Chapter 6
Patrick looked at his reluctant mate and fought back a rush of affection.
Desiring her was understandable. Heather was a beautiful female, and she stood before him naked and ready for sex.
Any heterosexual male with a pulse would desire her.
But the need to shelter and adore her was unacceptable.
She already had Gabriel wrapped around her finger.
Patrick would not give in to her appeal so easily.
“Hands and knees on the bed,” he ordered gruffly. “Lower your head and spread your legs wide so I can see your pussy.” He took his cock in hand and stroked himself lazily as he waited for her to obey.
Feet dragging every step of the way, Heather moved to the bed and arranged herself as he’d described. Her sweet little ass tilted upward as she moved her legs apart. Her pussy was flushed and shiny. Her folds parted and a thin rivulet of cum ran down the inside of her thigh.
Patrick’s cock bucked within the circle of his fingers and possessive desire surged through his mind.
He wanted to claim her, fill her, mark her, and keep her by his side for the rest of his life.
His instinctual need for his mate warred with his lingering desire for revenge.
He’d already fucked her mouth. Now he’d fuck her pussy.
Then he’d end in her tight, virgin ass. Maybe then he could relax and stop obsessing over her.
He’d thought of little else since he discovered her in the bunkhouse.
Countless memories drew his mind farther back.
This wasn’t a new phenomenon. His obsession with Heather began during his captivity.
Thoughts of her, both romantic and resentful, had kept him from going completely insane.
Moving in close behind her, Patrick grasped her thighs and pulled her knees closer to the edge of the bed. Then he ran his fingers along her inner thigh. “Gabriel’s cum is dripping from your pussy. Did you like riding his cock?”
“He made sure I did,” she said softly. “Does it make you jealous when he fucks me?”
He slapped her pussy just hard enough to make her gasp. “You’re being sassy.”
“I’m sorry, Master. Orgasms do that to me.”
“Do they now?” He pushed two of his fingers into her core and fucked her roughly. “Gabriel spoils you. If you want to come with me, you’ll have to work for it.” He pulled his fingers out and slapped her pussy twice.
A soft, alarmed sound escaped her throat with the first slap, but she held still and silently accepted the second. Was she being stubborn or was the sting arousing her? Curious, and unbearably restless, he drove his cock all the way into her waiting core.
She moaned as her inner walls stretched around him. Then she tilted her hips and willingly took him deeper.
The reaction surprised him. She’d just come more than once with Gabriel, yet she still seemed eager for fucking. He steadied her hips and drew his cock back until only the tip remained inside her. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You, Master,” she said without hesitation. “My body belongs to you.” She put subtle emphasis on the word body.
Her body. Not her mind. Not her personality or emotions.
Just her body. He thrust in hard, bottoming out inside her.
She gripped him snugly, her core warm and wet.
He rocked his hips and filled her again and again, but the pleasure was superficial, meaningless.
He wanted more. He wanted her wild and responsive beneath him.
Fully surrendered with her body, emotions, and mind.
Frustrated by his dissatisfaction as much as her passivity, he pulled out and spanked her bottom.
“Why are you spanking me?” she cried, twisting around so she could see him. “I’m being good for a change.”
“You won’t respond unless I hurt you, and I need you to respond.” He emphasized the statement with several hard swats.
“That’s so unfair,” she insisted angrily. “I’m punished no matter what I do.”
“I’d feel bad except you come harder with pain than without.
” He scooped up slickness from her pussy and coated his cock.
“Spanking you is foreplay and we both know it.” He pulled her ass cheeks apart and lubricated her pucker with the fluids dripping from her pussy.
This had been unavoidable from the moment their eyes met in the bunkhouse.
He’d dreamed about fucking her ass for years.
He yearned to punish her with his cock, to humiliate and dominate his enemy in a way that she couldn’t misunderstand.
She’d given him hope then snatched it away with her cruel indifference.
Now that she belonged to him, there was no power in the universe that would keep him from claiming his prize.
He pushed his middle finger past the stubborn ring of muscles. Jesus, she was tight. “The first time always hurts, so try to relax.” He slid his finger in and out, enjoying the sight of her reluctant body being penetrated by his.
