“Yes,” he growled down at her, enjoying her wide-eyed expression. Her face was flushed with a rosy pink coloration which signified she was not far off orgasm. He wanted her to come on his cock. He wanted to feel her tight, wet pussy contract in those familiar orgasmic waves which pleasured his cock in a way no other female had ever managed to.
He was so caught up in the pleasure of fucking her to a disciplinary climax, he didn’t notice her hand swinging up toward him until it was too late, and the flat of her palm met with his cheek in a hard slap.
She’d hit him. This smart little brat had dared strike him. Her blow hadn’t hurt, of course. She didn’t have the strength to cause him pain. But he knew she had intended to hurt him, and striking the face was an act of disrespect on any planet.
He let out a ferocious growl and fucked her harder than before, slamming inside her, stretching her impudent little hole, showing her that she was his. His to fuck. His to own. His to use. And his to punish.
Just as she was on the verge of climax, pink-faced, teary-eyed, and with her tight cunt already starting those desperate milking contractions, he pulled free of her pussy, tossed her back over onto her stomach, and resumed the lashing.
“Every time you defy me, I will punish you more harshly than I did the last," he informed her, his hard cock jutting from his pelvis, gleaming with the juices of his human pet. “I will not stop until you are broken and obedient. Now. What do you say.”
There were only two words she could say. Two words which reclaimed her pride, even in the midst of carnal humiliation. He had fucked her right to the verge of coming, and now he held her there, expecting her to capitulate in order to earn her orgasm.
But Katie would not be broken. She would not submit. No matter how fucking much her pussy ached and clenched against the cock she so desperately wished was there.
When she spoke, it was deliberate and hissed with all the venom she could muster.
“Fuck. You.”
Dominax sighed, as if disappointed.
“Wrong answer.”
He reached once more for his lash. He could make her scream – and he did, with multiple harsh cuts of the leather-like material which punished her most effectively.
Still she refused to submit. She could sense victory so very close. If he could not whip her into apology or submission, then perhaps he would give up and return her to her home.
Katie had a secret weapon. Her own filthy body which perverted the mechanisms of desire. Every time the lash landed, all the heat and pain swelled through her body and was converted by some biological alchemy into the most intense pleasure she had ever felt.
Being fucked was one thing, but being lashed to orgasm was even better because it was gratification with a side of defiance. She hid her pleasure in cries, climaxing against sheets sodden with her own juices. Her clit rubbed the bed with every wicked slap inflicted upon her by the domineering king, until she felt a black wave of completion roll over her, draining every nerve of its power and then flashing back with such incredible intensity she screamed at the top of her lungs.
She was sobbing by the time he stopped, tears coursing down her cheeks in a display of contrition, or maybe loathing, or just pain. Tears were a very ineffective means of communication as far as Dominax was concerned because they could mean almost anything, especially in the human form.
Her hands were clenched in fists with the bedding caught inside them. Her eyes were also squeezed shut. She refused to look at him even as he sat down on the bed beside her and rubbed her back.
“This doesn’t have to be as painful as it is, pet. You don’t have to disobey me. Obedience comes with many rewards besides the absence of pain.”
Her shoulders shook and she buried her face in the blankets. He could feel her hatred and her fear, and he knew that he was not handling this well. Every species had its own requirements for handling, and he had imagined that the rebellion of the human called for a punishment harsh enough to quell that rebellion. It stood to reason, after all. Now, he wondered if he had perhaps damaged her beyond repair.
“What can I do to make you happy, Katie?”
She fell silent and refused to speak again. She was untouchable. She was irrepressible. And she was the female of his dreams. But they couldn’t go on like this. He couldn’t beat her and claim her until she fell insensate. What was happening wasn’t love. It wasn’t lust. It wasn’t domination. It was something so twisted he didn’t recognize himself. Her insolence made him want to beat her again. Her beauty made him want to fuck her hard. But what he had done might have been an act of cruelty he could not forgive himself for.