Sweat pooling between his chest and my back.
Our fluids mixed.
And then, setting his teeth to my shoulder, he marked me. Pinching the muscle where any might see it and know what it meant.
That I’d been bred from the back.
Fucked raw by my enemy.
“Your cunt is mine,” he said, and kneaded my breast, catching one beaded nipple between forefinger and thumb. Twisting until I moaned, squirming and sliding around his girth. “Mine to mark.” Hips still pumping, he lingered. Taking lewd pleasure in the mess of bitter cream seeping around his base. “Mine to fill. To punish and spoil.All mine.”
A hitching breath stuttered into my lungs, but that was all.
“I should make you lick it clean,” he murmured, beard rasping against my cheek. My ear. A gentle caress before his voice grew hard and he withdrew in a rush that left me reeling, scrambling for an anchor. “But you’re due at the general’s manse. Lucky you.”
My supporting leg turned to water, and I crumpled. Boneless. Nearly sinking to the floor before my hips took the bulk of my weight and I hung from the edge of the mattress. Reddened bottom on full, indecent display. Dripping,throbbing. Unable to really comprehend what he’d said, to decipher the bitter spite lashing against my back.
“Mmm,” he groaned, and slipped two fingers back inside. Playing in the mess, he spread his fingers and pried my passage open.
Made me gape.
A flood of wetness seeped out.
“Nowthat’sa pretty picture,” he said, smearing himself all over my mound. His thumb pressing against the tight ring of muscle that guarded my ass. Prodding without penetrating.
I hadn’t even the strength to muster a protest.
“Get up,” he said, and, tone shifting to an unmistakable order, he abandoned me with a hard slap on the ass. Fingers leaving me to gush and drip in his absence. “You’re to spend the day training with Sasha.”
I blinked.
Exhaled.
Still twitching around the phantom stretch and wriggle moving behind my pelvic bone.
Something wet splattered against the carpet, and I blushed. Heat searing my cheeks enough to motivate me to move.
Crawling, I lifted myself. Turned, and sat on the edge of the mattress, no doubt leaving a mess on the sheets beneath my nudity. A mess Beau would be around to straighten before night fell. Dizzy as I heard him rummaging through his closet. Unseen, only to return fully dressed, if a little rumpled. Over his left forearm, a length of now familiar black silks, edged in gold.
I swallowed, unable to meet his eye. Both hands gripping the mattress at my hips, I focused instead on remaining upright. On giving him nothing more to hold over me.
Unfolding the silks with a snap of his wrist, he draped the complicated wrap around my shoulders and twisted. A different iteration on what I’d been wearing the day before, he gave me both modesty and left me feeling utterly exposed.
He pulled me to my feet, grinning when I wobbled. When he had to keep me stable until I had both knees locked and I could stand without him. “Come,” he said, and those dark eyes grew tight with tension once more.
I took one step, thighs gliding together with the slippery gush oozing from my bruised and swollen pussy.
A humorless huff of air crossed my lips, and I turned in a swirl of dark silk. Chin held high, I headed straight for the en suit bathroom.
“And where,” he asked, pacing at my side, “do you think you’re going, hmm?”
“To scourge your filth off me.”
Another quick, predatory grin flicked across his lips, and he said, simply, “No,” and steered me toward the exit.
Feet braced, I tried to stop. “Asher—”
“You’re going to the general’s manse,” he said, and his fingers found their grip on the back of my neck. His lips ghosting against my ear. “And you’re going to do it withmycome dripping from that tight cunt,” he whispered. “All day long. If you think you can throw yourself at the general in some misguided attempt to escape, you can do it reeking of sour, used pussy.”
