Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
I feel my face flush almost as hot as my ass at the idea of asking for punishment. How fucking embarrassing. Even the thought sets off an internal chemical cascade. I can’t imagine what actually doing it would be like. I’d probably faint.
He runs the pad of his finger down the slit of my lips, gathering the wetness of my sex before bringing it to my mouth.
“Suck,” he orders.
I clean myself from his fingers. I taste… desperate.
“Ask me to punish you, Tarni,” he commands softly.
“Please,” I whisper. “Hurt me.”
He picks up the belt and goes back to work, using it not only on my ass, but on my thighs as well. The sound of the leather cracking against my skin fills the room,
Tears leap to my eyes as I try to compose myself, but Kail is determined to overwhelm me, and I can’t stop them from coming.
When I am openly crying, Kail drops the belt and climbs up on the bed behind me. I am still tied, still propped up on pillows and still lying with my legs spread, sex exposed.
His cock entering me feels like forgiveness. My body puts up no resistance as it is stretched wide, my inner walls submitting to him with sweet eagerness. This is what I have needed for a long time. This is what I have needed forever. Kail isn’t just strong or dominant. He is keenly aware of who I am and what I need. He sees through my pretenses, and the instinct to manipulate that is how I have come to survive. He makes me naked more than physically. He strips me bare mentally and emotionally as well.
I am safe with him, because I am known by him, and I would let him do anything to me. I am his. What I feel for him is deeper than love, it is a soul connection. I would sacrifice myself a thousand times over for Kail, and I hope he never has to sacrifice himself for me ever again.
The heat in my ass, the absolute joy of the shame I feel, knowing I can feel shame, knowing he can draw me out of my darkness, the rough thrusting of powerful green hips, it all drives me toward an orgasm I know I do not deserve.
“Don’t you dare come,” he growls in my ear.
I know he can feel my pussy gripping his cock. He knows how close I am to orgasm, and how much I need it. This is fresh punishment. This is absolutely perverted.
Kail pulls his cock free of me, leaving me empty and whining, right on the verge of release.
“Why?” I moan.
“Why?” Kail laughs. “You are so spoiled to even begin to form that question, let alone ask it. You don’t deserve to orgasm. You deserve to pleasure me. And me alone.”
He moves around the bed, takes me by the hair, and draws me around so he can slide his cock down my throat. Kail is impossibly thick and though he takes care not to choke me, my mouth is immediately very, very full. I cannot suck him as much as I might want, and my tongue can barely move with his girth.
Kail is not bothered by this, because Kail intends to fuck my mouth, using that hole the same way he used my pussy. I feel my cunt clenching, dripping desire. Kail’s big hands are on either side of my head, keeping me in place, using me the way I now feel I was made to be used.
His grunts and the intense need of my pussy to be filled intensify at the same time. I hope against hope he does not come in my mouth. I whimper as coherently as I can, begging for his cock in my pussy.
I don’t deserve his mercy, but Kail has always shown me mercy when I least deserve it, and now is no different. He pulls out of my mouth, leaving my jaw aching, and tosses me up and over onto my back, pushing my thighs back and open, claiming me in the mating press, going deep and powerful above and inside me.
My yowls and cries are unfettered as he finishes us both in this powerful embrace, his muscular green body poised above mine, his cock descending near vertically inside me, bottoming out deep until he fills me with his alien seed, his thrusts ensuring that the foaming of his cum and my desire are both spread inside and out of me.
“I know I have not made a dent in your disobedient nature,” he says, keeling over to lie next to me, wrapping a strong arm around me. “But that felt good.”
“Yes,” I agree, aching at both ends of my body and knowing I deserve it. “Yes, it fucking did.”
14
We cross from lawful territory to illicit territory without incident. Well, almost without incident. The ship issues several dire warnings as we pass the final bastions of law and order, informing us that we are forfeiting the rights of good citizens simply by entering lawless space.