by Leila Brown
Jerk. Bastard. Beast.
“What I need is for you to get the fuck up.” Small intakes of breath between each word betrayed her excitement. She licked her parched lips. She could feel the walls of her pussy clamp down on him with every thrust.
He let go of her nipple and reared over her. He pushed his cock in and out at a maddeningly slow pace. Feelings of pain were forgotten, replaced by a distinct sensation of being filled to brimming one second and bereft the next. The hard strokes made her crave each new pounding of his skin against hers. If only he would speed up. Taylon grasped his ass and squeezed hard. She pulled at him when he withdrew from her, but he refused to alter his pace.
“No. This beast is in control. You will beg for me. You will beg this filthy beast to fuck you.”
Never. His words should have frightened her. They should have doused her desire. He pounded into her again, pushing her thoughts to the side. A low moan escaped her pursed lips, and he started pumping in and out faster. The suctioning sound of his sweaty body pumping, sticking, and releasing hers echoed through the room.
The tension in her legs and pussy grew stronger. Her legs quivered and she could feel the walls of her pussy pulse in tune with the uncontrolled beat of her heart. Each thrust pushed her closer. Each pull on a nipple, each swirl of his tongue on her pushed her to the brink.
He pulled out of her until she felt the tip of his dick touching her slick lips. He pushed the head back inside and stopped. “Are you ready to beg?”
Taylon clamped down hard on her tongue, determined not to give him that satisfaction.
“You will beg.” In one stroke he pushed himself so deep she felt the hairs at the base of his shaft tickle the lips of her pussy. He pulled out only to slam back inside her with the same force.
Taylon lost her hold on her tongue and bit down hard on her bottom lip, afraid she could no longer deny the urge to give him what he wanted.
He pumped her until she was sure permanent teeth marks etched the skin just below her bottom lip. He pushed inside her so far and so fast she lost track of what he wanted her to say. She just wanted him to let her end this delicious ride. She wanted to explode all over him. She deserved it. She’d earned it.
“So are you ready to beg now?” He no longer seemed unaffected. The raspy voice sounded as strained as she felt.
“Please… please fuck me.” She knew what she was saying but no longer cared.
No longer holding back, he rode her faster, harder, pushing into her at a frenzied pace. She dove right over the cliff. Tiny shocks went off all over her body as her juices poured over him. On a deep growl she felt him pump his release high inside her. The spray seemed to go on forever.
Shocks of pleasure continued shooting from every place his body touched hers. As he slid off her, the cool air from the pool set off another storm of sensations. It felt as if her body was on pleasure overload. If he touched her again she knew she wouldn’t be able to take it.
She turned her head to find him looking at her. Lying with him staring at her as if he could see inside her? Not an option. She’d just given him everything. She’d begged for him. Her face burned as she remembered the neediness of her voice, the exact words she’d used.
Leave now. Think about that later. Taylon rolled onto her stomach. She waited a few seconds before trying to stand. She pushed herself up and took a couple of unsteady steps before regaining control. Grabbing her dress she pulled it on, noticing belatedly she’d put it on backwards. Oh well, she refused to take it off and give him another look at her naked. The sound of him diving in the water gave her a quick moment of relief. Why couldn’t he have fallen straight to sleep? Why wasn’t there something nearby she could knock him out with?
“Going somewhere?”
Taylon put one foot in front of the other, moving toward the door. “We’re done here. I’m going home.” Or anywhere. Anywhere but here. She had not even begun to process what just happened. Much less why her body was protesting at each step she took. It would be so easy to lay with him, luxuriate in his body. Too easy.
“No.”
“No? I did what was required. I have thirty days before I must join the next Gathering.” Taylon moved faster toward the door. It loomed mere feet before her.
“Actually, I distinctly remember telling you if I had to leave this pool to undress you, you would be punished.”
He had to be kidding. Punished? Wasn’t that what the begging thing had been about? Humiliating her? Punishing her?
“I think your punishment will be to serve me.” He moved to her side of the pool and placed his folded arms across the edge.
A relieved breath escaped her. She could deliver him his food. She could play the slave.
“In bed.”
No way. No way. No way. She was not going to do this. She could not control herself with him. She could not let him touch her again.
“Yes, you will be my slave for the next two weeks.”
“No way.” Taylon clasped her hands over her mouth.
His eyebrows shot up at her outburst. “Make that four weeks. Care to try for six, or do you want to skip straight to eight?”
Taylon shook her head, too fearful of saying something to garner more punishment.
Four weeks of being his plaything. Four weeks of begging to be fucked by him each night. Four weeks of him pounding inside her. Her body pulsed with anticipation as her mind screamed in fear. She would never survive four weeks of being at his mercy.
Chapter Four
Bracken carried Taylon back to his room. In truth he should have taken her to a guest room, let her sleep through the night and allow one of the slaves to show her the way out in the morning. That’s what he should have done, but he wasn’t ready to allow her to leave. Four weeks. He’d given himself four weeks to get her out of his system.
“Put me down,” she mumbled.
