Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Now. Come here,” he says, dragging me over his lap. He is still clothed, and I am entirely naked, cleaned in the most animal way. My ass is up high over his lap, exposed as he starts spanking me hard.
“This is what happens to little whelps who come to our port and defy our orders. You think you’re above our laws? No. You’re going to be even more subject to them. You’re going to suffer worse than anybody else would, I can assure you.”
Every word is punctuated by another one of those vicious slaps. I cry out, because it fucking hurts, and because I have absolutely no chill.
“Be nice!”
“Nice?” He chuckles down at me. “I am not going to be nice to you, little mate. I am going to start handling you the way you need to be handled. Firmly, and painfully. I am your mate, and your alpha, and you will obey me in all things.”
His palm continues to whip my ass until I start to sob. This hurts, and it is humiliating, and I am scared not just about what he is doing to me, but what he is going to do to me after this. There’s no escaping now that I am naked.
He’s made me so wet, so fucking needing of relief that I stop fighting. Fuck, it, I tell myself. I can want this. I can fuck three hot guys and then run away. This will just be another story I tell in a few years’ time, a wild night on the dark side.
“You said the other ones could have me,” I say. I just can’t help causing trouble right now. I don’t want to just submit to this, especially to Conroy, who has a particular effect on me, arousing and infuriating me in equal measure.
“She’s right,” Tailor says. “She’s not yours to use over and over. You can’t tell me not to lick her pussy and then make me watch you spank her lips.”
Conroy makes a sound of annoyance, but he knows we’re right.
“I’m not good at sharing,” he says. “Not when something is this precious.”
“My tolerance for your foibles is wearing thin,” Tailor says. “We’ve let you have command of the port, and we’ve all taken our roles, but she is not yours to own or command.”
“Yeah. I’m not yours to own or command. I’m everyone’s. Wait. No. I’m my own. I’m my own and none of you can have me.”
“Now can I handle her?” Conroy growls. “Or do you want to fuck her into submission, Tailor?”
“You are ours,” Tailor says.
“Nope. I’m not,” I snap back.
Damon is watching in the back, saying nothing. He’s smirking slightly, nothing more. He’s amused by this, I think. He’s not buying into it like Conroy and Tailor are. I watch as he folds his arms over his chest and leans against the wall, his eyes locked on me.
“Why doesn’t he say anything?”
“Damon doesn’t speak.”
“Why not?”
“You’d have to ask him,” Tailor says. “And he wouldn’t tell you.”
Damon’s expression has shifted slightly. He doesn’t seem so amused anymore. He seems pensive.
“So you’re a mute?” I ask him.
He doesn’t reply.
Conroy grips my chin and turns my face back to him. “You can get to know us later,” he says. “Once you’ve submitted to us properly.”
“I’m not going to submit to you, asshole. Why is that so hard for you to understand?”
Conroy picks me up, carries me into the den, and tosses me over the back of his armchair. There’s no preamble. No warning. No nothing besides the certainty that I am going to get fucked, and fucked hard.
“You’re gonna fucking regret this,” I curse as he slides inside me. I can barely form the words, but at least he won’t be able to pretend I didn’t warn him. Men like him think they’re in charge of everything and everyone.
His cock feels like it was made for me, thick enough to stretch me wide, deep enough to fill me. I know I’ve only had sex once before, and that was maybe fifteen minutes go, but I am almost certain he was truly made for me, and me for him. I let out a moan that makes it very obvious how much I enjoy this.
“That’s right,” he purrs down at me. “Someone hasn’t been properly fucked before, has she?”
“She’s never been mated properly,” Tailor agrees.
They’re discussing me like a specimen while I am coming undone in every direction possible.
“You’re the only person who has ever fucked me,” I remind him. “So if it was done badly, that’s your fault.”
“Shut up,” Conroy growls, thrusting deep and hard inside me. His words make me tingle deep inside, like I love the fact he’s being rough and kind of rude to me. My attitude goes absolutely nowhere with him.
It hurts. But it feels good. I don’t know how much more of this I can take, but I know I need this. He is feeding an appetite I didn’t know I had. He’s making me confront myself in ways I never wanted to confront myself. I don’t have the time.