“Fuck!”Her hands rose to his, futilely attempting to claw at his grip.
“Say it,” he demanded.
The gravelly tone of his voice suggested a wrath he didn’t feel, but Kronos also knew he couldn’t allow her allure to blind him.There were rules, and he’d already made the first one clear.He was her master, and she would refer to him as such.It was a mark of respect he merited.
“Master.”She forced the word out; her body twisting to try and negate the electricity his fingers were igniting at her scalp.
Gazing at her helpless body, his cock stirred again.“Tell me again, but this time, address me correctly.”
Her head lowered as far as his hand allowed, her lips still gasping for what she presumed was the oxygen in the air.Of course, the mortal still required the gas to survive, but in Kronos’ realm, everything she needed was present without the atmosphere found on Earth.His magic ensured her every requirement was met.
“I… I don’t know how to do this...Master.”Her expression was mournful when she finally ceded.
Fingers relaxing in her tresses, he slid his thumb along the heated skin of her cheek.Her face was still redder than her backside, though he sensed he would remedy that imbalance before too long.
“Areyou angry and confused?”He slowed his pace, relishing the touch of her soft flesh.
“Yes, Master.”
The word appeared to come more easily to her that time, suggesting, like all of the others before her, she responded more positively to his praise than to his punishments.
“Do you want to share those emotions?”He offered her the chance to offload if she chose to, but he accepted he could not coerce emotion from her.Motioning to her hands, which had fallen between them, he went on.“Beat your fists against my chest if it appeases you.”
Blinking away the fresh tears in her eyes, her brow arched as though she’d misheard him.“Are you telling me to hit you, Master?”
His lips twitched at her disbelieving tone.“As a somatic exercise to help you release your anger and fear, yes.”His hand fell to hers, skimming over her much smaller digits.“You can do me no real damage, little one.”
“But I must still stay here and be like this.”She gestured to her stunning body.
“Oh, yes.”
He couldn’t conceal his fervor that time, but her scathing tone was unwelcome.He should have punished her insolence, yet every sinew of his being told him to hold back, to give her the outlet she required, and to make the most of the time with her.Soon, she would need to sleep again, and Kronos would lose her to the weight of her dreams.She would also need nourishment and, he assumed, the use of his facilities.Too many demands would tear them from the moment, so he intended to make the most of every second.
“There will be no clothes in your near future, Miss Malmon.”
The sound of her name seemed to catch her off-guard.“So, that’s it, then?I’m just yours to keep here naked, Master?”
Indignation brimmed in her tone, and he wished she had chosen to beat her delicate fists against him.The bursts of violence were far less likely to provoke another penalty, whereas her unimpressed voice simply begged for more punishment.
“That’s right.”His hand rose to her thigh, the ends of his fingers drawing circles over her sensitive flesh.Beneath the fabric covering his cock, the organ swelled “You’re mine, little one, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Chapter Seventeen
Kristina
What was happening to her?
Staring into Kronos’ mesmerizing eyes, the query bounced around Kris’ mind.She was completely naked and painfully aware of how close she was to the flimsy towel covering him.She should have been fighting him off, or struggling to be free at least, yet what was she doing?Gazing into his fucking eyes like he was her lover.
She clenched the muscles between her legs, conscious that, despite everything, she would have been more than happy to take him to bed.Even after everything he’d done to her.She’d been searching for a man who could make a tangible impression on her life, and then, in the blur of an attack on the freezing street she lived on, the answer had revealed himself.But instead of taking her in his arms, Kronos had taken her for himself.
Her gaze lowered to watch his long fingers tracing circles on her upper thigh.She suppressed the shiver that threatened to rise at the intimate gesture.He had no right to touch her there, but then, he had no right to inflict any of the predicament on her, but there she was, hypnotized by his tender caresses.
Worse, the bugger actually had the temerity to spank her, her smarting skin a constant reminder whenever she squirmed.She should have fought him off, should never have permitted the outrageous deed, but then, how could she have stopped him?How could a woman who lived on one decent meal a day have any chance against a wall of muscle like Kronos?
Her throat dried at the thought of him, and staring at his muscular frame, she was disconcerted to realize that same unnerving sense of tranquility that had haunted her early minutes alone in the cell washed over her again.It wasn’t logical to be calm in the face of such adversity, but somehow, in the pit of her churning stomach, she knew that she would be all right.
That’s crazy!He just spanked me!
