Chapter 1 #4
Everything within Heather objected to his words.
Being claimed, submitting her body to dominant males had been inescapable since being dropped on this horrible planet.
But what Patrick described wasn’t sex, it wasn’t mating.
It was a cruel form of subjugation. “I didn’t enslave you,” she cried, anger sharpening her tone.
He didn’t respond with words. He just spanked her fast and hard to illustrate his displeasure.
Heather’s cheeks throbbed and unwanted tension coiled through her core. Her clit twitched and her pussy felt heavy and hot. God in heaven, was she getting wet?
“If I want to fuck your pussy,” he persisted, voice low and growling, “you’ll open your legs and lift your hips.” He accented the hateful claim with a flurry of hard spanks.
Humiliated and confused, Heather fought against the need rapidly building inside her.
She didn’t understand what had triggered the reaction.
She’d never been turned on by pain before.
But this was more than just physical discomfort.
She was naked and at the mercy of a male she’d been attracted to for years.
He’d flirted and teased, gradually earning her trust in an effort to gain her cooperation.
She’d liked Patrick from the start and couldn’t resist the instinctive pull of his magnetic personality.
Heather continued to struggle. She tugged against his hand, arching and twisting to avoid his stinging slaps. “I’ll work for you,” she insisted. “I’ll do dishes and wash your clothes. I’ll do medical research or whatever, but I won’t be your whore.”
“It’s not your choice, slave.” He suddenly released her legs and drew her thighs apart. His fingertips traced her slit, then pushed inside her aching core. “If you’re not my whore then why is your cunt so wet?”
Before she could answer, he slapped her vulnerable folds.
Heather gasped, then moaned as the initial flash of pain gave way to tingling heat.
There was no denying the reaction of her traitorous body.
Patrick was acting like a caveman, but she was about to orgasm.
He spanked her again, and this time his fingers lingered, teasing and arousing her.
Heather squirmed helplessly, more afraid of her reactions than the male restraining her.
“This pussy belongs to me now.” Patrick insisted as he stroked her wet flesh.
“I’ll play with it whenever I like.” He circled her opening several times then slowly penetrated her center.
“If I want to fuck you, I’ll fuck you. And if I tell you to come, you’ll come.
” He coated his fingers with her juices then caressed her clit.
“You have no choice because you’re no longer in control. ”
Heather emptied her mind, trying to distance herself from his skillful touches. But he clearly knew how to stimulate a female, and he was determined to arouse her. Despite her mental effort, her body softened and stirred. Her inner muscles clenched and rippled, eager for something to squeeze.
“If you resist pleasure, I will simply switch back to pain.”
The hardest slap yet connected with her pussy and Heather screamed. “Stop! Just stop it!”
He abandoned her clit and fucked into her with two of his fingers. “Those words never worked for me.” His hand shuttled between her thighs, driving his fingers into her pussy again and again. “Did you stop when I asked you to stop?”
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I should have stopped.”
His fingers withdrew and he pulled her up off his lap. None too gently, he spread his legs and urged her onto her knees. Heather watched in dread as he unzipped his pants and drew out his long, hard cock.
“Willingly suck my cock or endure my belt while a plug stretches your ass. The choice is yours.”
She covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head. A fresh rush of tears spilled from her eyes as she considered her options. Both choices were designed to humiliate her, but giving him head would be a lot less painful. “I never treated you like a whore,” she objected from behind her hand.
“You didn’t, but others did. And your refusal to help us escape allowed the abuse to continue.”
Emboldened by his words, she lowered her hand and met his gaze. “Doesn’t treating me the way you were treated make you one of them?”
He snarled and turned his face away. “Choose or I’ll go print the butt plug.” He continued to stroke his cock as he waited for her answer.
Her bottom was still tender from his hand spanking. She was not in a hurry to feel his belt. Hating herself for being such a coward, she reluctantly reached for his cock.
“Grasp your hands behind your back,” he insisted. “I just want your mouth.”
