Page 49 of Mated

His words are somewhat stiff and formal, but I can feel the pain in them. He missed me. He worried about me. He looked for me. And he found me.

Now he’s spanking me.

His palm meets my ass hard and fast and continues to do so until my toes are drumming against the floor and I am writhing in the leg-lock he had the foresight to put me in before starting.

Cain whips me with his hand for longer than I think I can handle. He must have smacked me over a hundred times, and he’s still going. Some are hard and some are softer, some are fast and some are slow, but every single one of them builds a painful sting and ache, both of which I try to take as stoically as possible.

“I don’t care what that woman asks of you. She has no power over you anymore, do you understand?”

“I don’t want her to have any. But she raised me. I owe her…”

“You owe her nothing. Not your life, and certainly not your freedom. You almost went to prison, Kira. If I had not found you, you would have thrown everything away for a woman who has never cared for you—and who has no capacity or ability to care for you. Stop trying to make people who don’t love you, love you.”

His words strike harder than any of his slaps.

I’ve spent my entire life trying to become pleasing to someone who cannot be pleased.

It’s never going to happen.

She’s never going to care.

I lost my mother when I was born, and I’ll never have one, no matter how hard I try, or what I do. I could ruin my entire life trying to please my aunt, and pay a debt to her that I never owed.

It is as though floodgates open inside me with that realization. I’ve been trying to make something happen my entire life that will never, ever happen. I cry the same way a newborn baby cries, searching for the comfort I was made to seek, and deprived of it by the same fate that brought me my mate.

Cain picks me up and sits me on his lap. He holds me close as tears spill down my cheeks, wrapping me up in a tight grip that soothes me.

But that is not the end of things. I know he’s not just going to spank my bottom and cuddle me and that’s it, all over. He has comforted me, he has taught me a lesson, and now I am absolutely soaked with desire for him. He is my alpha and my mate. He is my comfort and my protection. He has never shown me anything other than love, even though I’ve done nothing to deserve it.

It suddenly occurs to me that that’s how real love is. You don’t get it because you deserve it. You get it because someone sees something in you and makes a connection with you. It’s not earned. It’s given.

I reach for his cock, rubbing my hand over the crotch of his pants, feeling his erection through the fabric.

“Naughty girl,” he growls, pleased.

“I missed you,” I whimper.

“You missed my cock, didn’t you,” he says.

I nod.

He tips my face up to his, two fingers under my chin. “Say it,” he orders. “Tell me you missed my cock.”

“I missed your cock,” I whimper, blushing furiously as he forces that admission from me.

He frees it from his pants by way of reward, and I feel excitement rushing through me as he shows me that thick rod of flesh that is all for me. He really does have a beautiful dick, and I cannot wait to feel it inside me.

“Get your tight little pussy on this,” he orders. “Show me how wet you are from being spanked like the bad girl you are.”

I squirm on his lap, trying to do as I am told. In the end, I stand in front of him, my back to him, arched to press my ass out so he can help guide my pussy down onto that thick cock of his.

He grips my hips and impales me slowly.

“That’s a good girl,” he snarls as my pussy wraps around him. “That’s right, my little mate. How dare you take this hot cunt away from me without permission. You know you belong to me. You know I need to fuck this hole of yours daily.”

His words are crude as he guides me up and down the length of his dick, slowly filling me up over and over again.

“You’re going to have to be bred much more regularly,” he says. “I don’t know if I should let you have a break from being fucked, or if I should have you keep your pussy open with a toy in between sessions, so you remember what your purpose is.”

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