“I have used you as a little fuck hole,” he admits. “And I planned to breed you the moment I laid my eyes on you. And yes, I do want to see how our baby emerges, but you will be closely monitored at every developmental stage. Nothing bad is going to happen to you, or our offspring.”
“Well, you’re an idiot,” I say.
“Why?”
“Because I’ve got an IUD.”
He pauses, gripping my hips. Then I feel him shaking behind me. A moment later, he is laughing out loud. “Of course you do,” he says. “We are going to have to have that taken out.”
“What if I don’t want that?”
I can hear the smirk in his voice. “It’s what you’re for,” he says. “And it’s what I want to use you for. Nice of you to ensure your womb has been saved for me, but it’s time you’re properly bred.”
I am stuck on his cock, and I am being punished. He reaches under my body and pinches my nipples lightly, making little electric bolts zip to my clit.
“Did you think I was going to be sorry for this?” he murmurs, his voice almost mocking. “You should be bred. You should be given a full pussy and a full womb. This body was created to be fucked and used. That’s why you’ve been spreading your legs for me since we met. It’s why you never complain when I use you freely, push you up against a wall or bend you over. You know what you are for, and you love being used for it.”
“Then I’m not sorry for turning Veronica into a cat,” I say.
He chuckles. “I can tell you’re not sorry. There is something to an unrepentant brat that I very much enjoy. Making you sorry is going to be half the fun.”
While he has me trapped on his cock, he takes advantage of the situation, using my pussy juices as lubricant as he slowly starts to finger my asshole.
“Nuh-uh,” I whimper.
“Ya-huh,” he replies. “Take this fingering while you’re stretched on my cock.”
I feel my pussy clench at those filthy words, and then I feel his finger sliding as deep as I can take it in my ass. This started like real discipline and now feels like nothing but depravity. His hunger for me is too intense to stay contained for long. I wonder if he even remembers why he’s punishing me.
“You won’t be taking anything from my lab again, will you?”
Maybe he does remember.
CHAPTER 10
Lydia
“You’re grounded,” he says. “You’re not going anywhere. I swear to god, if you leave my presence without permission, I am going to make what I just did to you look like a Caribbean cruise. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I say. “I still speak English.”
He gives me a look that suggests he might do all that again, but I know he needs at least some time to recover. Primal knotting orgasms take a lot out of him.
“I don’t know where this reservoir of attitude you’re pulling from is located, but find a different attitude.”
“Are you going to try to find Veronica?”
“I’m going to try to find the cat she is,” he says.
“We wasted a lot of time already. She could be blocks away by now. It’s not very safe for cats outside. You fucked up when you let her out.”
He grips me by the fabric at the back of my shirt, scruffing me up like a naughty kitten. “Are you not punished enough?”
I let out an excited little squeak.
“My god,” he groans to himself. “You aren’t. I’m going to have to do this again. But right now I have to sleep. And you do too.”
“What about the cat?”
