Chapter 11

His low, smokey rumble made her toes curl in her boots. Staring up into his captivating gaze, Cylthan would have sworn she was hypnotized. Her mouth hung open with a soft “Uh.”

Feeling the roughness of his thumb glide across her lower lip, it reminded her of when he had struck her in his anger. Snapping her mouth shut to keep her heart from hopping out, she cringed away from him. She knew if she tried any magic now, he could easily break her hands again with them trapped in the cage with him.

Panic was tightening her chest until she couldn’t help the rest of her trembling.

“Okay, Roan,” she said with a tremulous voice. “You like scared? Well, I’m terrified. You made your point. Please, let me go.”

“Oh, I’ll let you go ... when I’m ready.”

He pushed open the cage door, forcing her to stumble back. When his boots hit the ground, so did her heart. He took his sweet time, stretching from the cramped cage and taking in what surroundings he could see in the black night, that wicked smugness on his face the whole while.

“I would have preferred a little chase to make this more entertaining, but I guess this does save on time ... and it just proved my hunch was right.” With a smirk, he slowly closed the door of the cage again, forcing her to follow.

Roan, please ... eep!” She pleaded before yelping when his full hand clapped loudly against her ass cheek, grabbing the soft flesh so tight that it bulged through his fingers. The feeling made her blush, her breathing hard and ragged.

“Why are you scared, kitten? You were hissing at me a moment ago. I promised I wouldn’t hurt you.” He slapped her other ass cheek this time, making her gasp and whimper, squirming uncomfortably. “You could fight me. Use your magic. I won’t retaliate.”

Pressing his bulge against the space between her ass cheeks, he held her hips tight and leaned over her back to breathe against her ear in a husky growl. “But you won’t. You like being submissive, you just don’t know it, yet.” She could hear that awful grin behind her. “But I’m about to prove it to you.”

His hands glided up over her arms to press her palms against the wooden floor of the cage, still warm from when he had sat there. “You will keep your hands right there, or your punishment” he spanked her hard enough to make her yelp again “will double each time.”

“Roan, I– ah!” He slapped her twice quickly, making her whimper through clenched teeth.

“The only thing I want to hear from you are your moans.” His direct, commanding tone made her shudder up to her ears. She squirmed with a whimper as his hands ran over her thighs, his tone returning to its sensual teasing. “Next time, love, it’s going to be 4 slaps. Then 8. Any more than that, and, well, I’ll just assume you like it. Now, you stay just like this until I’m done. I have no intentions of underestimating your big, bad daddy again. Though, I suspect he might be a bit busy at the moment.”

Snapping a branch off the nearest tree, Roan walked around the small camp in a circle before etching symbols into the ground.

“Even though I didn’t request any back up, my teacher wouldn’t let me continue on my own if I was willing to contact him through spell. He would, of course, send my partner. A stone giant, straight from the mountain ranges of Dreglegar, so your kitty cat’s claws won’t be much good, and neither will his magic. So, while your pussy gets fucked, I’m about to fuck your pussy.”

His vulgar threat made her shudder again, her head reeling. “Uh, R-Roan, listen. M-Maybe we can make a deal?”

She did not like the way he sucked in his breath and grinned. Uttering the same spell he had with her, the barrier enclosed them in a faint shimmer. Plucking his thick cloak from the side of the wagon it had been draped over, he turned back to her and stalked up behind her slowly, causing her heart to pound even harder.

“Oh, little kitten,” he chuckled with a sweetness that made all the hairs stand on her body. “Deals are made between equals. There’s nothing equal between us right now. I’m the one in control here. The correct word for this situation would be terms. And my terms are I command, and you obey. And well, you just broke those terms. Naughty girl. Only this time, I think you need some skin to skin contact to get the point across.”

Her whole body clenched up, feeling the cool night air on skin that had just been covered.

Pushing her leggings to the ground, he felt his own get tight in a hurry. His eyes followed those legs that went on forever to the space at their meeting, only just barely hidden to his view by the tunic that had been tucked in. What he could see shining on her thighs made him chuckle.

“My, my, darling, you are drenched. Why do you play so coy when you’ve been so excited from the start? I figured you were. You had every opportunity to avoid me.” She squeaked when he slapped her. “You could have sat anywhere else.” She grit her teeth against another. “But you were liking it too much.” Once more, stinging her skin. “It only proves my hunch right. You wanted this. And it’s too late to turn back now.”

Instead of spanking her as she anticipated, she felt his rough touch send a hot jolt of electricity through her loins. Trembling in uncertainty, the way she blushed so dark all the way up her ears, her mouth falling open with harsh gasps, told him everything he needed to know. It was difficult to stay focused as excitement pulsed through him.

She was struggling to understand why she was liking any of this. Maybe she had been curious, but now things were out of hand. Speaking of hands, Roan’s was touching her in ways that made her body betray her further. Slipping his fingers back and forth over her whole slit until he had her panting, his fingertips dipped deeper and deeper into the source of her ache.

When she felt his fingers stretch her, pressing into her body, however, she flinched, trying to jerk away. “Roan! S-Stop! Please...!”

This time, his slap cracked hard against the firm flesh of her rump, enough to make her cry out with an echo around them. Before she could protest, his finger entangled in her hair, jerking her head back as he leaned over her, holding her hip tight against his.

“Oh, no, kitten. I told you no speaking for a reason. Your mouth is spouting nonsense. You want this so bad, you haven’t even noticed I can only have one of these barriers up at a time. You’re so submissive, you’ve been staying put all– on– your– own.”

His hand had slipped between her thighs, rubbing her hazy. With each taunting word, two of his fingers– each almost as thick as two of her own– had pressed deeper into her, leaving her gasping. Pulling her head back further, he possessed her mouth, crushing her lips and not giving the option of refusal.

Honestly, the thought to bite down on his invading tongue occurred to her for a split second, but it was burned up in the fever that was consuming her. Feeling so weak to her own impulses, she didn’t do much to stop him. She had to keep her hands where he had put them just to hold herself up.

As her knees trembled, feeling warm and slick all the way down, Roan released her mouth, letting her gasp for air.

“Go ahead and give in, love,” he encouraged gruffly, not relenting on the stimulation. “To your knees.”