Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
He grips a thick handful of my hair and tips my head back, his lips close to my ear.
“I am going to let you go now,” he growls. “But I promise you, one little bit of attitude, one incident of disobedience or disrespect, and you will find yourself back here again, suffering through pleasure. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I gasp.
He starts to loosen the ties around my wrists. As I slump out of place, I collapse off the device, and onto the floor. It is soaked in my juices, just like he said it would be.
My eyes are half open as he walks around me, not helping me up, not cleaning the juices from me, not showing me any kindness at all. He leaves me lying in the filth of my orgasms. I watch as his boots retreat and the door to the room closes behind him.
I fall asleep for a while, or pass out. I don’t know the difference. When I open my eyes again, I am aware of the entirety of my vulva throbbing as if it is recovering from a beating. I am thirsty as hell. My mouth feels dry, and my throat is the kind of sore you get when you’ve been talking or rather, screaming for too long.
I have been erotically worked over, head to toe, and I am feeling immensely sorry for myself as a result.
When the door opens, I stand up. Too fast. I feel myself sway, and if not for the barbarian’s big hand wrapping around my upper arm, I probably would have fallen back down again.
He doesn’t say anything nice. Doesn’t say easy there, or steady on, or anything else that would indicate he cares. I guess he cares because he didn’t let me actually smack my head open on the ship’s floor, but that’s probably only because it would stop me from being so available.
While I sway in his grasp, he wraps something around my neck. Feels like a cross between fabric, rubber, and light metal. Whatever it is, it snugs against my throat and grips firmly. It doesn’t cut off my breathing or anything, but it’s definitely noticeable.
“This has the same technology as what you had between your legs,” he tells me. “I can link with it whenever I need to, and it will hurt if I decide it should. Do you understand?”
I nod, and make a meek little noise of assent. I want to get to Sharp, or Boss. I hate what Kronos has done to me, how small he has made me feel. I can’t stop thinking about what he said to me about enjoying punishing me. I felt his enjoyment too. He was taking real sadistic pleasure in the whole procedure.
“Good,” he says. “Now come with me.”
He links a finger in the collar and gives me a tug to get me moving after him. I follow in his wake, feeling sore and punished and owned in a way that he wants me to feel owned.
“Are you tired, pet?”
He asks the question as he leads me into his room. Unlike the others, this one is decorated. It is rife with weaponry, covering almost every single wall. He doesn’t really need them. His offensive power is electric, like a god. But I think he likes them.
I am ready to collapse. The bed looks amazing, just a big dark soft place to rest my flesh.
“You’re going to sleep on the floor beside my bed,” he says. “On the floor. Like the animal you are.”
I look at him with wide eyes, but he is determined. He picks up a pillow from the bed and tosses it down on the floor.
“That’s where you sleep,” he says. “That’s all you’ve earned. If you ever manage to behave yourself, maybe you’ll sleep in a bed again. For now, you’re an untamed animal, and you’ll be treated like one.”
CHAPTER 5
Ispend an uncomfortable and shameful night on the floor. My pussy and ass ache, my clit throbs like it might never be the same, and there’s not so much as a blanket to comfort myself with.
I half expect Kronos to take mercy on me, but he doesn’t seem interested in that. I guess I pushed things too far. I am caught between feeling sorry for myself, kind of seeing where they’re coming from, and being more determined than ever to fucking escape.
The next morning, Boss and Sharp are eating breakfast in the dining room slash lounge when I appear with Kronos. I have some softer instinct to run to one of them, but I am not sure if they feel the same way Kronos does, and if maybe they too have the capacity for cruelty like him. They look at me as I walk in, naked and messy and wearing Kronos’ collar. I see Sharp’s lips tighten, and Boss’ eyes widen with something that I hope is empathy.