Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
He dragged his lips over her breasts, teased those sweet pink nipples between his lips. She tasted like innocence. She roused his inner animal, made his mating instinct roar into life. His cock was rampant already, yearning for her. She was wet, but not as wet as she had been.
Something was missing.
Pain.
That’s what was missing. Punishment. Humiliation. She responded to his touch, but touch alone wasn’t enough. Gentle caresses and sweet kisses did nothing for this human female. She needed more. She needed something to be ashamed of.
“Bad girl,” he growled, fisting her hair.
“What have I done?” she whimpered back, her eyes widening. He caught a whiff of that need he had sensed before. It was fainter than it had been, but it was certainly present, and growing more by the moment.
“That’s a good question," he growled. “What have you done? Why do you like sex to hurt?”
“I… what… I… I don’t. What…” she started stammering and blushing. She squeezed her thighs together, hiding her pink little slit from him. But her nipples were harder than they'd ever been, two pink nubs which stood preciously erect when he pushed his hand between her thighs and felt the gush of wet desire coating his fingers.
“Don’t try to deny it, Elizabeth.”
He could feel he was right. The pain he wanted to inflict was the same pain she needed to feel. He wondered what secret she held, what sin she was desperate to atone for. Nobody wanted to be punished this badly without having done something desperately wrong in the past.
“Why don’t you tell me what you did,” he growled. “It was something. I know.”
He pinched the cute lips which hid the little bundle of nerves which was connected to every part of her. He’d found it the first time he’d fucked her. He was beginning to admire human design. Having a nub which made every part of her flush with desire was excellent work.
“What do you mean?” She formed the question more coherently, but not any more convincingly. Her face was flushed hot pink across her nose and cheeks, her eyes sparkling with need.
“Why do you want pain, Elizabeth? What sin did you commit that deserves to be punished? Why should your cunt be stretched wide around my cock until you can’t take it anymore?” He squeezed his grip teasingly, rubbing her lower lips back and forth, using her desire against her.
“I… hnnnghh… I stole. I lied. I… mmnnghhh…” She gasped and her hips jolted as he tweaked her sex again.
“I was caught in the transport beam because I was trying to pickpocket the girl Dominax was talking to. They were both so busy staring into each other’s eyes I thought I could take her money… oh fuckkk!”
The last part came as he slid two fingers deep into her cunt. That act brought forth a significant wafting of her scent. It was intoxicating. She was a bad girl.
“So I wasn’t wrong about you.”
“I’m not a spy,” Elizabeth grunted, her hips performing an alluring gyration. “I’m just a petty thief. Narration doesn’t pay that well.”
“A grasping, power-hungry little wench who steals and lies. That’s what you are, isn’t it. A naughty little girl, who deserves a good, hard fucking from a brutal alien king.”
He pulled his hand away, parted her thighs and slid in between her legs, positioning his cock over her hot slit, dripping with wet need. He could have shoved himself deep into her without further warning, but he wanted her to beg him for it.
It made it so much sweeter when she had to admit that she deserved everything that was happening to her, and that he had every right to claim her. She couldn’t hide behind the lie of reluctance anymore. She wanted him. She belonged to him. And when he finally pushed inside her, the tight, slick crevice would wrap around him in an embrace which made him feel more welcome than he had ever been anywhere.
“Beg me, human. Ask me to fuck you the way you need to be fucked. Tell me to claim your cunt.”
Every one of his instructions made her blush even more until she covered her face with her hands in an absolutely adorable display of shame.
“I can’t,” she whined. “I can't talk like that.”
“Of course you can. Describe what you are. Tell me what you need me to do.”
“Oh my god,” she whimpered. “I’m… you’re… I…”
“Tell me, girl,” he ordered, pinching her clit again. “Tell me exactly what you are, and I might do it to you if you’re very lucky.”
“I’m a bad girl,” she admitted. “I’m a dirty little…” she paused and let out a helpless whimper. “I’m a dirty little slut.”
“Yes. You are. You’re my little human slut. Look at your wet little hole. I stretched you hours ago and you’re so desperate for me to fuck you again here you are, displaying yourself for me, debasing yourself for me.”