Monster’s Pet (Monsters In the Bed #2) Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alien, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: Monsters In the Bed Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
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He spanks me hard. I mean really fucking hard. He spanks me like a brat finally getting the punishment she’s deserved for years. I don’t think I am that kind of brat, but maybe I am. Maybe getting shot and getting stuck with the cane and becoming the girl with the dog distracted me from all the other things I am, like a complete brat.

Like almost all brats, I have a secret: I don’t mind pain. In fact, there’s part of me that kind of likes it.

This spanking doesn’t even feel bad. It’s supposed to hurt, I think, his big hands slapping down across my cheeks in a four-step time. The sharp and tingling feelings are growing hotter and hotter. I squirm and wriggle, attempting to not so much get away as maybe completely bask in the sensation.

“Justice and I talked about the two of you when we first met you,” he says, taking a break. “You seemed like you were the quiet one, the broken one. You seemed the easier of the two to control.”

“And now?”

“And now I know why you’re mine,” he says simply. “You need a firm hand.”

And that’s when the spanking becomes even more intense, where the tingle and sting turns to a sharp sensation. The heat starts to rise and the ache sets in and suddenly I feel something like sorry. It’s a weird feeling, because I haven’t done anything wrong. All I did was try to call my boss, which is the responsible thing to do. I guess it’s my attitude I’m being punished for, for testing the boundaries he’s trying to establish. For being a bad little pet.

That last thought sends a bolt of excitement through me and thoroughly neutralizes the pain all over again. The spanking doesn’t have to hurt. The spanking can feel good and can even reinforce my rebellion if I handle it right. Order has no idea how much pain I can take, or how much humiliation I have already endured in my life.

I can translate pain into something even more than pleasure. I can turn it into fuel. So I don’t just come while he spanks me damn near to the point of tears. I come hard, my ass burning as much as my pride, pure heat flashing through my body as I scream not in pain, but in orgasm. I’d flail all the way off his lap if not for how tightly he’s holding me.

He shows true mercy by stopping, because once I’ve orgasmed, my defenses are gone. It’s like I’ve burned through my shields and pain is pain again. I can feel the heat searing through my skin, the tightness and the ache that is going to stay with me for a while.

“Now,” Order says. “I am going to talk, and you are going to listen. Clear?”

“Yes.” I squeak the word out.

“You’re safe with me,” Order says, his big palm spreading out over my heated rear. “I am not going to spring a slew of babies on you. Justice chose not to communicate with his partner. I will always tell you what I expect from you, and what the consequences of your, or our actions will be.”

I do feel safe with him. Safer than I have with anyone in a long time, but it’s not that simple. I can’t just give up everything I am and everything I was. I owe Chief Connor a phone call. I’m not just going to disappear on my life and my boss. That’s not who I am, and it’s not who I am going to become.

7

Morning comes. Justice is asleep because he’s nocturnal, but Stealth, Order, Sally, and I are all awake and eating cornflakes.

Sally’s kids are rolling through bowls on the floor. I don’t know if they’re actually ingesting anything, but let’s just say it is fortunate that there is black and white checkered linoleum on the floor.

The vault exit hasn’t been welded shut, fortunately. They realized that they might want to come and go themselves. I guess Justice stayed up and kept watch all night, so now it is Order and Stealth’s turn.

Order considers me properly punished, I think, and maybe I am. I take Obigor up and out to do his business, and once again the sun rising in the east reminds me that there are other places on the planet where things are normal. Do I want normal? Probably not. I do want breakfast, so Obigor and I head back down again without attempting another escape. I need to get my phone back. I need to tell Chief Connor I am okay.

Days go by down in the vault.

Order still has my phone. I’ve tried to steal it back a few times, but now he has it hidden somewhere I can’t get to. I’ve told him it’s fucked up to do that to me, but he insists it is for our collective safety. The thing I hate most in the world is being ignored when I am right. Chief Connor is not going to let his department disappear into West Virginia. He’s going to come for us. And when he does, what he finds is going to be weird beyond explanation.


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