“Good…”
“I’m sorry you suck at leading,” I say. “I mean you got your entire landing party killed, and today we could have all died as well. Following you is practically a suicide wish.”
The second I say it, I know I’ve gone too far.
Ah, fuck. I never knew what it looked like to hurt a dangerous psychopath’s feelings. Except he’s not a psychopath, because he has feelings, and not rage.
“Perhaps you are correct,” Drako says grimly. “But you do not have any other options, unless you want to make your own way.”
I feel sick to my stomach. I hate hurting people’s feelings like this. Sometimes I try to hurt them on purpose, but that is very different. That’s intentional, and feels good. What doesn’t feel good is accidentally by mistake fucking someone up. I look over at Thor in the hopes that he can help. He’s more diplomatic than I am.
“She wasn’t trying to hurt you. She was trying to get her ass whipped,” Thor says. “You were the one who noticed we were on the horde. We could have just kept walking until one of them woke up and then we’d have been snapped up. And I’ve got a pack full of food that I’m going to cook up right now.”
“I’ll build a fire,” I say.
I scurry away to get dry leaves and sticks for kindling. I am glad for the task. I don’t even want to look at Drako right now. Goddamn it, what the fuck is an evil Vikar jarl doing being sensitive about his leadership skills?
I set the fire up and then I help Thor prepare the food.
“I need to speak to her,” Drako says to him. He doesn’t ask to talk to me. He tells Thor that he’s taking me. Because to Drako, I’m a possession they swap between them. Fucker.
“Sure,” Thor says.
“Sure? What do you mean sure?” I make scandalized sounds that don’t have nearly the impact they should have.
“C’mere,” Drako says, pulling me away by the collar. The day is starting to turn to the golden twilight hour. We stand a little bit away from camp, surrounded by bushes and such. It’s not exactly private, but it’s more private than it would otherwise be.
“If you had said something like that to me when I was jarl, I would have whipped you until you cried,” he says. “The disrespect would not have been tolerated. You would have felt the pain of my punishment for days. Is that what you want?”
“No?” I squeak the response. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said the stuff about you getting everyone eaten. It’s really hard to stop everyone getting eaten sometimes, especially when you’re trying to do a fire and blood ritual.”
“You can’t help it. Even when you’re trying to be good and nice, you sound like a snarky little brat. It’s like every word out of your mouth is begging for being ruthlessly dominated.”
“Well…”
The world spins. He’s gripped me, tripped me, and he has me pinned on my back in the dirt. I could call for help right now, but I don’t. I stay where I am, underneath the dark, brooding jarl. I meet his eyes and feel a spark of connection between us. I wouldn’t have said I had anything in common with a merciless barbarian chief, but goddammit, sometimes it feels like the same heart beats inside us.
“You want me to make you feel small again? You want me to remind you how small and soft you are? I can do that.” His thigh spreads mine, and I feel the muscular ridge of his leg pressingagainst my pussy. Sometimes a little pressure and friction is more erotic than a whole actual romance.
“You want me to remind you that you follow me because I say you do? That there’s no way you’ll ever be in command because I am going to keep you soft, and small, and submissive? I’m going to use you as a sheath for my cock,” he tells me. “I’m going to show you what you’re for, and you’re going to remember where you stand.”
He pulls at my pants, getting them down my thighs and then off one leg.
He is rock fucking hard, and he pulls me down on it in one rough thrust. The only foreplay I got was being thrown around, and though I get wet as hell with his proximity, my pussy still struggles to take him when he thrusts himself deep inside me.
“Shhh,” he growls as I whine in pain. “This is what you get for being a naughty, mouthy girl. You get fucked nice and hard.”
He ruts me like an animal, fucking me hard and fast, pounding my pussy with so much intensity I cry out and have to be silenced with his kisses.
“I know it hurts,” he snarls at me as he pounds me deep and hard, my pussy getting wetter with every punishing thrust. “It’s supposed to. I am going to make this little cunt of yours remember what your mind refuses to: I am the fucking monster you fear, and for good reason.”
Just like that, I am absolutely fucking soaked.
He chuckles darkly as he feels me engulf his cock with my juices.
“You love this,” he says. “You can’t even be effectively punished because you enjoy it too much.”
A few seconds after those words leave his lips, I am coming on his cock. I can’t help myself. I come, and he fucks me through it, because my orgasm doesn’t signal the end of this session.
