Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58483 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
He turns me to face the wall and places both my hands on it. “Push your ass out for me, Taisha.”
That voice. So rough and raw with lust.
My body answers with complete obedience. I push my hips back.
He pulls up my skirt and tugs the scrap of my panties up between my buttcheeks.
I twist to look over my shoulder at him.
His face is positively feral, like he’s having a hard time controlling himself.
“Face the wall,” he orders. But his hands are gentle on my hips, and when he lays a palm on my ass—his hand so broad it almost covers both cheeks at once, I gasp at the sensation.
“Ten.” He lifts his hand and cracks it down across both cheeks. “That’s one.”
I whimper and squirm at the burn. So good.
“Stay still. Two.” He slaps me again, but this time his fingers linger on my skin, rubbing softly, taking away some of the sting. “You need to listen to my rules and be respectful.”
I bite back a moan at the rubbing. When I don’t respond, he grabs a fistful of my hair—not hard, but firmly. “Taisha, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Master, I hear you. I’ll listen to your rules. Be respectful.”
“Good. Let’s make sure of it.” He spanks me again. It’s hard and I love it. My body reacts just as on the ship. I soak my panties, which are rubbing against my clit, providing a much-needed friction. I lean into it. Mother Earth, but I like this. I want him to spank me and touch me between my legs, and lick my pussy, and then I want him to—
“Ow.” The next spank is harder, and I wiggle my ass, mostly because I want more pressure against my clit. I want his fingers there, rubbing harder.
“Drayk,” I whisper. I stick my ass back, asking for his hand.
“Veck.” He curses under his breath. “This is… vecking…”
Then he gives me the rest of the spanks in quick succession.
He’s panting like he exerted himself, even though I know that’s impossible. I’ve seen his physique. He releases his hold on my panties, much to my disappointment.
“That’s enough.” His voice is curt.
He helps me to turn around. His horns are thick and stiff, his face a darker shade of purple. And his eyes! They glow completely amethyst—no trace of brown now at all. “I hope that taught you a lesson.” His voice sounds scratchy and deep.
He wants me.
Desperately.
I can tell.
I glance down at the bulge at the front of his breeches.
“I must leave for some business.” Without looking at me, he gathers some items hurriedly. “Eat a meal before I return, and rest. If you have not…” he trails off. “Do not try to leave, because it will be locked.”
Dumbly, I nod. The pulse between my legs has me buzzing all over.
Then the door shuts behind him, and he’s gone.
My ass tingles in a way that would be pleasurable if he’d finished what he started. I walk to the door he left through and lean my head against it, fingers between my legs.
Damn you, Captain Drayk.
I shove my hand down the front of my panties and gasp at the wetness between my legs. How swollen the flesh is.
Remembering the way he touched me last time, I work my fingers, undulating my palm so I hit my clit with the heel of my hand and my entrance with my fingers. All I have to do is think of him.
My huge, imposing, gruff, gentle giant. What would it be like to be fully claimed by him? To have him thrust his manhood right here, where I’m touching?
That’s all it takes. I reach a climax, my internal muscles squeezing and pulsing as I pant against the threshold.
Not nearly as satisfying as when he helped me, but a relief, nonetheless.
“Well, I suppose it’s better this way,” I muse aloud. Leylah’s face floats in front of me, and I remember what she said: Never surrender myself, or I’ll always be a slave.
Surely this is what she meant. I must keep myself strong and independent and not allow this being to worm his way into my heart. To care what he thinks or feels for me. After all, how can I carry out her wishes if I’m acting like a besotted pleasure slave, concerned with physical delights?
I clench my fingers, remembering how the coin felt against my skin. “I need to get it back,” I whisper. “I have a mission.”
My bones seem to vibrate with the desire to meet with Lamira, but at this moment—locked up in Drayk’s chamber—it seems an impossible task.
I should count my blessings. I’m in a luxurious domicile with orders to do nothing but eat and rest.
I can lie around and pretend I’m the master for once. I go to the storage units to investigate this so-called nutrition station. If there are foods that I’m required to eat, by all means, I plan to get started at once. Thank Mother Earth for small pleasures.