I am glad for the bindings on my arms. They’re the only things stopping me from slumping over. My hips are aching from working back and forth over the device between my legs. My clit is perpetually tingling, as if the machine was operating continuously.
“I hate you,” I complain through gritted teeth.
“I am sure you do,” Kronos replies, unmoved. “You always did dislike being really disciplined. You always thought you deserved to be able to do whatever you felt like doing. It’s been a point of contention from the very first moment we met, and I imagine it will remain so. Again.”
“Fuck!” I curse at the top of my lungs. I do not know how many times the human body was designed to orgasm, but I can tell you the answer is not this many. The sensitivity is still increasing, as is the ache. I don’t know how much more I can take. I feel as though I have been running a sexual marathon, and I am near collapsing from exhaustion.
He crouches down in front of me, tipping my flushed face up toward him with one finger under my chin. I look into his brilliant eyes, and feel how small I am compared to him.
“I enjoy this,” he says, his words sending a chill through to the core of me. “You frustrate Sharp, because as harsh as he might appear, he has always had a soft spot for you. Boss appreciates your spirit. It reminds him of his home. But when I look at you, pet, I see a little animal begging to be broken. I know why you do what you do, why you tease, why you test, why you always put yourself in harm’s way. You probably wiped your memory yourself in the hopes of avoiding the reckoning you had coming. But I have no intention of letting you get away with anything. Ever.”
I whimper, my lower lip trembling, tears filling my eyes because I am so confused and so sore and so fucking aroused, and the way he is speaking to me is making me crave the very mercy he says he will never show me.
“Again,” he says smoothly, and I arch and scream as the most intense stimulation yet arcs through me, turning my clit into a conduit of his alien energy. I writhe against my bonds, the sounds I am making utterly incoherent as I am forced to do as he wishes me to.
He grips a thick handful of my hair and tips my head back, his lips close to my ear.
“I am going to let you go now,” he growls. “But I promise you, one little bit of attitude, one incident of disobedience or disrespect, and you will find yourself back here again, suffering through pleasure. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I gasp.
He starts to loosen the ties around my wrists. As I slump out of place, I collapse off the device, and onto the floor. It is soaked in my juices, just like he said it would be.
My eyes are half open as he walks around me, not helping me up, not cleaning the juices from me, not showing me any kindness at all. He leaves me lying in the filth of my orgasms. I watch as his boots retreat and the door to the room closes behind him.
I fall asleep for a while, or pass out. I don’t know the difference. When I open my eyes again, I am aware of the entirety of my vulva throbbing as if it is recovering from a beating. I am thirsty as hell. My mouth feels dry, and my throat is the kind of sore you get when you’ve been talking or rather, screaming for too long.
I have been erotically worked over, head to toe, and I am feeling immensely sorry for myself as a result.
When the door opens, I stand up. Too fast. I feel myself sway, and if not for the barbarian’s big hand wrapping around my upper arm, I probably would have fallen back down again.
He doesn’t say anything nice. Doesn’t sayeasy there, orsteady on, or anything else that would indicate he cares. I guess he cares because he didn’t let me actually smack my head open on the ship’s floor, but that’s probably only because it would stop me from being so available.
While I sway in his grasp, he wraps something around my neck. Feels like a cross between fabric, rubber, and light metal. Whatever it is, it snugs against my throat and grips firmly. It doesn’t cut off my breathing or anything, but it’s definitely noticeable.
“This has the same technology as what you had between your legs,” he tells me. “I can link with it whenever I need to, and it will hurt if I decide it should. Do you understand?”
I nod, and make a meek little noise of assent. I want to get to Sharp, or Boss. I hate what Kronos has done to me, how small he has made me feel. I can’t stop thinking about what he said to me about enjoying punishing me. I felt his enjoyment too. He was taking real sadistic pleasure in the whole procedure.
“Good,” he says. “Now come with me.”
He links a finger in the collar and gives me a tug to get me moving after him. I follow in his wake, feeling sore and punished and owned in a way that he wants me to feel owned.
“Are you tired, pet?”
He asks the question as he leads me into his room. Unlike the others, this one is decorated. It is rife with weaponry, coveringalmost every single wall. He doesn’t really need them. His offensive power is electric, like a god. But I think he likes them.
I am ready to collapse. The bed looks amazing, just a big dark soft place to rest my flesh.
“You’re going to sleep on the floor beside my bed,” he says. “On the floor. Like the animal you are.”
I look at him with wide eyes, but he is determined. He picks up a pillow from the bed and tosses it down on the floor.
“That’s where you sleep,” he says. “That’s all you’ve earned. If you ever manage to behave yourself, maybe you’ll sleep in a bed again. For now, you’re an untamed animal, and you’ll be treated like one.”
CHAPTER 5
Ispend an uncomfortable and shameful night on the floor. My pussy and ass ache, my clit throbs like it might never be the same, and there’s not so much as a blanket to comfort myself with.
