel like it? That though I am small and soft and physically weak, I can protect myself? Not without hurting him, though. Not sure he deserves the kindness of my restraint.
Males always underestimate females. My own father almost died a few years ago when one of his ungifted wives slipped a good dose of poison herb into his mead.
“I asked you a question,” he growls, spanking my ass again just as I am thinking about the merits of poison.
“You did?”
“I said you get wet every time I punish you,” he says, gripping my hair and pulling my head up. “Do you like feeling this way? Do you enjoy pain? What is it that turns you on so much?”
His questions make me blush. He can’t just let me be aroused. He has to make a whole deal of it. It’s not fair, it’s kind of fucked up, it’s sort of hot, and my hips roll, answering without my having answered at all.
“Do you like knowing that a man old enough to be your father owns your pussy?” He keeps asking questions, each one more shameful than the last.
I feel a little tingle of dark excitement at that question. He just said he owns my pussy, and my pussy very much likes to be owned. I like being owned. There’s a charge to those words and thoughts that makes everything in my body respond.
“You do, don’t you, naughty little girl,” he says, running his fingers over my pussy. “You spent so long wandering those dangerous mountains, fighting monsters, nobody looking after you like they should.”
Two of his fingers slide into my interior, stretching me gently. “Oh, there you go,” he says. “So wet. So tight. So eager to have your daddy use you and pleasure you.”
I am glad I set the precedent of not really replying, because I can’t in any way bring myself to admit how much I am enjoying his attention right now. There is something comforting about being taken so thoroughly in hand, because he’s right. I wasn’t looked after. Nobody is looked after in the mountains. It’s a place where the strong survive and the weak are consumed. This is one of the first times in my life that I have been both weak and safe.
Krall slides his fingers in and out of me with an almost casual touch. He is playing with my body in a very enjoyable way, sweet almost. Tender, maybe.
“That’s right,” he murmurs. “Submit to me, baby. You can be a good girl for me. This wet little hole is going to be used the way it was always supposed to be used.”
I wanted to kill him two minutes ago. Right now I think I might love him. Emotions are such fickle things when intense sex is involved.
He slides me off his lap and puts me over the edge of the bed, keeping me in place with one large hairy hand at the back of my neck. I feel him kneel down behind me and then his cock is deep inside my pussy, fucking me hard. I was a virgin two days ago, and I am still sore from what was done to me the night I lost my purity, but he does not seem to know or care. He thrusts his cock inside my aching sex and he makes me take a series of rough, punishing thrusts clearly designed to show me that my body is his to use when he wants to.
“Every time you pull some of that magic without permission, you’re going to have your pussy spanked, knotted, and bred,” he growls, shafting me deep and hard. “When I give you an order, I mean it.”
He’s back to lecturing me, but I don’t hate him for it now. I feel turned the fuck on, my clit rubbing against the edge of the bed as he breeds me roughly, just like he promised.
“I like fucking you,” he says. “You have a sweet little cunt and it wraps around me so sweetly. Feel free to disobey if you like. Every time you do, I will make a sexual example of you. If you do it in public, be prepared to be publicly bred. Understand?”
He grips my hair and pulls it back firmly enough to make me squirm and arch my back, my pussy gripping him desperately as he thrusts his hips against my sore ass. This is true wolf discipline and I know I deserve it. I wasn’t submitting to him. I wasn’t respecting him. I was doing whatever I wanted and I was expecting to get my way because that’s how I was raised.
Krall’s cock is starting to thicken inside me, the knot heralding orgasm.
“You’re not going to come,” he says. “I’m just going to fuck your naughty cunt and breed you.”
Those words seem to excite him as much as they do me, because he thrusts deep and holds himself inside me, and I feel another dose of his seed being spilled inside my soaked pussy. His knot thickens further, and I know I am trapped on his cock for the duration as he wraps his arms around me, keeping me close to his body as he gets up then lies down on the bed with me.
Outside, the world rushes by the window, and I do not care because my pussy is wrapped around a hard knot, and an older alpha’s rough fingers are playing between my spread legs as he lies on his back and holds me atop him, that cock still buried deep in me.
He rubs my clit in swift little circles, letting me get close to coming before stopping completely.
