Tears trailed down her cheeks, and her throat was so tense she couldn’t speak so she nodded.
“Not good enough,” he snapped. “Answer me.”
“Yes, Master. I understand.”
He moved closer, his gaze boring into hers. “Then take out my cock and offer me the use of your lying mouth.”
The wise move was to cooperate. Heather knew that, but she couldn’t make herself obey. “I never lied to you, Patrick. I never?—”
“Youdo nothave permission to use my name,” he snapped angrily. “I am your master. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master.” She lowered her gaze, and her entire body began to tremble. “I agree that I deserve punishment, but I don’t want?—”
His harsh laugh cut off her words as he dragged her to her feet. Pulling her with him, he strode across the room and sat downon one of the chairs near the fireplace. “No one gave a shit about what I wanted, and that includes you. What you want is irrelevant. You are no longer in control. I am.”
With a few forceful motions, he positioned her face down over his lap and drew her arms to the small of her back. Heather kicked and twisted, but her struggles accomplished nothing. He trapped her legs between his, effortlessly holding her in place.
His free hand smacked her squirming bottom, delivering a stinging slap to one side and then the other. “If I want to fuck your mouth, you get on your knees and part your lips.” His hand fell again, slapping her cheeks even harder than before.
Everything within Heather objected to his words. Being claimed, submitting her body to dominant males had been inescapable since being dropped on this horrible planet. But what Patrick described wasn’t sex, it wasn’t mating. It was a cruel form of subjugation. “I didn’t enslave you,” she cried, anger sharpening her tone.
He didn’t respond with words. He just spanked her fast and hard to illustrate his displeasure.
Heather’s cheeks throbbed and unwanted tension coiled through her core. Her clit twitched and her pussy felt heavy and hot. God in heaven, was she getting wet?
“If I want to fuck your pussy,” he persisted, voice low and growling, “you’ll open your legs and lift your hips.” He accented the hateful claim with a flurry of hard spanks.
Humiliated and confused, Heather fought against the need rapidly building inside her. She didn’t understand what had triggered the reaction. She’d never been turned on by pain before. But this was more than just physical discomfort. Shewas naked and at the mercy of a male she’d been attracted to for years. He’d flirted and teased, gradually earning her trust in an effort to gain her cooperation. She’d liked Patrick from the start and couldn’t resist the instinctive pull of his magnetic personality.
Heather continued to struggle. She tugged against his hand, arching and twisting to avoid his stinging slaps. “I’ll work for you,” she insisted. “I’ll do dishes and wash your clothes. I’ll do medical research or whatever, but I won’t be your whore.”
“It’s not your choice, slave.” He suddenly released her legs and drew her thighs apart. His fingertips traced her slit, then pushed inside her aching core. “If you’re not my whore then why is your cunt so wet?”
Before she could answer, he slapped her vulnerable folds. Heather gasped, then moaned as the initial flash of pain gave way to tingling heat. There was no denying the reaction of her traitorous body. Patrick was acting like a caveman, but she was about to orgasm. He spanked her again, and this time his fingers lingered, teasing and arousing her.
Heather squirmed helplessly, more afraid of her reactions than the male restraining her.
“This pussy belongs to me now.” Patrick insisted as he stroked her wet flesh. “I’ll play with it whenever I like.” He circled her opening several times then slowly penetrated her center. “If I want to fuck you, I’ll fuck you. And if I tell you to come, you’ll come.” He coated his fingers with her juices then caressed her clit. “You have no choice because you’re no longer in control.”
Heather emptied her mind, trying to distance herself from his skillful touches. But he clearly knew how to stimulate a female,and he was determined to arouse her. Despite her mental effort, her body softened and stirred. Her inner muscles clenched and rippled, eager for something to squeeze.
“If you resist pleasure, I will simply switch back to pain.”
The hardest slap yet connected with her pussy and Heather screamed. “Stop! Just stop it!”
He abandoned her clit and fucked into her with two of his fingers. “Those words never worked for me.” His hand shuttled between her thighs, driving his fingers into her pussy again and again. “Did you stop when I asked you to stop?”
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I should have stopped.”
His fingers withdrew and he pulled her up off his lap. None too gently, he spread his legs and urged her onto her knees. Heather watched in dread as he unzipped his pants and drew out his long, hard cock.
“Willingly suck my cock or endure my belt while a plug stretches your ass. The choice is yours.”
She covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head. A fresh rush of tears spilled from her eyes as she considered her options. Both choices were designed to humiliate her, but giving him head would be a lot less painful. “I never treated you like a whore,” she objected from behind her hand.
“You didn’t, but others did. And your refusal to help us escape allowed the abuse to continue.”
Emboldened by his words, she lowered her hand and met his gaze. “Doesn’t treating me the way you were treated make you one ofthem?”
