Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“Not for saving your friend, love,” Dante murmurs into the flesh of my neck. His tongue comes out and licks a line from my collarbone to my earlobe. “I’m going to punish you for not discussing it with me. But first, I’m going to explain how this relationship is going to work. You’re going to obey me in the important things, Kaja. I’m not going to tell you what to do every minute of the day, but when your life is on the line, you will mind me, or this will happen.”
Dante picks me up, his arms going under my knees and around my back, and begins walking to the shore. I hold on and shiver as the cool night air hits my skin. I am not sure what is happening, but he was nothing but tender so far. I am willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.
And I like the way he carries me. I feel small and light when he holds me in his strong arms. I let my head drift to his shoulder. His skin is on the cool side but still feels smooth and comforting.
The small cave seems intimate and a bit romantic. It is like the rest of the world falls away and leaves behind only me and Dante. We are the only ones in this small world.
Dante walks with purpose toward a large rock that juts from the side of the cave. He sits down and tips my face up to look at his. His eyes take on a glow. He looks alien in the silvery light. I am beginning to understand that he is two-natured as well. There is the happy, funny Dante, and this man, the powerful First. The First lies buried until he shows himself with fangs and claws and these eyes. The color bleeds, leaving no white behind. His eyes glow a bit and threaten to pull me in. I am caught by his stare.
“I won’t allow you to put yourself in danger.” His voice takes on that deep tone I associate with the First. “Place yourself across my lap with your ass in the air.”
Now I do hesitate. “I do not understand.”
“Then let me explain, sweetheart.” He picks me up, his hands circling my waist. He proves his strength and agility by neatly flipping me over.
The world upends. I am staring at the ground, my naked ass high in the air. I feel vulnerable, my body completely under his control. I shiver in the slight chill. And then I howl because something sharp slaps the tender flesh of my backside. It lights up my skin like lightning. I kick, trying to get away.
Dante uses one big hand to hold me down. “No. You’re not getting away from me. You’re going to accept your punishment.”
I do not like this punishment at all. Dante’s hand rains down on me. Over and over he smacks at my flesh. Tears prick at my eyes. I think about changing. If I change forms, he will not be able to hold me. I consider running, but something is happening. My flesh sparks when he strikes, but then he slows his slaps. In between, I begin to feel a sweet heat invading my flesh, as though the very cessation of pain turns into a sharp, aching pleasure.
It is not so bad. It is starting to feel like something good.
“That’s right, love.” Dante’s voice is rich like the honey that sometimes drips from beehives in summertime. “Relax. Take what I give you.”
His hand comes down again, slapping a fleshy part of my ass. This time his hand stays there, smoothing the hurt. The pain sinks in, and I feel a different ache begin.
“Shit, Kaja, baby, I can smell you. You’re getting wet.” His fingers delve into the crease of my ass. I moan at the touch. “You’re getting wet and ready to be fucked.”
It does seem that way. I cannot control my response.
Dante slaps at my ass, harder this time. “I won’t fuck you. Not until you apologize sweetly and promise to never do it again.”
His fingers run down the seam of my ass, and I feel a gentle touch to my pussy. It makes me wiggle and writhe.
Another smack. This one echoes through the small cave. “No moving. This is my time.”
His time? It feels like my time. I struggle to breathe as he plays with me. His fingers burrow into my pussy, first one, and then two. He traces all of my female parts. I can feel myself getting wet. The juice seems to come from somewhere deep inside. That place inside demands more, but I hold still. The First wants me to remain still, to let him…play.
I like to play.
“Fuck, you’re so creamy and ready.” Dante groans as he slides a finger inside. Fucking. He calls it fucking. He is doing it with his finger, but I can feel the hard line of his cock poking at my belly. It throbs beneath me, yet still he plays. “Tell me you want this, Kaj.”