“Please, don’t do this.” Her voice shook with suppressed emotion, but she didn’t twist away. She didn’t want this, but she accepted it. Deep down, her guilt needed an outlet just as much as his rage.
He rotated his hand and eased a second finger into her back passage.
She muffled a cry against the bed as he continued to prepare her for a much larger invasion. He scissored his fingers, stretching her muscles as he slid in and out. “The more you tighten, the more it will hurt. You’re going to take my cock either way, so it’s in your best interest to relax.”
Her only response was a muffled sob.
An unexpected surge of pity threatened his determination.
His captive deserved this and more, but Heather was also his mate.
If he were about to introduce his mate to anal sex, he would take his time and make sure she felt only pleasure.
Well, this experience was going to fall somewhere in the middle.
He would ensure that she found pleasure—eventually.
But she would also feel humbled and contrite.
Patrick positioned himself against her tightest opening and firmly grasped her hips.
He was the first male to enjoy her body fully.
He had chosen to share her with Gabriel, but no one else would ever know the hot grip of her sweet little ass.
The realization filled him with possessive pleasure. Heather was his! His and Gabriel’s.
“Here we go,” he warned then pushed inside. Her bottom spread wide, stretching tight around his thick tip.
She cried out, her fingers twisting the bedding. “Stop,” she sobbed. “Please, stop.”
“Relax and the pain will fade.” She tossed her head and her body clenched so tightly it made Patrick groan. He reached out to Gabriel telepathically, not wanting to harm their mate. Tell her to relax. Use your psychic voice.
Gabriel moved closer to the bed. “You are relaxed and ready for his cock. Your muscles will open and welcome him inside.”
Patrick shivered as he felt the compulsion threading through Gabriel’s words. Heather moaned helplessly and the pressure around Patrick’s shaft gradually eased. He pushed another inch inside her, forcing himself to go slowly. She would take his entire length, but he was willing to compromise.
“It hurts,” she whined. “You’re too damn big.” There was no urgency in her complaints this time. She seemed to be objecting on principle rather than responding to a genuine crisis.
“I’m already inside you. The worst part is over.
Now stop resisting.” Despite his uncaring words, he was concerned about her.
This might be penance, but he didn’t want to traumatize her.
He lowered his mental shields and let her emotions flow into his mind.
There was fear, but she was also excited.
In fact, she wasn’t just curious about this new experience. She was intensely aroused.
Pleased by the discovery, Patrick slipped his hand beneath her and stroked her clit with his middle finger. He drove his cock deeper as he caressed her in lazy circles.
She shivered and helplessly lifted her hips.
“Good girl.” He pushed another inch inside her, and then another.
She’d taken half his length when the first orgasm hit. She cried out sharply, her slender body shuddering as her ass rhythmically gripped his cock.
“You didn’t ask permission to come,” he said sternly, but he was grinning. Despite her objections, she was clearly enjoying this.
“I didn’t do it on purpose. It just happened.”
“Even so. It’s a punishable offense.” He deepened his voice, trying to sound autocratic and displeased.
“So punish me,” she snapped. “I hate these games.”
He gripped her hips tightly and thrust the rest of his cock into her still pulsing bottom.
She cried out, then moaned as the fullness registered.
Her back passage was almost painfully tight, which spiked his desire to claim her.
Patrick fought back a groan and stubbornly focused on the punishment side of the equation.
She had ignored his pain for years. It was only fair that he ignore hers now.
“You’re stretched so tightly, naughty slave,” he whispered in her ear.
“It will likely hurt if you come around my cock.”
She held perfectly still. Her only sound was harsh panting.
“Reach down and stroke yourself. I don’t care how long it takes. Make yourself come again.”
She shook her head. “It hurts just having you inside me. I don’t think I can come again.”
“I didn’t ask for your opinion,” he pointed out. “I gave you a clear directive.”
“I’m not enjoying this,” she snapped. “Just get it over with.”
“You do not give me orders.” Patrick wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her torso up. Her back pressed against his chest and his cock was still buried deep inside her bottom. Next, he reached out to Gabriel, inviting him to participate in her humbling.
“Raise your arms and lock your hands behind your head,” Patrick directed.
After a tense moment Heather did as she was told.