Total pages in book: 216
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
And then the stream of water strays back my sex.
Did I bleed? I didn’t notice any blood, but then, I wasn’t hanging around to examine the sheets. It barely even hurt.
I remember his skilled fingers. How he played me so expertly. My own fingers stray there.
My eyes snap open and I jerk my hand away from myself. I replace the shower head back in its place high on the wall to finish the rest of my shower as quickly as possible.
Then I get out of the shower, towel off, and get into bed. Skipping dinner is a no brainer. I’m ready for this day to be over.
Sleep is still a long time in coming but eventually, blessed unconsciousness takes me.
“How hard is it to obey simple instructions?” His voice is a roar that jerks me from sleep.
I sit up in bed, my heart pounding as I look around me frantically. The room is completely dark. Still nighttime. Where am I—? What—?
“You washed me off you.” While slightly quieter, I can hear anger barely restrained in his voice. Xavier. I’m at his lodge in the middle of nowhere. Effectively captive.
“I, I’m sorry—” I stutter. “I didn’t think you—”
“You didn’t think!” he thunders. “You didn’t think you needed to obey orders? You know what happens to soldiers who don’t obey orders? They die.”
I scramble away from him on the bed, but he grabs my ankle and yanks me back, just like he did yesterday.
Oh my God. This guy is crazy. Like crazy crazy. You’d have thought the whole locking a girl up in an abandoned resort thing would have tipped me off, but it really only becomes clear in this moment. This guy just might be certifiable.
I wasn’t kidding when I said we’re in a place so remote no one will hear my screams.
I scream anyway.
Seven
“Let go of me, you psycho!” I scream.
Xavier doesn’t say anything else, he just flips me over on the bed so that I’m face down on the comforter. The next second he’s lifted up my nightgown—the only kind of sleepwear provided and nothing like I would wear at home—and pulled down my panties. He grabs both of my wrists and pins them at the small of my back, forcing my face even deeper into the mattress. I thrash and turn my head enough so that I can at least breathe.
Oh God, is he going to rape me now? So was earlier just some fluke? Like, he had to wait till full dark to do it how he really likes? Psycho fucker. Well, I’m not going to make it easy for him. I don’t care if I agreed to be here. No always means no and—
A resounding slap on my ass startles all my thoughts momentarily quiet.
“Count,” he demands. “And ask, please Sir, may I have another?”
My mouth drops open. I crane my neck to look over my shoulder. I can only make out the barest outline of him. It must be a new moon outside because there’s barely any light coming through the curtains. He’s just a looming shadow at the edge of the bed behind me. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
He lands another punishing slap to my ass, this time on the other cheek. “Language,” he snaps.
“Fuck you!” I spit, yanking even harder to get away from him.
He spanks me again. I yelp in outrage, at the same time noting that his hand landing just feels like a sharp sting. It doesn’t hurt hurt. But, still, this whole thing is just getting more fucked up by the second. Who the hell does he think he is? I haven’t been spanked in… well, never. It was frowned upon by the time I was growing up. And the fact that this man has the gall to spank me now when I’m twenty-six years old is just—
He lands another blow.
“We’ll keep this up until you learn your lesson.” He sounds calmer now. “As soon as you start counting, you’ll only have ten more.”
I grit my teeth. If this asshole thinks he can get me to humiliate myself with one little spanking, he’s got another thing coming.
He spanks me again, landing it on a spot he’s hit previously. It stings like a bitch, but I don’t make a sound. I do flinch, though, and he chuckles, sounding even more relaxed. “You’re stubborn. Good. You’re here to be a breeder, and I want my child to have good, strong, stubborn genes.”
Oh my God, I’ve been trying so hard to forget that whole part of the deal and he has to go and remind me of it now? Like this?
When his hand next comes down, it’s not with impact, but a caress. His voice is likewise caressing. “But it’s just as important for stubborn people to know when to give in.”
His hand dips lower and underneath to my sex where he starts to play with my pussy. And even though I barely know him, it’s like my body is already trained to his touch. Within seconds I’m softening and moistening for him.