Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“Isn’t that right?” I snarl the question down at her, smacking her ass hard to make a pink flash rise across her cheeks. “You need to be kept caged.”
“You can try,” she laughs. “Many have tried before you. Many have failed.”
Her impertinent, absolutely unrepentant responses lead to a dozen more hard smacks, all delivered to her bare cheeks. I have to be so careful when punishing her, but punished she must be. I have always enjoyed the element of control around being the alpha of my territory. Punishment is a saurian way of life. How else are we to maintain order in large groups of territorial, powerful creatures? I have dominated far more deviant and rebellious creatures than her in my lifetime, I am almost certain of it.
Every time my palm lands on her deserving rear, she lets out a little yelp, followed by another laugh or giggle.
“When I get you back to my den, I will punish you in a way that you will not be able to laugh at,” I growl at her.
Her response is to laugh harder, so much harder that I can feel her flexing and squirming against my arm, the muscles of her belly deployed in the expression of her rebellious mirth.
I have to admit, there is some admiration in me at how she manages to maintain this level of resistance. There is a joy to this human, Sullivan. What a formal name for such a wild little thing. I do not think I would call her that name, if I were to call her anything other than my captive.
“You have destroyed my personal possessions, you have somehow obliterated an entire bar. I do not know what happened to the patrons, but I suspect nothing good. You are worse than a criminal. You are a living, breathing disruption.”
“I’m a pirate.”
Pirate. A term used for the most vicious, dangerous, and mercenary creatures in the universe. She might be claiming the title for herself, but she clearly has no other crew members. She is alone on my world.
“You’re not a pirate anymore. Not now that you’re in my possession. Now you’re nothing but a very bad little girl.”
Sullivan
Oh god. There’s something about the way he calls me a very bad little girl that turns me the hell on. It might be because he’s almost right. I am a fearsome pirate, even tucked away under his arm, but compared to him, I suppose I am little. He is huge, not as huge as some creatures on this world, but pretty damn large compared to me.
I am very much enjoying myself still, even with my ass stinging. I actually, against all odds, feel much safer tucked away under his arm than I did roaming the wilds by myself.
“That big dinosaur,” I say. “The one that ate your bike. What was that?”
“We call them primals. They are ancient, and many regard them as our ancestors. Still others regard them as living gods. This is a planet unlike many. We have not lost our history. It moves around us. It connects us to what was and informs what will be.”
I did not expect to have another rush of arousal when he explained the big fuck-off lizard, but damn, do I feel a whole new kind of attraction hearing him speak calmly and informatively for the first time. This is a guy who knows his shit, and someone who cares too.
“You were fortunate to survive an encounter with one,” he says. “Few of us are ever so close to one. There may only be three in this area, and the territory is vast. They generally avoid civilized, built-up areas.”
“That’s good, because one of those things could flatten a building and not even notice.”
“Yes. We use shielding to ward them off most of the time, but in the past there were a few regrettable incidents in which it was not so. Damage was done, to both primals and our own species.”
He likes talking, I realize. He’s clearly enjoying the process of educating me, even though I remain under his arm with my pants down. At about the same time I realize that, I think he comes to the same conclusion, because I get three swift, hard smacks across both of my naked, sensitive cheeks.
“Don’t think you’ll talk your way out of this, Suli.”
He’s shortened my name, and there’s no way he could know, but the shortened version he’s hit on is the very same pet name my father used to use for me. He’s even hit on a phrase my father would have used once a very long time ago.
I feel myself going soft and even a little still in his arms in response, as he somehow instinctively plays with the little pre-installed buttons in my mind.
“That’s right,” he says. “You’re in a proper kind of trouble now. Just wait until I get you home. That’s when we’ll start addressing your rampage through my territory properly.”