Chapter Eight Correction #2
And never more so than at that moment.
That’s not what your pussy apparently thinks.
She tried to block that out as mere fear-based biology, a defense mechanism, an involuntary reaction.
Yeah, even you don’t believe that.
He held her firmly by the shoulder as he squeezed and bounced each of her buttocks upon a palm, giving them hard pinches and shaking them a little. She was thankful she at least didn’t have to look at him as he fondled her.
A part of her she truly hated at that moment liked that he’d made her look away, her penance for her defiance, her disobedience.
“Now these… these are truly beautiful. Such flesh. You humans… are very blessed.”
“Some of us more than others,” she muttered miserably.
He smacked her ass hard enough to drive her hips forward, the sting making her grunt.
“Be quiet.”
She practically bit her tongue, but managed to stay silent.
Then things got worse.
Pressing her forward, he folded her over, until she bent deeply at the waist, the vine at her crotch practically cutting her in half as it burrowed still more between the lips of her pussy. She shut her eyes tight, knowing how debased she must have looked, her humiliation drowning her.
All the while her pussy was drowning in its own wetness.
A flick of his talons against the strap at her join, and it fell away. She moaned in profound relief, a gasp escaping her lips.
“Better? I think that jealous vine didn’t want to let go of your cute little sex.” His whisper was close to her ear. “I don’t blame it one bit either.”
His fingers teased the inner lips, splaying the plump outer seam in order to delve inside her vagina.
She bucked, holding her breath as a rough fingertip played with her clit, her knees brushing involuntarily together as he rubbed slow circles over the sensitive entrance to her urethra—something no man had ever done to her before.
This is no man.
Claws scratched ever so slightly against her skin as he eased her bottom cheeks apart.
“Don’t clench them. That’s better.”
Do whatever you need to survive.
Was that really what she was doing?
She whined softly as he exposed her anus to the cool air—and his lustful gaze. His fingertip stroked and circled the hot opening to her bottom. “We’ll explore this fully too, my sweet human. Oh, yes, we will.”
No… God!
With a final caress of that most secret place, he turned her back around to face him.
Her cheeks flushed hotly, and she looked away.
“Shame is a pointless emotion here, human. Eventually, you’ll free yourself from it.” He lifted both of her breasts on the backs of his palms, his eyes glinting. “But I must admit, I enjoy that you feel it. We’ll explore your shame more deeply someday soon.”
“Fuck you.”
The words leapt forth, born of her frustration at being utterly helpless before this… whatever he was.
And at the fact her body was reacting so strongly to what he was doing to it.
“I thought so,” Malcolm said. In a smooth motion, he sat upon the rock next to her, and in the blink of an eye she’d been drawn face down over his steel-hard thighs.
Unable to pull herself up, she struggled and twisted against him as much as her tight bonds allowed—which was laughably little.
His massive erection pressed to her hip as he placed a broad hand across her lower back, pinning her in place.
Without a single word, his hard—and huge—palm, crashed against her bottom, the pain flaring hot.
In rapid fire succession, he spanked her like a recalcitrant girl over his lap, her shame never deeper.
She’d been spanked before by other lovers, of course, but those times had been nothing even approaching the intensity of Malcolm’s punishment of her.
Over and over the smacks landed, and she began to squeal and grunt, the burning beginning to rise higher and higher. When she tried to kick, he would simply pause, smacking the backs of her thighs harshly until she stilled her legs, yelps ripped from her lungs at the fiery pain.
Then he resumed building the raging flames in her naked, defenseless buttocks, until she was begging him.
“Oh, oh! Stop! Please! It hurts! Please!”
To her shock, he did stop, his palm stilling upon the seething curves of her ass. It didn’t move, but it was still a threat. Her torment could resume at any moment.
“I’m sorry, okay? I just. I—”
Rather than reply, he insinuated his fingers between her thighs, his other hand yanking her leg far apart from the other, as if she were a wishbone on a turkey, still splayed awkwardly across his lap.
His finger slipped between her labia, drawing a sharp breath from her. It pushed deep, until she feared his claw would gall her tender tissues.
But it didn’t. Instead, his thick finger thrust inside her for a long moment then retreated, a sticky line of her shaming wetness splatting hot against her inner thigh as he withdrew.
That same finger was brought to her mouth, and she tried to turn her head away.
But he was insistent, pushing at her lips until she complied, opening them.
He forced her to taste her wetness, the strange spicier note of him mingled with it in a way that made her mouth water.
She’d never felt more debased. He waited until she’d licked his finger clean, her renewed blush hot and shaming at her cheeks.
Hoping her cooperation might win her reprieve, she cried out as he dashed those hopes cruelly, resuming her spanking, even harder this time.
Again, he said not a single word as he punished her bottom with that incredibly hard hand, his big palm covering almost the entirety of each buttock as he slapped them repeatedly.
The pain had her gasping at each spank, and still he continued, and if anything the burning hot steel bar of his erection against her hip swelled to even greater dimensions as he disciplined her.
Soon, the tears had reduced her vision to a watery blur, her protests devolving into incoherent pleading as the hot pain built higher and higher.
She panted and sniffled as he gently pulled her thighs apart once more. “Oh… please,” she said, her voice a pitiful warbling.
Again, he explored her pussy, but with two fingers this time, stretching her a little, making her squirm.
He thrust them within her for at least a minute, until she was almost panting, her hips beginning to rise and fall.
The stirring in her belly was a profound, reluctant pleasure, her sex now boiling hot.
No!
What was he doing to her?
She sighed deeply as he pulled those thick digits from the clutch of her pussy, the wet sound of it amplifying her embarrassment.
As she knew they would, those sodden fingers found their way to her lips, painting them with her wetness.
She licked them quickly, even as she swallowed hard, hoping against hope that her punishment was at an end.
Mercifully, it appeared it was, Malcolm moving her back to her feet as he slipped off the rock and back into the water. There was only the gentle sound of the sloshing water as he held her by the chin, forcing her to look up at him and meet his gaze.
He collected yet more wetness from her inner thighs, stroking it along her lower lip. She dropped her gaze, mortified.
The message was clear. She might object, even plead with him.
But her body’s verdict on what was happening was undeniable.
“You are so ashamed, and you need not be. Though I enjoy your shame more than I expected, eventually I’ll teach you to let it go.
You’re a female, a woman. It’s in your nature to yield, to submit.
To be conquered. You desire someone with the strength to force you to face what you really need, what you’re really here to be.
To show you your true purpose. The reactions of your beautiful body confirm all of it. ”
She tried to break free of his grip, but he only squeezed tighter, holding her in place.
“But you resist it because you must. Because deep inside, you need to know the male conquering you is hard, driven. Determined to overcome your resistance, whether you think you’re ready for it or not.
That he is worthy of your submission to him.
” He caressed the line of her jaw. “My sweet human, we have so much ahead of us. I will bend you to me, and eventually, break your will entirely. You will be made into my body servant, to kneel at my feet. To worship my body, and most especially my cock. When the time is right, you will be bred, and you will swell with my child. And all the while you will be mine. Mine to use, to torment, and to keep. Fear not, little human, for you are safe with me.” He drew close, the hard, silky head of his big penis wiping sticky fluid across her lower belly.
“But you need to know this. You have a long, arduous journey ahead. I am not an easy master. And training you, molding you into the submissive life mate I demand, will be my most challenging—and pleasurable—honor.”
Though her heart was in her throat, she almost snarled the words. “You’ll never break me. Not ever.”
“Such futile defiance.” Shocking her, he kissed her forehead softly, murmuring the words against her hair. “I’m going to enjoy showing you just how wrong you are.”