Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,47

breath started to labor, because he knew how to make it hurt as well. However, between hits, he would rub both buttocks, kneading firmly to make her shudder, writhe, then force herself to stillness when he hit again, a reproof for her movement.

“Legs spread out more, lass. Your Master wants to see your pussy cream.”

Niall didn’t help her, not obviously, for that awkward wriggle was part of the punishment. Then he was at it again. Evan’s nostrils flared, taking in her arousal. Trained to please, to perform . . . Her mind was doing something different, though, something unexpected. Her head dropped lower to the ground, and the gasps became harsher. She wasn’t rising up to Niall’s hand; she was bearing down, as if she was trying to grip his leg with her body, hold on to an anchor in a world that was starting to spin too fast.

Her arousal was building so fast, already stoked from the earlier marking, the way they’d touched her but not allowed her a release. That spin was uncontrolled, a hazy, disorienting world.

Evan’s eyes narrowed, watching her come apart. Her pussy was wet and getting wetter, but her fingers were in tight balls on the ground, her hair falling forward over her face. Her breathing was hitching in her throat, close to a sob. Niall hit her twice more, but his servant was keyed into it as well.

Something’s wrong.

Yes. Bring her to climax. Hard and fast. Give her no choice, no time to think. Let’s see if we can bring it to a head.

Three more flat-handed strokes, her white buttocks now rosy with his handprints, and then Niall stroked through her wet folds, three fingers pushing into her pussy like a cock, working and teasing the walls within as his thumb found her clit. He clamped down on it, squeezed and worried it. Alanna’s cry broke forth as if it had ripped a strip from her heart.

“Noooo . . . no, please . . .”

Evan was sure she wasn’t even aware of what she was saying as the climax tore through her, her body well used to obeying skilled physical manipulation. But the heart and soul couldn’t be trained, and they’d been sorely treated, too fragile to handle an assault like this. As the climax shuddered through her, her forehead was pressed to the earth next to her closed fists. He knew she was crying, trying to hide it, her mind a maelstrom of things she couldn’t understand. She’d been tortured by her former Master, was facing the possibility of death with every breath she took, trying to understand her new Master and his servant in ways far beyond her depth . . .

She couldn’t hold a lock on her emotions in the face of a powerful orgasm. Confused and frightened, she rode a tide of harsh emotional response that blasted through the wall of her training. The aftermath left her aching, throbbing with need. All alone.

I truly am ruined. Broken. Dark emptiness closed over her mind.

Niall had turned her in his arms, was trying to cradle her, but Evan wasn’t surprised to see her struggling to get out of his arms.

Let her go, Niall. She needs to breathe.

He didn’t want to do it, his arms reflexively tightening. Niall.

With an oath, Niall let her go, though it wasn’t from his sharp directive. The Scot knew Evan was right.

Stumbling a few feet away, she fell hard to her knees because the pants still hobbled her. Bending over, she folded her arms across her stomach, began to heave.

Niall . . .

The Scot was already there, scooping her hair out of her face as she retched into the grass. She put shaking fingers down, tenting them to hold herself when it was done. She was shivering, her eyes glassy, lips wet with her stomach’s refusal to accept any of this.

“I apologize, Master,” she gasped. “I . . . will do better.”

In her mind, he saw she had no idea how she was going to manage it. It was just the only thing she knew to say.

Don’t comfort her, Niall. That will make it worse. He opened the link between the two servants’ minds so his hardheaded servant could see it. She was like glass. The least pressure was going to break her. There will be time to comfort later.

“You didn’t displease me, Alanna,” Evan said evenly. When her head came up, brown eyes staring at him, he nodded, let her see it in his calm expression. “Put