Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42861 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
All that matters to Gruff is whether or not he thinks I deserve this, and he has decided that I do. I am completely at his mercy, and I have done nothing to encourage it. Is it too late?
“Please! I’m sorry!”
“What are you sorry for? Are you going to tell me what you’ve been doing? Are you going to admit that you ran away while knowing what waited for you out there? Leaving your doe behind with me?”
“I knew you would keep her safe!”
“I want to keep you safe, Jem!”
I’ve made the spanking worse. Much worse. He is spanking me harder and what feels like twice as fast, a barrage of slaps land across my raised cheeks, and no matter how much I squirm and try to escape, he keeps me in place and makes me take his punishment. I know he’d call it my punishment, but it is really his. His justice. His choice. His agenda. But my pain. Fucking ow.
“God! Stop! Gruff! I can’t take this! You’re going to kill me!”
“I am not,” he growls. “You were going the right way to get yourself killed, though. You cannot leave my bridge. It is not safe. You know that. Are you so desperate to get away from me you would be ravaged by wild bucks to get away?”
“No! I’m so eager to be free that I’d shoot every buck from here to the city to get off this planet. I wasn’t going out there to be a victim, Gruff. I was going out there as a predator.”
“Is that right?” He fists the back of my shirt and pulls me up off the bed, still half-naked. “And if you were disarmed? Or if your weapons failed you? If they took hold of you, then what?” He tosses me down on the bed, making sure that I land on my sore, freshly spanked ass. Then he is between my thighs, the laces of his pants undone, his thick alien cock throbbing with punitive desire.
“Then what?” He growls the question again, taking hold of my legs and spreading them wide. I feel the surge of his hips between my sensitive thighs, and then the underside of his cock rubbing between my sinfully wet pussy lips.
“What. Happens. Then?” He asks the question in that same rough tone as he draws back to allow the head of his cock to slide down my lips and then plunges deep inside me, filling me up in one illustrative thrust. I gasp and moan, reaching for him, but he is already gripping my wrists, pinning them down and fucking me in a way that is designed to do more than punish. It is designed to demonstrate. He wants me to feel how weak and wet I am, how vulnerable I would be to all the wild bucks out there.
Gruff fucks me with masterful strokes, one hand keeping my hands pinned above my head, the other on the inside of my left thigh, spreading my legs and sex open for me. He is holding me down and exposing me to the truth of my reality. I am helpless against these creatures, and I am especially helpless against him. Every time his cock fills me, I feel myself stretching and warm waves of pleasure coursing through me. I know he means for this to be uncomfortable. He’s counting on the ache in my ass taking the pleasurable edge off this alien ravaging. But I thrill to the pain, and to the ache, and yes, even to the humiliation in this moment.
Gruff’s expression is one of pure dominance. His scent rushes inside me with every breath I take. He wasn’t in rutting mode when he was lecturing me, but he can’t hold back when he’s fucking me. My tight human flesh grips him and his rough alien cock does its very ill-fated best to teach me a lesson I have always refused to learn: that of submission.
“I’m going to fucking come,” I gasp.
He lets out an expression of disbelief. “You’re absolutely incorrigible.”
“You're hot,” I counter. He can’t be mad at me for that — and he isn’t.
“Bad little human,” he lectures, pulling out of my pussy before I can climax. “It seems to make my point, I must debase you further.”
Does he know that his words make my clit tingle? That I don’t need his cock to come? His words and energy alone are enough to nearly tip me over the edge.
Then he is back, and this time his dripping cock is not aimed at my pussy. This time it has dropped a fraction and is aiming at a completely different hole. I feel the head of his cock pressing against my ass. I am tight there, and the only lubricant in play is the slick fluid that has dripped from my pussy and his own alien discharge.