His hand shoved her chest back down against the desk.
“You can punish me later,” she said, gasping at a particularly deep thrust. “But Mels—”
“Quiet,” Evston said, slapping her sore ass.
She squawked and then bit her lip.
“Raise your pretty tail for your master. I’m gonna fuck you deep.”
Her belly clenched, desperate for him to do just that. Her legs shook as she pressed up onto her toes, granting him the access he demanded.
With every hard, deep thrust, he struck something in her core, making her womb contract and leaving her frantic for release.
“Please,” she begged when she was close.
He slid deep inside and paused. “Are you going to be a good girl from now on?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, swiveling her hips and pushing her swollen buttocks back against him. She needed more, just a little more.
“Are you going to obey me?”
“Yes.”
He reached around and stroked her clit until she came, shrieking. Then he pumped into her, filling her with his seed.
Chapter Twenty-One
Evston smuggled Brandeback into the castle and told her she would live as a pet for five days as punishment for her recklessness. She had protested the plan, though deep down she wasn’t sorry to be in his company again. She enjoyed being near him, much to her chagrin.
At the moment, she sat in the center of the upstairs bed, chained by a collar to a ring on the wall, nibbling on a cake that Melsint had brought her.
Melsint sat on the edge of the bed, chatting cheerfully. Then a throat cleared, causing them to both jerk guiltily.
“Oh, my lord, I didn’t hear you,” Mels said, scurrying to the door.
“Clearly,” Evston said, giving her bottom a swat as she passed him.
