Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Then she looked up and she saw those two deep dark eyes looking back at her, and there was nothing human about him at all. He was entirely alien, and probably extremely dangerous. She felt the ache between her thighs, the reminder of their tryst. She had given herself to him. He had torn the very last vestige of innocence from her and now she was naked, on her knees, nursing a fading buzz and wishing she was at work. Work had once seemed like a boring, life-stealing chore. Now it seemed like the safest place in the universe.
Dominax plucked a single fry from the paper packet which bore the logo of her previous employer, making Katie wonder what precisely what sorcery was at work. The king’s vague explanation did not satisfy her. It sounded more like magic than science, and she didn’t know if she could trust him.
“So these are actually from Earth. You just reached into my old place of work and snatched someone’s order out of the ether?”
“They were pulled directly from the realm of your world, yes.”
“So that shiny drawer is like a small…”
“Wormhole,” he said. “A digital wormhole.”
“Uh huh.”
She was going to climb right the fuck into that wormhole and escape back home, that’s what she was going to do.
“If you’re thinking about using it for escape, don’t. For one, it’s less than a quarter of the size you are. For two, it is prone to distortions if you don’t know what you are doing. You got fries this time. But next time, you never know.”
She wasn’t listening to his warnings. She was listening to the growling hunger in her stomach.
“Gimme,” she said, snatching the fry right out of his fingers. She shoved it into her mouth, then lunged for the rest of the package with outstretched hands. She would have gotten it too, except for that she didn’t. He pulled the package up away from her and held it over her head.
“Uh uh,” he chided, his dark eyes narrowing with a dark smile. “You are a very disobedient and rebellious little pet, aren’t you.”
“Fuck you. Gimme.” She lunged again, this time putting herself more or less over his left thigh. It was a huge mistake. He clamped her there with one arm — the same arm holding her cherished fries, and started spanking her with the other one, his big palm covering almost the entirety of one cheek every time it landed across her exposed ass.
“Manners,” he growled. “Obedience. Respect. These are all concepts you need to learn. And they’re all things you will learn over my knee, brat.”
She cursed and squealed as he imparted a blazing sting to her hide, making her very sore indeed. But Katie was used to pushing through discomfort of all kinds to get what she really wanted. You didn’t survive New York without being ready to do what it took to get what you wanted.
“FRIES!” She screamed the word, grabbed back to her waist for the package, and shoved most of the contents into her mouth. It didn’t matter how much or how hard he spanked her now. She’d won the battle.
Spank her harder he did. Without the need to hold onto the fries, he could now hold onto her even more firmly, swatting her bare ass with swift, repetitive slaps which rose to a speedy crescendo. She screamed, losing some precious fried potato in the process.
“Fucking hell!”
“Disobedient, bad little pet,” he growled. “Stealing food right out of your king and master’s hand.”
He was not playing with her. The spanking was hard, and it hurt like hell. There was nothing for it but to give into the tears welling in her eyes, to wail and to cry like the helpless baby he was making her feel like.
Dominax did not like seeing his little human cry, but he liked her disobedience even less. She just kept fighting him at every turn, trying to get away with the most egregious disobedience.
He did not want to punish her. He took no joy in her writhing and wailing, but she needed this. She had probably needed it for a very long time. Everything about her behavior suggested that she had been getting away with being an untamed brat for years.
“Have you had enough, pet? Are you beginning to understand what I require from you?”
She made a whimpering sound which probably did not indicate understanding. It was going to take more than a day to teach her the ways of her new world. Humans were ill disciplined and badly supervised. They let one another do whatever they wished, only intervening when serious crimes took place, and sometimes not even then. It was no way to run a society.
Dominax’s kingdom was run in a much more orderly fashion. Every citizen was held responsible for their behavior at all times, and as a result, every citizen knew better than to run riot. There were some exceptions, like Darma, but the nail that stood up got thrashed, as the old Earth saying sort of went.