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)
Suli’s cries have been largely incoherent since the strapping started, but if I am not mistaken, I hear a soft, slight moan in response to that last set of declarations. I am not trying to terrify her. I am trying to show her that she has a place with me, and that I, of all the creatures she has ever encountered in her piratical reign, will not allow her to continue what seems to be a lifetime of crime.
“You are going to be a good girl for me, or you are going to be a very sore girl because of me,” I say, laying down the lash for a moment to give her bright red, rather welted ass a short reprieve.
She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her hips still making that impulsive grinding motion. I don’t think she can help that response. It is part of her body’s attempts to integrate the discipline and the sensation and her own ever-present arousal.
On some level, she likes this. I can smell her need, and I can see it too, a gleaming stripe of arousal emerging between her lower lips.
I wonder if she does not engage in such outrageous behavior in hopes of provoking just this sort of reaction.
I am aware that my men are watching. Having captured their prey, they are now ranged around us, a good two dozen saurians of all kinds with their gazes locked on the unfortunate human whose punishment is not nearly over.
Sullivan
“I am going to make an example of you,” Thorn growls down at me.
I thought he already had. He didn’t take my pants down. He ripped the seat out of the ass. I still have an entirely useless waistband around my hips while the ragged remains of the legs slide down my thighs, held in place by the crotch and front of the garment. I must look like an absolute mess. I feel like one. My ass is burning, my pride is nonexistent, and there is a growing saturation between my legs that I know he is aware of.
He picks me up from his lap, holding me under my thighs, letting my back rest against his chest as he stands up. I find myself spread and displayed to every single one of his saurian troops.
“Every single one of these soldiers and officers had to take time from their normal duties to come and hunt you down. Every single one of them has no doubt wondered why you have been permitted to have free rein this way, how you ever escaped, especially after all that happened yesterday. Your kind is not permitted to roam our world. And yet you have run free throughout the city and the wilds, causing destruction and chaos wherever you go.”
He lifts me up, and I feel his cock, free of the constraints of his pants, rubbing along the length of my pussy. I knew they could see my privates, of course, but I had hoped that all these grim, dominant saurian gazes hadn’t particularly noticed what they were looking at.
I lose all semblance of that illusion as Thorn lifts me a fraction higher, the massive length of his cock no longer sliding across my wet slit, but instead the head of his rod finding the slippery and all too soft and open entrance of my body. He is going to fuck me again, but this time he is going to do it publicly. He is making a spectacle of me, and there is nothing I can do as I feel the thick dominance of his cock spreading me open, claiming my interior, making my inner walls stretch around his scaled rod.
One of his hands slides around my waist and his hand cups my crotch, giving me something to rub my clit against as he fucks me with long, easy, flexing strokes not designed to give him an orgasm, but to draw out my public humiliation.
“You’re mine, Suli,” he growls in my ear. “Mine to hunt down. Mine to capture. Mine to punish. And mine to fuck wherever and whenever I feel the urge. If you want modesty and privacy for the claiming of your cute little cunt, you had better learn to behave, or you will find yourself in this position time and time again, my cock sliding in and out of you while you face the very saurians you have caused so much trouble for.”
He can’t know this, but this is fucking hot. Embarrassment can be the worst feeling, but it is also one of the hottest and most intense. The shame he wants me to feel is making my body feel like every single cell is being personally called out.
My pussy is soaking his lap, my hips gyrating with incredible need as I squirm on his dick. Right now I don’t care what happens to me. I feel free. I feel wild. I feel rebellious. All the feelings he seems to be trying to curtail are only all the more intense for finding expression in this searing hot moment.