His words were like a slap to the face. His anger and his disappointment in her behavior stung, and she instantly regretted her words. “You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just that this whole place is like a bad dream. I want it to end right now.” Tears welled in her eyes and flooded over. “It’s just so awful. I want to be saved—not later—this second. I want those women unchained and set free. Waiting will be a far worse torture than anything I have yet experienced.”
Decker pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head. “And it will be over soon. You will be rescued. My hunting trip yesterday was my last, and with the intel I gave them, they are prepared to invade.” He pulled away and placed his palms on each side of her face. “But I am going to keep you with me until that time happens. I can’t risk you blowing the mission by allowing your emotions to get in the way. I need you to do as I command. Can you do that?”
She nodded and whispered, “Yes.”
“I promise you, Jessa. I give you my word as a man that you will get out of this alive.”
34
Jessa walked around his cabin, crunching on an apple Decker had given her for breakfast. A shower and another fresh shirt from the dresser, and she almost felt human again. Almost.
“All right, take off your clothes and come here.” Decker didn’t sound mean or even that he was giving a strict order, but he did sound firm.
“What? Why? I thought you said—”
“I don’t plan on breeding with you, but I can’t lead you outside and not make it look like I did. I can’t make Rune think I’m being easy on you, or it will give up my cover.”
That made sense to Jessa, so she walked over to him, removing his shirt from her body as she did so. She stood before him and waited—for what she wasn’t sure.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her onto his lap. “Lay back over my lap.” He helped position her body so she laid on her back, draped over his lap, face up. The position was awkward, embarrassing and caused her to feel extremely vulnerable. He rested his hand on her belly and looked into her eyes. “Those men out there are going to look at your pussy. Gawk at it, is more like it. They will expect to see it inflamed and raw from a night and full day’s worth of fucking. I need to give it that appearance.”
Jessa’s eyes widened, and her stomach did a flip. “How?”
“By spanking your pussy lips.” He said it so matter of factly that Jessa almost giggled.
“Spank my pussy?” she squeaked. The idea both terrified as well as sent a delightful little shiver from her head to her toes. Not a part of her body was hidden from Decker’s view, and she truly was at his mercy—and, God forbid, she liked it.
He answered her question by lifting up is palm and smacking it down onto her pussy. She flinched and cried out, but didn’t try to get off his lap or stop him. He did it again, and again.
“Oh, Jesus,” she gasped.
The feeling of the sting and slight bite knocked the breath right out of her. As much as she knew she should fight him, demand for him to stop, even scream for mercy, she couldn’t. God help her, she wanted more…harder…pain. She wanted the pain. No…she craved it. She hungered for it. She all but begged for it.
He used his fingertips to spank all around her pussy lips, the heat of his touch setting her ablaze. Who was this man? Why did he have the power over her that she would never have considered giving to any man before?
Decker paused with the pussy spanking and stared into her eyes. “Are you all right?” What an odd question to ask as he intentionally punished her most intimate flesh.
“I’m burning alive. You are catching me aflame like a witch at the post.”
Heaven, Hell…both. Decker gave her both.
“A little bit longer,” was his reply as he continued to pepper her cunt. “You’re getting nice and pink and swollen.”
And wet, she knew she was getting wet. She could feel the sticky fluid and could even hear the wetness make contact with Decker’s hand with every spank. There was no way to hide her desire.
Just when she couldn’t take another touch without demanding that he do more than just spank her, Decker stopped. He flipped her over onto her stomach and began spanking her on her rear again. Although this time, it felt different than before. It actually felt…good. She couldn’t resist bucking her hips to meet each swat of his hand. She wanted to be spanked. She wanted to feel the heat, the connection, the throb to match the deep pulsating in her pussy.