Chapter 7 #4
He held me, slowing his actions yet thrusting in a dominating way until I stopped shaking. Only then did he come, tipping his head back and roaring to the very gods above. The expression on his face continued to be primal, hot breath washing over me as if abolishing all my sins.
Everything about this man was dangerous, from his actions to his mindset, but I felt safe around him as if nothing and no one could ever harm me. A slither of shame shifted into my soul. I shouldn’t want this or him.
He gripped both sides of my face, his dark gaze penetrating. “Now, you receive a hard spanking.”
“No!”
“Yes. You’ve attempted to run away, endangering your life as well as mine.
You’re rebellious, foul-mouthed, and you have no respect.
Discipline is necessary.” He took my hand, leading me toward what could only be described as a spanking bench.
The smooth wood gave way to crude-looking legs and leather straps.
“You must accept that you are a part of a different world now, Cassia. I will do all I can to help guide you.”
“How can I truly accept that when I don’t understand what’s going on?”
Erik rubbed his hand across my cheek. “Time. That is all I can offer.”
My legs continued to quiver as he draped my naked body over the bench, securing my wrists and ankles, my legs spread wide and my head positioned close to the floor. I was completely helpless, but my first instinct was to struggle with my bindings, a jagged set of whimpers slipping past my lips.
I had no way of knowing what implement he’d selected, unable to see anything.
I was thrown into a black pit within my own mind, struggling to comprehend the last few days.
My entire world had changed, my life’s purpose nothing that I’d believed from before.
I was forced to accept the fact that I’d been lied to by several people, sent on a mission that had no real hope of succeeding.
Or maybe it had.
I wasn’t prepared for the first hard thudding smack of something solid against my ass. Once, twice then four more times. “Oh, fuck!” The words exploded from my mouth much like the anguish jetting through every inch of my body.
“Relax, Cassia.”
“How can I relax?” I took several deep breaths, bracing for another round. The brush of his fingers in circles on my aching bottom did little to cut down on the wretched pain.
“This will be easier if you do.”
Erik, the Viking, the sexy barbarian who’d given me extreme pleasure had no understanding of the agonizing level of heat or pain covering my already bruised ass.
When he gave me four more in rapid succession, I bit back the wild cry, furious that tears had already formed in my eyes. I could handle a spanking. I could…
When four more were issued, I squeezed my fists as well as my eyes, but the tears rolled, slipping in soft beads to the floor. I watched them one by one cascading down, falling in slow motion.
I heard the sound of his heavy breathing and the way he soothed my tender flesh was more like the gentle giant I’d known only minutes before.
Even through the intense pain, the humiliation of being whipped like a bad girl, I remained as wet as before, my nipples swollen and aching.
I was floored, so ashamed but there was nothing I could do. I was a slave to the ravaging hunger.
He slid his fingers down my spine before patting me on the ass with his hand. “You’re doing very well.”
I choked back a sob. “So what?”
Erik chuckled in appreciation. “You are a fighter, Cassia. I will so enjoy becoming one of your mates.”
Mate. The word stunned me, the connotations sizzling my blood. They actually believed I was going to settle down and mate with… Whoa. He’d used a plural noun. “What?” I struggled to lift my head, watching as he replaced the inch-thick solid wooden paddle with a cane of some kind.
“Yes, as is the custom.”
“You keep talking about customs. They’re not your customs, Erik. They are only those of these… simplistic creatures.” I was mortified, shaken to my core.
“You will learn that what you were told on Earth isn’t the truth.
Don’t believe everything you were taught.
The clans are powerful and have been around for longer than man.
” Erik took purposeful strides around the bench and the single whooshing sound as the cane sliced through the air was the only preparation for the stinging sensations dancing across my ass and legs.
The truth. I no longer had a sense of any level of what might be considered the truth. Gritting my teeth, I shoved away the tears as the spanking continued, harsh strikes given to my bottom as well as the tops of my thighs.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
I lost count at twelve or maybe fourteen, closing my eyes and finally succumbing to the stern punishment.
“You need to obey at all times,” Erik stated. “There are rules you must follow.”
“Yes, sir,” I said without thinking.
His words requiring obedience were said with a commanding yet comforting tone, as if his human side was fighting with the creature he was becoming. I listened, trying to understand his position as well as my own.
I was his possession, no matter who he was forced to share me with.
I was only slightly aware the spanking had stopped until hands replaced the cane, caressing away the pain. When his thumbs split apart my ass cheeks, I knew exactly what to expect. Wet fingers found my asshole, sliding in and out in a gingered manner.
Panting, I wiggled in my bindings, loathing the fact I was so wet, juice no doubt slickening the carved wood. He had a way with his domination, his control a near perfect combination of agony and ecstasy.
And this was no exception.
Erik growled several times before sliding his stiff cock into my asshole, pushing in inch by inch until he was fully seated inside. He gripped my hips, pumping in a sublime rhythm.
Breathe. Keep breathing. I tried, even as my muscles and tissues screamed from the thick invasion. Moaning, I writhed, twisting back and forth, shifting into such delicious bliss. I whispered his name over and over again as ecstasy seared every nerve ending.
All I could concentrate on was the sound of his skin slapping against my reddened bottom as he took me.
Fucked me.
Mated with me.
Oh. My. God.
The words were difficult to comprehend. The force pushed air from my lungs as he thrust in long and deep strokes, groaning with every savage plunge.
His grip tightened, his long fingers digging into my naked skin.
He was splitting me in two, my ass muscles struggling to accept him, tingling from the harsh reality, but there was no denying the heat of my body or the wild thumping of my heart.
Maybe this was exactly where I was supposed to be.
My destiny.