She was the enemy. Who would welcome the touch of their enemy?
Saddened by the thought, she quickly licked her lips and leaned forward.
If he needed to humble her, she would offer this as the first payment toward the debt she owed.
Her guilt was oppressive and overwhelming.
She needed to express regret as much as he needed to punish her.
His fingers pushed into her hair and made a loose fist as he guided her lips to the tip of his cock. “Lick me, slave. I want to be nice and wet when I slide into your throat.”
Her eyes widened but she swirled her tongue around his flared tip.
Was he really going to—of course he was, and she knew why.
The feeding tube. She’d interacted with Patrick for almost two years when he became despondent and depressed.
He refused to cooperate with any order, and his final act of defiance was refusing to eat.
Heather had been ordered to ‘gavage’ him, to insert a tube through his nose, advance it down his throat and into his stomach.
Concentrated nutrition had then been poured down the tube, forcing Patrick to ingest it.
She had performed the procedure three times before he resumed eating on his own.
Their gazes locked as Patrick slid the head of his cock past her lips.
Tears escaped the corners of her eyes as the memories rolled through her mind.
His struggles had been so violent that the restraints bruised his wrists and ankles.
She hadn’t looked at him, hadn’t said a word as she prepared to force feed him.
Over and over, he screamed at her to stop and she ignored each outburst. She was a medical professional.
It was her job to protect and prolong life.
Without her assistance, Patrick would have died.
It didn’t matter that he welcomed death, desired it more than anything else in the universe.
She simply focused on her task, refusing to feel anything.
She licked and sucked, hoping to arouse him quickly and end her punishment. But he took his time, leisurely sliding in and out as his gaze bore into hers.
“I used to imagine you like this,” he whispered, voice harsh and low.
“Sometimes you were willing, but more often it was payback for something you’d done.
” Rather than rocking his hips, he pulled her forward and pushed her back.
Her lips caressed his entire length as he slid deeper into her mouth.
“You can be so damn sweet.” His hands shifted to either side of her head, holding her firmly in place as his cock neared the back of her throat.
“That’s why it was so frustrating when you turned cold and bitchy. ”
He drew her forward so forcefully that he triggered her gag reflex. Heather let out a muffled cry and instinctively grabbed his wrists.
“Hands back!” He accented the order with a slap to each of her breasts. “Do not put your hands on me again.”
Reluctantly, Heather clasped her hands behind her back, but her attention was drawn to her breasts.
The slaps made her flesh feel hot and heavy, and her nipples had drawn into tight little beads.
Was it guilt that made her body respond to his harsh treatment or was there something about this planet that turned human females into masochists?
She honestly didn’t know, but she wasn’t the first to wonder about the phenomenon.
His warm hands framed her face, sliding her forward and back, the rhythm steady yet demanding. He rested against the chair, hips thrust forward and he rocked her on and off his cock. “So good,” he muttered as his eyes drifted shut. “Take it, angel. Take it all.”
Angel, not slave. The word caught her by surprise and sent a tingle down her spine.
He used to call her angel when he flirted and teased.
He was hard to resist when he turned on the charm.
His body tensed, eyes squeezing shut. He was clearly lost in pleasure.
She kept her lips snug while allowing him to slide freely in and out of her mouth.
His throaty moan sparked her own desire. This might have started out as punishment, but it was evolving into something else, something needful and raw.
For just a moment she was back at Nuevo’s off-world complex lost in a familiar fantasy.
She lay in her lonely bed, hastily rubbing her clit as sensual images flowed through her mind.
She imagined sneaking into Patrick’s cell and awakening him with kisses.
Her attraction to him had grown steadily over the years and she frequently used his image to trigger her orgasms.
Savage energy emanated from Patrick. She’d only seen him shift a couple of times, but his predatory nature was evident in every look, every movement.
His carefully controlled wildness excited and aroused her.
She always approached him with cool professionalism, which fed the sexual tension humming between them.
Each night she released all that energy and let her fantasies run wild.