“With pleasure.” He dumped her on his bed.
“Let me go.” She rubbed her hands back and forth over her eyes.
“Not quite. I have you for the entire night. And I’m not done yet.” He sat down beside her.
“I don’t think so. You fed. I felt the damn bite.”
“Well, I guess I will just have to make sure you can’t run away.” He grabbed the gown she’d discarded and ripped it quickly into four long strips.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked, scooting over to the other edge of the bed.
He reached out and grabbed her arm. She wasn’t quick enough to get away. He threw his leg over hers and tied her arms together. Then he tied her wrists to the headboard. He grabbed another piece of fabric and wrapped it around her head, gagging her.
He tied her ankles together loosely, but didn’t tie them to down to the bed. “This position will make everything more intense.” When he lifted her feet in the air he had a perfect angle to see her beautiful legs and her tight little pussy. His beast grunted. She was creaming and the smell was going to his head.
“I wanted to go slow, but it doesn’t look like that’s going to be possible.” He used his free hand to scratch a tiny line from one ankle, down the back of her leg, around her cheeks and back up. Her breathing caught then came out in an audible whoosh. “Like that? How about this?”
He used his mouth to follow the path his finger had taken. By the time he reached her ankles again he could see the glistening wetness covering her sex. She was ready, and so the hell was he.
He lifted her legs and set her knees over his shoulder, then leaned forward and rubbed the tip of his cock into her wetness, making circles around the rim of her opening.
Taylon moaned low and soft, and he couldn’t wait. He wanted to feel that wet heat again. With his hand he guided himself into her. He pulled back until only the tip lay inside. Then he surged into her, one long, hot deep stroke from the tip of his cock to the base of it. He pulled out a little then surged back in.
One stroke. Two strokes. In. Out. In. Out. He got into a rh
ythm when he felt her muscles clench down on him. There went his control. That leisurely pace was out of the question now.
Bracken pulled out and surged into her. Again and again. Faster. Deeper. He could feel the pressure building in his balls. He didn’t want to leave her unsatisfied so he reached around pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger. She arched beneath him, taking more into her as her pussy milked him.
Just when he knew the pressure was going to crush him, he felt the familiar feeling of rushing liquid. He rode out their mutual orgasm, letting the pleasure fill him and come out in a rush. He’d just come and as he stared down at her all he could think about was doing it again.
* * *
Taylon woke from a fitful sleep to find Bracken’s handsome face inches from hers. The sun’s new rays cast his hair in a red haze.
“Get away from me,” she mumbled in a groggy voice, then rolled over to face the other way.
“Get up.” He pulled the covers from her naked body.
The cool morning air slid over naked flesh. Her nipples perked into jutting peaks while goose bumps marched across her skin. “Where is my gown?”
“As my personal slave you are not allowed to wear clothing.”
That was total horseshit. He wasn’t running around naked. How could one night turn her world so upside down? She threw her legs over the side of the bed. A slight cramp started in her thigh and ended at the juncture in between her legs. Memories of the reasons for those aches sent heat racing to her face. “I’m not walking around here naked. Even the slave last night wore clothes.”
He sent her an aggravated look. “Personal slaves do not wear clothes. Community slaves do. Their very clothes invite anyone to undress them.”
Taylon refused to look away. Did he think he was scaring her? He was, but she refused to let him know it.
“So unless you want to find yourself on your back or your knees at every turn, you will not wear clothing.”
Well, if he wanted her naked all the time she would just spend her time in this room. There was no way she was going to parade around naked in front of his people.
“You will visit the baths twice a day, each day.”
“Sure.” She would visit the bath. He never said anything about her getting in the water.
“You will take morning and evening meals with me.”
“But you don’t eat food.”
“Who told you that? You don’t think the small amount of blood I took last night will keep me for a month? Those with personal servants attend each meal to ensure that the new slaves get proper nutrition.”
“So you guys just sit and watch us eat.”
“No, we like to replenish what was taken. Then we discuss any business we must conduct.”
“Business?”
“What did you think we do? There are dangerous creatures outside our borders. We keep them out in exchange for a Gathering once a month.”
“I didn’t know that.” Not that it would have changed her feelings about the Gatherings. This wasn’t her planet. Not her problem. So why did a tiny part of her sigh at the balance of the deal?
“Of course not, because then your leaders would have to tell you what lay outside the borders. Why frighten you when there is no need. Now let us end this conversation. You need to attend the baths and then meet me at this morning’s meal.”
Taylon didn’t move toward the door. She sat with her hands knotted in her lap. He was going to make her leave the room. He intended to parade her around. Show his people how he’d used her.
“Get up, or you will find more time added to your punishment.”
Taylon’s eyes widened in fear. Punished again. She could not afford to spend that much time away from her sister. There was no one else to take care of Kylie.
That’s just an excuse. Would spending more time with him be so bad?
Yes. After being in his life for four weeks, how would she to return to Kylie? How could she search for a way off this world when she knew the pleasures available here?
“One of the slaves will direct you to the bath.”
“I don’t need to visit the baths.”
