Alpha Siege (Omega Mates #1) - Pearl Tate Page 0,52
agreed to this. And personally, the sooner I get it over with, the better. I just want to get back to discussing their captive. My mind’s in turmoil as I try to figure out how in the world I could talk to the prisoner with no one else around. The idea that Kaneer will let me talk to another man… without him? Impossible.
As soon as I’m within arm’s reach, he snags my wrist, yanking me over his legs. He’s so big that I’m on my tippy toes. When he widens his stance, I can no longer touch the floor.
Both his hands are hanging on to me, but one is already rubbing across my ass, dipping between my legs. “Yes, little one. You need to learn to obey me. You don’t want me to have to give you a punishment and not be able to reward you after. By all rights, I shouldn’t be allowing you to enjoy this. At all.”
Letting out a needy moan that has his cock beneath my stomach prodding at me incessantly, I wait for him to begin. The sooner the better because the anticipation is killing me. I know that he’s trying to engage me in conversation, probably to make me admit I deserve this or something, but I refuse to agree or discuss it while I’m splayed across his lap like a child.
I’ve never been considered inferior like I am here on this planet. Never before have I been with anyone that I was subservient to. In fact, most of the men I’ve dated have been blue-collar workers with less education than me. It’s not something that I ever planned, but it just seems to be the way it worked out.
Abruptly, his palm lands down on one of my ass cheeks. The burn spreads from the impact as I’m jolted and rocked forward. Biting my lip, I stifle the urge to cry out. The blows continue, raining down in a circular pattern around my butt, occasionally hitting my crotch and sending a jolt of need so powerful a squeal inevitably escapes.
I lose count of the smacks as he continues until I finally begin moaning, swaying my body in the motion of his slaps. At least I’m not trying to put my hands in the way, and despite the pain, I can feel the slick wetness between my legs. Halting abruptly, his hand dips between my thighs, and I almost spring from his lap as he spears me with two of his fingers. I’m so close to coming right then, tightening around him in a bid for more.
His chuckle rumbles through my body as he withdraws, but he satisfies my neediness by sliding his fingers forward and circling them around my swollen clit. It’s heaven and hell as my ass burns and my clit tingles. I can’t tell exactly what he does, but suddenly his thumb slides inside me at the same time as his fingers continue to circle my clit and the fireworks behind my eyes explode. Crying out much louder than any of the blows inspired, I relax and enjoy the pulsing climax as my entire body shutters, tingling with sensitivity.
His hands are everywhere as he continues to thrust inside me, pulling my hair to the side and leaning down to whisper hotly in my ear. “Now little one, I hope you understand who controls your body. From where you go… to when you come, that will always be me. I am your male and your master, and you’ll always belong to me.”
And you know what? He’s right. He’s playing my body like his own personal instrument… no, symphony. His words send a shiver of apprehension through my body as I think about where I’ve come from. Is it wrong to want to stay? He’s just so… compelling.
Everything has changed so much since I’ve been here. And not just my outlook on things either. Something must’ve been done to my body to make me feel this way. If you consider the scar on my scalp, it’s easy to assume that my body, from my hormones to my brain, has been tampered with. After all, I can understand his strange language. It definitely isn’t English.
No, for whatever reason, I, along with all the other women that were in that spacecraft, were sent here. Probably for a purpose. Even though my body was thrown into their species’ heat, I refuse to believe I’m only here to get pregnant. After all, it’s not like they don’t have