Page 33 of Tyrant

Hit.

Oh, that’s right.

There was… Des…?

He said…

“You need some coffee,” a voice says next to me.

I scream and launch myself off my feet. I grab the first thing I can find which is a dark green bar of hand soap and I launch it across the bathroom at Tyrant. The soap hits the wall next to him, leaving a few small shavings stuck to the wall.

“What the fuck did you do to me last night?” I ask. “You think this is a game? I’ll fucking leave. I’ll escape. I’ll call the police! You fucking drugged me!”

My only escape is getting by Tyrant. My only choice is to run after him and attack him. The problem with that theory is that my mind is stronger than my body right now. I end up stumblingand flopping right into Tyrant’s muscular arms. He catches me with ease and I try to hit him but he grabs my wrist.

He moves fast, somehow getting behind me. He shoves me against the bathroom wall, his hands holding my wrists up over my head. Then it becomes one hand holding both wrists while the other grabs my throat.

Ironic enough, I’m nose-level with the spot on the wall where I threw the bar of soap at him. All I smell is some kind of manly pine scent all while having Tyrant pressing his huge body against mine.

I’m a fucking captive right now. I dare myself to fight back.

Thrust your hips! Kick back at his knee! Try to hit his balls! Throw your head back over and over!

Yet all of that becomes a fading voice because somewhere inside the depths of my soul… I think I like this. Being tossed around. Thrown against a wall. Pinned against a wall. My hands above my head. My wrists starting to hurt. Tyrant’s large size pushing harder at me.

Not to mention I can feel the swell of his…cock… The thing is almost touching the middle of my back.

“Are we done now, Sera?” Tyrant’s voice growls.

My body shivers. I don’t respond.

“I asked you a fucking question,claimed one,” he growls.

“Yes,” I say very quietly.

“Inexcusable way to speak to me,” Tyrant says. “I’m sick of fucking waiting around for you.”

His left hand touches the front of my pants and next thing I know the button is undone and his left hand grabs hold of my pants.And my panties.

He drives my pants and panties down to the backs of my thighs. The fingertips of his left hand graze my skin, over my left ass cheek.

“This is what happens when you act this way toward me, Sera,” Tyrant whispers but there’s still a slight growl.

His touch is gone but returns a fraction of a moment later with a slap to my ass. I gasp and jump. I suck in a breath and hold it.

Tyrant just slapped my ass!

I freeze in place, waiting for something like shock to hit me. But it doesn’t.

“I am yourace,” Tyrant says. “You are myclaimed one. Do I need to punish you again?”

Part of my brain screamsYES! Yes! Do it again! Harder!My left ass cheek stings. Just a little. Tyrant did not smack me as hard as he could have.

His hand touches my left ass cheek, his thumb sliding between my cheeks, gently moving, digging, working his way toward…

I let out a loud groan. It might be the most embarrassing sound I’ve ever made in my entire life. My entire body blushes. I’m red-hot, sweat starting to collect from every pore on my body.

“Are you done,claimed one?”

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