He resumed the strapping of her gorgeous globes, the crisp, snapping sound punctuating his dominance of her body and mind.
Her screams gave way to sobs, until all the frustration seemed to gush from her like a waterfall.
The pause between the blows lengthened as her head hung in submission and her shoulders shook from the force of her crying.
“I know,” he said, tossing the strap aside and lifting her. He hugged her briefly then put her in the corner with her back to him. “Stand there.”
She started to move, but his hands held her in place.
“Stay or I’ll spank you again.”
* * *
Zawri put her foreheadagainst the wall, crying noisily. His palms rested on her flaming globes and squeezed slowly.
“I know.” His hand snaked around her waist and down to her pussy. He teased her clit for several excruciating moments while she cried. Eventually her traitorous body pushed back against him.
He shoved his skin pants down and entered her pussy in one long thrust. She rested her head against her forearm and cried as he fucked her slowly and thoroughly. His hand on her clit made it impossible to resist his body’s seduction of hers.
“Yes,” he husked in her ear as she came, fluid coating his cock and fingers. “Come for me. Make me come inside you.” His breathing increased and then he groaned out his pleasure, thrusting deep and jetting his seed into her.
Harsh panting breaths came from both of them. Then he pulled out. “Stay there.”
Her body shook from the effort of standing still, her wounded buttocks still searing from the whip marks, his seed dripping from her tingling pussy to coat her slim thighs.
Confused tears spilled over her lashes as cool air licked her naked body, positioned in perfect chastisement.
From several feet away, his deep voice said, “You can’t starve yourself to hurt me. I won’t let you do that.”
“It should be up to me whether I eat,” she said, choking on tears.
“Maybe, but I still won’t let you.”
“I just don’t feel like eating! I’m too upset.”
She felt his body against her back, one arm circling her waist, the other covering her arm, his fingers closing over her fist.
“I couldn’t carry out a promise that would’ve meant killing an innocent man. You wouldn’t want that. Deep down you don’t want me to be that kind of bastard.”
Tears filled her eyes again, and she shook her head. “You could’ve moved her. You could’ve hidden her from him. No one knows more places than a Macon hunter,” she accused.
“His eyes were already on her. And I heard the meaning behind the things he said. It wouldn’t have mattered if I’d managed to move her. He wouldn’t stop looking for her. No matter what.”
She stepped farther into the corner, trying to escape him and men like him who would never just let go.
“Lie over the end of the bed. Let me fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked tonight.”
She sobbed softly into her hands. “I’m so angry at you!”
He turned her in his arms and held her against him while she cried. “Give in. You can’t win this fight. And you know it’s wrong to try. Larsinc could’ve died in the Wilds. You’re lucky you don’t have to live with that. Thank fate that you get a chance to atone. And that she does.”
She slapped her hands against his chest and tried to push him away. “We wouldn’t have had to if it weren’t for fucking men like you. Men who think they should just be able to take what they want. Wanting something doesn’t give you the right to it!”
“I know. Thankfully your actions took care of that for me. You gave me the right, handmaiden.”
She cursed in frustration and tried to shove her way past him.
He exhaled and dumped her over the end of the bed.
