Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Yeah. I get it. You must have spent a lot of money to get the bedroom fixed up so quick.”
“And then there’s the glass,” he says. “I didn’t know it needed to be reinforced, but now I do.”
“It looks better,” I tell him. “Thicker. More expensive. I did you a favor.”
He doesn’t smile. Not even a little.
“You could have killed yourself going through it,” he says. “You are very fortunate to be alive. For so many reasons.”
“I know,” I say. Maybe I can portray being sorry enough to avoid the worst of the punishment that is coming my way.
“You shifted and you ran because you were angry with me. You did not speak to me, even though I was asking you to,” he says. “You were violent, impulsive, and ferocious—but you were also wrong.”
I try to keep up with that sentence, then give up and let him do what he’s going to do.
“I know I fucked up,” I tell him. “And I know you’re angry with me, and I get why. What I did sucked. It was really thoughtless and entirely fear driven, and it made everything worse, and I felt like I was saving myself and you and everyone else a whole lot of trouble. I was wrong.”
“You were,” he says, finally putting me over his knee. Pinned down over his lap, my naked body pressed against the fine fabric of his pants, I once again feel the complete loss of control.
His palm meets my ass in a hard slap, and immediately I am thrown into the pained experience of having my ass spanked. He keeps the tempo up, spanking me hard and fast.
“Don’t ever do anything like that ever again,” he lectures. “No running, no hiding, no open rebellion that makes life hard for us. If you want to give me attitude when I ask you about ice cream, you can find yourself right back here.”
I wonder if he realizes how light the words are compared with how intense the whole experience was. It sounds like I acted like a brat about ice cream. Instead what I’m really thinking about is biting the throat out of a man who wanted to fuck me.
“I’m never going to let you go, and if something does happen, and you’re gone from me, I will never stop hunting you.”
He pushes my legs open and starts spanking the insides of my thighs and the backs of my legs, running all the way up to the middle of my cheeks. He is spanking almost every spankable part of my body…
“Ow!” I gasp, as his fingers swat between my opened thighs, catching me with a firm slap right across my lower lips.
Now he’s really spanking every part of me, and the way I feel when he slaps my pussy is the most intense sexual thing I have ever endured. It feels as though I am being punished and pleasured at once. Every stinging slap makes my hips buck and my ass lift, and then he spanks my ass and the heat flashes all the way through me right to my sex.
“It hurts!” I complain. “That’s my pussy!”
“Yes. It is,” he says firmly, swatting my pussy again with another one of those stinging slaps. “But it’s also my pussy, and I’m going to punish this naughty little hole before I fuck it. Both of them, actually. You may as well know before you take my cock in this tight little ass.”
The promise of my erotic undoing has the desired effect. I am nervous and I am turned on. I know I am in trouble, but I also know that the punishment is going to be as good as it hurts.
He moves me onto the bed and crouches over me, continuing to spank my ass, thighs, and pussy while I crawl away from him in the hopeless effort to escape.
It’s never going to happen. He grips me, holds me down, pins me, and then he fucks my pussy.
Every time he thrusts inside me, I feel my body grip him, my swollen, spanked lips gripping his cock as he uses me with stern strokes.
“How dare you run from me,” he growls. “How dare you take yourself away from me to somewhere I can’t breed you. I’m going to have to fill this pussy up several times today just to make up for it. I hope you’re ready for this naughty hole to be knotted.”
His knot is already starting to fill inside me. I close my eyes and let the pleasure wash through me. Being bred by Rex makes me feel so completely reclaimed. I didn’t realize how much my foray into the wild had taken from me.
I want to be his. I want to feel him own me. I need to feel his dominance and his possession.
He does not disappoint me. He pins me in place and his knot swells inside me, trapping me on his cock and keeping me in place for the insemination. I am being bred.