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)
She hated him. She hated him fiercely, and with all the passion which had been instilled in her over the course of a hard life. She dredged up all the hatred she’d pushed down over the years. When customers stole from the tip jar, or returned food for no fucking reason, or when she failed a class because she didn’t have time to study because she’d had to close up the night before, or when nobody came to her high school graduation because her mother was locked up and her father didn’t give a fuck.
There was a lifetime of rage locked up in Katie’s relatively diminutive form, and it emerged in a single stream of such incredible cursing there was barely a breath between words.
“Listen, you motherfuckingcocksuckingasswipejerkoffdickheadfuckboy,” she snarled, rising a little further with every curse until she was nose to nose with him. “You can fuck off if you think I am going to respect you.”
He grabbed her by the arm and tossed her back down on the bed, face down. She knew that pain was coming. She didn’t care. She kept swearing as he started to punish her with harsh lashes of what felt like a belt, leather cracking down across her bare ass in a steady rhythm which brought pain and heat in equal measure.
“I will not hesitate to repeat this punishment if you cannot learn your place,” he said, grabbing her by the back of the head and using her hair as means of control when she started to writhe away from the source of the pain. “I will thrash you. I will whip you. I will spank you until you understand that a pet must obey her master.”
She knew the guard was outside, hearing everything which went on. So she screamed and wailed and carried on for his benefit, letting Dominax think he was making a grand impression on her. The leather was painful, and every stroke made the fire in her ass worse. But she endured because she had to. Because doing literally anything else meant giving in to this alien and his plans for her, losing herself forever on a distant planet. Not to mention letting the heat between her thighs which always appeared when he began to inflict his pain upon her burst into uncontrollable arousal.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Dominax was outright whipping his pet. He had never in his life imagined that he would treat a female this way, so harshly and so intensely — but she deserved this. She seemed to need it. Every time the leather landed, he felt vindicated and guilty at the same time. Vindicated because the hot pink stripes on her ass told the story of a girl getting what she deserved. Guilty, because he knew he was hurting her, and that fundamentally, she just wanted to go home.
As soon as she stopped fighting him and this place, he could be kind again. He could save her from the cage and spare her the lash. But as long as she insisted on pushing him every time he imposed the smallest limit, she would pay.
She was such a mystery, his little human. Her anger was genuine, he did not doubt that. And there was no doubting her resistance. She wanted to rebel against his authority at the cost of bright red flesh. But there was more, too. There was a glimmering of moisture between her lower lips, and the scent of arousal which was absolutely unmistakable.
His pet hated to be punished, but she also loved being punished. Being human, she experienced almost constant contradictory feelings and expressed both sets of them almost simultaneously.
He reached down and grasped her right cheek in his large palm, spreading her open for his gaze. Her sex was pink and flowering in that adorable way it did, her lower lips engorging to enable passage toward the tight hole he had claimed so many times before.
With a feral royal growl, Dominax pinned her in place, ignoring her whines as his thick cock found that sacred passage and claimed it, reminding her in a way no leather ever could that she was owned.
He pinned her hands behind her back in one of his, the other tightly gripping her hair as he surged inside her with powerful, potent thrusts.
“I am going to breed you, pet. I am going to teach your sore ass what it means to be mine. You will drip my seed and cry my name, and you will never defy me again, not for a single moment.”
He couldn't see her face from this position. That denied him the true intensity of his possession, so he pulled free of her hot, silken sex and turned her over onto her back before plunging back inside her so deeply he felt the very end of her human capacity for cock.