The wince that left her lips as her tender ass skimmed the hard seat was reflexive, and she instantly regretted the deed, her lament growing when she saw his conceited acknowledgement of her discomfort.
“Is your bottom sore, little one?”Folding his enormous arms across his chest, he arched a brow at her.
“I’m fine, thank you,” she retorted, loathing his smug inquiry.
Of course her ass was sore.He was the bastard who’d chastened her, so he, of all people, should have known that.Sitting there, she could hardly believe she’d been flung over the seat she was perched on, but then, little of what had happened since she woke up in the white room made any sense.
“Watch that tone with me,” he barked.“There are worse ways to punish you than a few smacks to your bottom.”
Well, great.She tensed.Thanks so much.
Her gaze darted to his, her jaw stiffening with indignation.
She had to get herself together, needed to clear her head and think.Whoever Kronos really was, he appeared to be made of muscle, and being flesh and bone meant he was fallible.All she had to do was identify his weaknesses, and she could find a way to escape.
As if to confirm what a challenge that feat was going to be, her attention flitted over the expanse of his strapping form again, her sex tightening at what she saw.However much she was pissed off about being denied, she couldn’t believe she’d screwed a specimen like him.In all her years, she’d never laid eyes on anyone who came close to exhibiting the physicality Kronos had.He looked like an extra from one of those action movies she hated.
Stop staring.
She forced her focus back to her thighs, noticing the way they were trembling.Apparently, she was so unfit that even a few minutes straddling him and kneeling up at his behest had incited the involuntary response.Forcing her foot flat against the white glow, she attempted to abate the tremor.
Her problems weren’t only him and his never-ending muscles; it was not knowing where the swine was holding her.The last thing she recalled was being on her street, but she had no clue how long ago that was.Depending on what he’d given her, and how much, she could have been unconscious for hours, and in that time, he could have driven her anywhere.
A throbbing ache echoed from the back of her head as she peered around the space for the hundredth time in search of a door or a window.She couldn’t understand how there was no evidence of either, but her need for logic prevailed.They were in a room, so therehadto be a way in and out.It was as simple as that.
Pressing her palms against her thighs, she blew out a breath.It didn’t matter how tempting his body or his authority were, she had to find a way out.
“I mentioned my rules before…” He hesitated, the pause drawing her attention his way again.
Why did he stop talking?Did he expect her to respond in some way?
Staring at his expectant eyes, her heart rate sped up again.If indeed he was anticipating an answer, there was only one way she was allowed to reply.
“Master?”
She gave him what he wanted, despising the way she’d succumbed, even though she accepted there was no other choice.Until she could come up with a plan, playing along with his twisted games appeared to be her only way of trying to avoid more awful pain and humiliation.
And phenomenal sex.
She swallowed at the unhelpful thought, although she couldn’t deny its accuracy.She loathed Kronos for not allowing her to come, but that didn’t mean the sex hadn’t been fabulous.He was easily the best she’d ever had.
“The rules, Kristina.”He sounded exasperated as he made his way to the edge of the bed and sat down on it.
Hewas exasperated?The brute who’d brought her there and demanded her fucking obedience—how darehebe infuriated?
She was the one whose liberty had been unceremoniously seized from her fingertips.She was the one who was naked and compelled to do everything he demanded.But as her gaze traveled to his hard, impressive body, she realized she wasn’t the only one who was naked.The tiny towel he’d once donned had been discarded on the floor.Turning to acknowledge its new location, her throat dried.It must have slipped from his obliques while they were fucking, and it meant there was nothing concealing his more than generous manhood.
Her focus shifted to the organ on instinct, her lower lip finding its way between her teeth as she took in its size.
Oh, God.I must have been seriously turned on to have taken him with such carefree ease.
But then, what was she thinking?Of course, she’d been turned on.The sensation of his mouth on her nipples had ignited something inside her; a deep, needy tug that she’d never experienced before.By the time Kronos had pulled her back from the edge and starved her of the chance to experience her own climax, she’d been drenched with arousal.
She pressed her thighs together at the loss, still not comprehending his cruelty.Pulling in a breath, she forced her concentration elsewhere.It wouldn’t do to look at him.What if he misconstrued the stare as interest?What if he—
“I shall explain the rules so that you know what my expectations of our time together are.”
She wanted to laugh.Hisexpectations?Whatever was going on between them was so clearlyallabout him.
