He tried to push deeper, but her body resisted. He pulled out and spanked her ass, two stinging slaps to each side. “Stop fighting me.”
“I’m not,” she argued, voice sharper than she’d intended. “I’ve done everything you told me to do.”
He spanked her again, bringing his hand up between her legs after swatting each ass cheek again.
Incensed and beyond frustrated, Heather let out a muffled cry. She’d knelt here and let him fuck her when what she really wanted was to kick and scream. “I’m being good,” she protested.
“If I have to use lube, my cock is going up your ass. Is that what you want?”
“No,” she cried angrily. “I can’t help it if I don’t want you.” She grimaced as she heard her own words. There was no way he would allow that insult to slide. She had just bought herself more pain. “I’m sorry,” she tried, but she knew it was too late.
With a muffled curse, he got off the bed and yanked up his pants. He stormed over to the kitchen area and yanked open one of the cupboards. His body blocked her view of whatever he retrieved, and he kept it tucked against his thigh as he returned to the bed.
“I’m sorry,” she said again, more urgently this time. “I’ll stop resisting. Please, don’t take me like that.”
He grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her head down as he returned to the bed behind her. “You’ve doubtlessly heard ofeffoselroot. I’m sure you’ve eaten plenty of it. What you might not know unless you’ve prepared theeffoselyourself is that the peel can be a skin irritant. Rather like ginger back on Earth,effoselproduces stronger sensations when inserted into vulnerable openings.”
She shook her head, trying to lift her shoulders so she could see him. He held her down with his grip on the back of her neck. “I’ll respond to you. Please, no more pain.”
“Give me a hand,” Patrick said to Gabriel and a moment later her bottom cheeks were pulled apart.
Heather bucked and twisted. She tried to kick, but the males easily controlled her struggles. Something blunt but rough pushed into her bottom. The object wasn’t very thick, but it must have been long because Patrick drove it well into her back passage.
“When bad girls resist their masters, they receive only pain. Good girls surrender sweetly and are allowed to come.” He pulled theeffoselroot nearly out and then shoved it back in.
Heat and stinging sensations erupted as the invading object moved. She cried out and tried to buck again, but one of the males spanked her hard.
“Be still and accept your discipline or my cock will fill you next,” Patrick warned.
She clutched at the bedding and gritted her teeth. They were no longer holding her open, but they were holding her down. Patrick slid the root in and out, triggering a burning wave of discomfort with each rotation. Tingling pain washed over her in waves. She gradually stopped struggling and breathed through each stinging surge.
As she adjusted to the stimulation, other sensations began to develop. Her core ached, fluttering needfully as the root slid in and out. Her nipples tightened and her clit twitched. Once again, Patrick’s cruel treatment was arousing her traitorous body.
“You’re getting wet,” Patrick noted with a chuckle. He continued to fuck her with the root as he crawled closer. “I thought this might work, but you’re responding much faster than Ianticipated.” He found her entrance with his cock and pushed inside. “Does it burn, sweet slave?”
She opened for him, her wetness easing his way inside. When she’d taken half his length, he paused and fucked her faster with theeffosel. Stinging heat exploded in her ass and Heather cried out.
“That’s for making me wait.”
His entire length filled her as he drew theeffoselall the way out.Thank God, she thought, but her relief was premature. He pushed the root back into her bottom as he pulled his hips back. The burning sting erupted each time he slid the root inside her and his cock felt huge in her core. She held perfectly still and tried to hide from the sensations bombarding her body. Pain, fullness, and motion combined in a staggering storm. She hovered on the brink of orgasm, but he was careful not to push her over.
“Good girls welcome their masters with a wet pussy and open legs.” He pounded into her now, cock andeffoselmoving as one. “Come for your master.” Patrick reached around her hip and found her clit, pinching the sensitive nub just hard enough to trigger her orgasm.
Heather screamed as sensations blasted through her. Her core pulsed around his surging cock and her bottom tightened around theeffoselroot, which intensified the sting. She cried out again as pain erupted along her back passage. Her cries and struggles only urged him onward.
He quickly withdrew the root and tossed it aside. Then his cock filled her again and again. He fucked her fast and hard, forcing her to take his entire length with each brutal thrust. She fistedthe covers and tried to distance her mind from her body. His strong hands gripped her hips, and the surging penetration of his cock made her efforts nearly impossible. Still, she would not allow him to victimize her.
His movements slowed and one of his hands slipped between her thighs. “I like my slaves wild and willing. Not silent and resentful.” His fingers found her clit and began to circle as he resumed his powerful thrusts.
Heather wiggled, trying to avoid his unwanted caress. She would not enjoy this, refused to give him the satisfaction of making her come again. But his touch was skillful and persistent, and the forceful motion of his cock was far more evocative than she was willing to admit.
“Come for me, slave.” He lightly pinched her clit. “Come right now.”
The second pinch was harder, and despite her determination to resist, Heather’s body obeyed. An orgasm tore through her with enough force to drag a frustrated scream from her throat. She shook as her core clenched and released, gripping his cock as it continued to thrust deep inside her. She was still floating in orgasmic euphoria when he pulled out and came on her back. She collapsed onto her stomach, dazed and overwhelmed.
Why did they have to use pleasure to punish her? It was so damn confusing.
“You did well,” Patrick offered begrudgingly. “Perhaps tomorrow you will surrender without so much pain.” Without giving her time to respond, he righted his clothing and left the cottage.
