Zawri paced the roomwith increasing agitation. Then a shadow caused her to whirl toward the doorway.
His black hair was pulled back with a band. The stubble on his face had grown longer over the passing days and made him look more lawless, but also more sexually appealing. Damn him.
The muscles in his bare chest flexed under her gaze.
“I’m not hungry.”
“Of course you are,” he said in an even tone.
“Well, I’m not eating,” she said, securing the linen wrap more firmly around her. She hated that she felt childish for refusing to eat. She simply could not stop herself from defying him.
“You’ll eat when I’m finished with you.”
Her gaze snapped up to his face. She took a step back. “I’m not eating until you release me. I’ll drink fluids and I’ll—”
“You’ll do what you’re told,” he said, tossing a thick leather strap on the bed.
She licked her lips and swallowed as a sharp wave of arousal hit her. She cursed herself for loving his looks and for craving an end to their fight. She turned her head away. A moment later, a hard jerk on the cloth pulled it free of its tie. It fluttered to the floor and he stepped on it.
“Look at me.”
She shook her head.
He caught her chin in a firm grip and forced her head up. “I’m going to punish you and force your body to submit to mine.”
She shuddered.
“And afterward you’re going to forgive me for what you’re telling yourself is a broken promise.”
She tried to pull back, but he grabbed her arm and kept her from backing away.
“No, beautiful. We’re going to settle this and put things back in order.”
“Let me go,” she snapped.
“No,” he said, dragging her to the bed. He put her over his lap easily and trapped her into being still by locking her arm against her upper back. He squeezed her buttocks. “I love this ass. I love spanking it. And I’m going to enjoy fucking it.”
“No!” she said, struggling.
He peppered her ass with hard spanks. In moments she was breathless, helpless to fight, helpless to resist the passion that immediately rose in her body. His clever fingers dipped down to her pussy, and he exhaled. She struggled again and tried to close her thighs, but his arm was too strong. Thick fingers pushed into the slick tunnel. She spasmed around his fingers, letting out a strangled cry of frustration.
“Still fighting me? Maybe your head is, but your body’s ready to give in. How good would it feel to spread your legs for me?”
She shook her head furiously.
He pulled his hand free, and moments later the leather strap whizzed down.
She screamed.
“Go on,” he said. “Let’s see which of us wears out first.”
* * *
The wicked strap struckher ass, raising a lovely pink welt. She stiffened with a small yelp. Dead realms, she was beautiful.
As she relaxed, Tok brought the strap down again twice. The hard smacks yielded two more pretty lines, and she screamed, trying to rise up. He pressed her back into position, pinning her more firmly. Then he slapped the bottom of each buttock where it met her thigh.
She arched, but then shuddered back down. Her soft body’s pressure made his cock throb painfully. He thrust a hand between her thighs and into the lovely barely concealed dewy petals. His cock jerked at finding her so moist and ready. Despite her soul’s resistance, her ripe body was bursting with a different need.
