Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
“You cannot imagine that any life you paint for me would be one I want. You stole me from the life I wanted. You burned my mother’s face. There is not a single male on this ship I would ever be happy to…”
“Fuck?”
Her skin crawled just seeing the way his eyes burned speaking that word.
More of his weight came to pin her down, Corporal Esin grinning. “Come now, feisty renegade. You make the challenge so much sweeter when you look at me that way. I do love to hunt.”
“Get off of me!”
“My orders are to strip you of this thing, and teach you to accept touch. You will be denied clothing today. I will play with you, then you will be groomed. To show you that your comfort is paramount, I will not use your mouth until your jaw has healed.”
Chapter 7
She never landed so much as a blow.
Thighs shaking, she bore his weight, unable to do more than croak. Throat burning as if she’d swallowed shards of glass, she’d given up on speech, and lay limp just as he desired.
His purr was incessant, conflicting with the random growls he pressed against her throat. Pulled back and forth between the two manipulative noises, she’d grown listless and edgy, angry and sullen, but mostly tired and pained by the position.
“Do you feel where I am touching you? There are nerves here, renegade, whose only purpose is sexual pleasure.” He groaned as he stroked, teasing at a throbbing nubbin of flesh at the apex of her sex.
There was no pleasure in being held down, or screaming until one’s voice was lost.
“You are producing slick,” Esin’s voice caught, Morgaine certain he was holding on by a thread. The man had already sucked his fingers clean more times than she could count, mmmming over them as his eyes rolled back.
And then he had gathered up more of that awful substance, scooping it from between her legs to smear over her breasts.
He’d licked it all off, nipping so hard in places she’d been marked.
The purr faltered. Esin growled again. And another bead of slick seeped.
He stroked her clitoris faster, Morgaine certain the little bunch of flesh would soon be worn away.
It hurt.
The zings, the tingles… they were not pleasant.
Not like this.
“Once you come, I’ll stop. Give me that, renegade. Give me your pleasure.”
Faster his fingers flew, centering on that same spot until raw skin began to sting. Her insides clenched in a defiant cramp, twisted, made her retch, and finally released.
If this was sex, it was horrible.
Panting, Morgaine was forced to look into the ecstatic face of the male responsible for such discomfort.
“Good girl.” He sniffed at her neck, clearly thrilled she’d practically thrown up on him. “I’d love nothing more than to lick you clean, but I don’t trust myself. My cock already aches.” He set her hands free, gathering one so he might draw it between them. He ran her fingers through her oversensitive slick-coated folds and then smeared his bared cock with her touch. “Go on now, like I showed you last time.”
He was going to make her lay like this, under him and spread while he used her hand? Hips already aching, she tried to rock her body, to get blood back into her joints.
“No, no. No fucking today.” A grisly chuckle paired with a nuzzle of her cheek, and words that made her skin crawl. “Do not try to tempt me. I’ve taken enough lashes to keep a clear head no matter how pretty you are or how sweet you smell. Rub my cock like a good girl, and maybe I’ll pleasure you twice before your bath.”
The skin between her legs was on fire, if he tried to touch her there again, she’d…
What would she do? Cry until there were no more tears? Scream until her voice was nothing more than a wheeze?
What had that gained her?
Her hand around his organ hardly moved. It didn’t need to. Esin was pumping his hips into her sorry grip. Positioned as he was, it was mimicry of penetration—his thrusts angling the head of his cock to skim her mound and belly. Jerked by his movements, gaping at his screwed up face, there was little she could do but brace and hope it ended quickly.
“Take your hand.” He was straining, the veins in his neck popping against twitching muscle. “Grip the base of my cock and squeeze.”
What?
“Now! Do it now!”
A bulge was beginning to grow near the thatch of hair at his groin. Swelling, it distorted his shaft like a growing cancer.
“Gahhh!” He took matters into his own hand, forcing her fist down and squeezing their joined touch so tight her finger joints popped. Surging upright, his free hand began to milk his cock furiously until a fat glob of thick goop erupted to land on her stomach.