He turned toward the door. “Do not take too long, else I will be forced to fetch you.”
Else he would punish her more. The unspoken words hung in the air as he closed the door.
Bracken knew he was making excuses. Looking for ways to extend the length of her punishment. The rush of his own desire was new to him, the sensations strong. Naming an actual date that he would willingly give up these new feelings was out of the question. Hell, she should be clamoring to serve him instead of looking to get away.
“I hope the hellion last night was worth it,” a harsh masculine voice lashed out.
What the fuck? Bracken spun around, defenses up. How had he missed him? His senses were usually so heightened he could feel a threat from many rooms away.
“So was it as good as the look on your face says?” Rriodan inquired.
“No, she was horrible.” The lie slid off his tongue without a moment’s hesitation.
“Well, maybe I’ll just see for myself. She will be at the next Gathering?”
Not if he could help it. He was not done with her. Was that the only reason? It didn’t matter, it was reason enough.
“Is she still here? Maybe I can make her an offer she can’t refuse.” Rriodan looked at Bracken with a smug, teasing smile dripping from his lips.
The beast rose to the surface faster than Bracken could control. Muscles popped out along his arms and his body began to shift into the big cat. His hands morphed into long claws. He grabbed Rriodan’s arms and rammed him into the hard stone wall. The crack echoed through the empty hall. A normal human’s spine would have snapped from the impact.
“She is mine.” The need to rip out the flesh of Rriodan’s neck pulsed through him. The beast within warred with the man. Rriodan could not have her. She belonged to him. For now. Forever.
Forever. Where the hell had that come from? He couldn’t keep her, not unless she agreed. And even then she would eventually leave him when she aged and death took her from him.
If he truly wanted to be with her there were ways. Was it worth it?
It mattered little, she would never agree.
“Bracken… Bracken?” Rriodan almost yelled as he pulled away. All semblance of humor fled. “What manner of woman is this that enslaves you so?”
A quick burst of laughter escaped him. He had been enslaved. The lust his little captive inspired within him drowned out coherent thought. One taste of her and all he could imagine was sinking into her pulsing heat again. He could not even think about her without being aroused. Surely, four weeks of pounding into her would ease this aching madness.
Sounds of pleasure greeted him when he entered the dining chamber. Several of the women chosen last night lay sprawled on the feeding dishes. The dishes consisted of small metal trays shaped to cup a woman’s round ass, making her sex more accessible. Meals for their masters.
Those who had pleased their masters were seated at the table being fed small pieces of meat, fruit, and sugared bread. Would Taylon please him today? Would she grind her pussy on his face as she’d done last night? He took his place at the head table and waited.
Chapter Five
Taylon followed the small slave into the dining room, fighting the urge to cover herself with her hands. The muffled moans she heard did not pique her interest until the doors opened. There were twenty rectangular tables seating four to five men each, and on the tables in front of most of the men were women on their backs, legs spread. Several men had their faces planted between the women’s legs.
Her eyes darted around the room. Taylon tried to close her mouth. How? Why? It felt like her eyes would pop out. Her stomach turned to cast iron and fell. That rat. That snake. He should have told her the women not only ate their morning meals, they were the morning’s meal.
A slight touch at her arm urged Taylon forward to the hea
d table. She stared at the side of Bracken’s head until he turned to look at her. The man next to him also leaned forward.
It was that bastard from last night. Why was Bracken eating with Rriodan? He’d nearly killed him last night.
“Are you ready to take your place?” Bracken asked, indicating a metal dish on the table. Two slight indentions were grooved into the dish. That damn thing would push her pussy right up to his face. She would be spread open for everyone to see.
“I don’t think so.” She spun and bolted straight for the door. No longer concerned about her nakedness, she moved at top speed. Her hands touched the cool marble of the door. Freedom.
“Take another step and you will double your punishment time.”
Taylon stopped short. Eight weeks of being his sex slave, of him kissing, rubbing, fucking her day and night, at his every whim. Eight weeks. Her foot itched to move forward, her body urging her to incur the extra punishment. But Kylie counted on her.
“Come here.”
Turning around to follow his command, she noticed he hadn’t moved from his table. Jerk. As she walked across the stone floor the slurping, moaning, and other sounds stopped. Everyone was looking at her. Some of the women sniggered while other’s had faraway looks in their eyes. Those women likely had no clue as to what truly was happening to them. Those would be the virgins from last night. Women who were still under the bastard’s control. Fucking jerks. All of them. She would not be used this way. She would control her body. She would keep herself apart from what he was doing. She vowed not to repeat her mistakes of last night.
Her eyes shot daggers at him while she climbed on the table and slid into the cool metal plate. She vowed not to respond to his touch. She looked around the table and found several pairs of golden eyes staring back. Her heart beat so hard, it seemed like it would shoot from her chest. He was going to do this with all of them watching. She lifted her arms and slid them up to cover her breast.
“Look at me.”
Taylon pretended she hadn’t heard him. He pushed past her hands and pinched her. Pain seared her right nipple.
