Page 8 of Own to Obey

He pushed her backward until she reached the bed and dropped down onto it, trapping her legs between his as he stood.

She swallowed as she looked up at his enormous frame hulked over her, the nerves in her swirling and expanding wondering what he was going to do next. When he started to undo his pants, she tried to control her fear. She expected this; it wasn’t a surprise, but she refused to break. She repeated it like a mantra in her mind as his cock was released from its constraints.

It was just as thick and as long as she suspected from the way it felt invading her earlier that day, but when the shinno took her hand and placed it on his shaft, she wasn’t expecting it to be smooth. He rubbed her hand along it, and she watched as the skin slid back and forth, the tip oozing with fluid the longer she stared, a warm pungent scent filling the space between them.

Releasing her hand, his slipped his fingers around the back of her neck and brought her lips to his tip. She glanced up at him, hoping he wouldn’t want more, but there was a fierceness in his eyes that told her he would not let her stop.

Opening her mouth wide, she took him in slowly and held him there for a moment, running her tongue over his skin. It felt… strange but not unpleasant. His taste and smell had an odd effect on her body as it had earlier, but the tingling quiver in between her legs surprised her. The shinno thrust his cock into the back of her throat, and she choked, gagging and retching. Just as she thought she might vomit, he pulled his cock almost all the way out, so her lips were on the tip, and waited for her to recover.

Shaya composed herself, tears gathering as she swallowed, and the shinno began again. He moved her head so his cock slipped in farther, then out and then in again, sometimes so roughly she choked, other times slow enough for her to savor him on her tongue. She became accustomed to the feeling of her mouth wide, his scent in her nose, and his taste on her tongue, but not to having his cock at the back of his throat.

He sped up, building a rhythm in her mouth, controlling the speed and depth as her saliva coated him and began to drip. Once, her teeth grazed the top of his shaft and he pulled out completely and growled at her, tapping her cheek hard with two fingers, the warning clear. When he put it back in, she made all efforts to avoid it happening again.

Her jaw ached by the time he was thrusting wilder, and suddenly, releasing a gruff, throaty exhale, he spurted a creamy liquid into her mouth. She tried to hold it, but so much came out, it was impossible. His seed erupted from the sides of her mouth and dripped down her chin until she swallowed some. Finally, he pulled her head away and watched, his hand still gripping her head as she swallowed the rest and gasped for breath.

After observing her until her breathing calmed, his seed drying on her face, he leaned forward. “Choya detta mthnoy,” he said, a smug snarl as he added with emphasis, “Shaya.”

Releasing her, he turned and left, buckling himself up as he went.

CHAPTER THREE

SHAYA

The next morning, Shaya was gently shaken awake.

She groaned as she rolled over, her limbs aching, wondering if Kyus would let her have a late morning, but something registered that her bed smelled wrong.

Opening her eyes, the memories of the last day came rushing back and the curly-haired girl who had brought her water the day before was leaning over her bed.

Shaya sat up, pulling the bedsheets around her as the girl pointed to the clothes laid out on the bed. It was a new set of undergarments and another tunic.

The girl stayed while Shaya used the washroom and helped her dress in her new clothes. Shaya didn’t need help, but the girl insisted, and Shaya had to admit the clothes fit better when she adjusted them correctly. The girl then leaned over to take off the material on Shaya’s head, but she stopped her, jerking away. “No,” she said firmly. She didn't want anybody touching her hair. It was bad enough the Alpha had had his hands on it.

Kyus was forced to change her hair a lot so she had taken great pride in Shaya's hair, caring for it and treating it so that it was healthy and abundant. It was the one thing she had left that reminded her of her sister—the Alpha hadn't even allowed her to collect any belongings, he simply took her directly to his ship. Of everything that she had, her hair was the only real thing that reminded her of her sister. She didn't want anyone doing anything to it. She didn’t even know if she could treat it on the ship or in the Southern Lands, she had no idea if they had the various items her sister had used to keep her hair healthy.

The girl stared at her, seeming shocked at her outburst, but Shaya again repeated, although this time of the softer. “No.”

The girl spoke softly in her language, smiling, with hope in her eyes as her hand continued on. Shaya held herself stiff, considering how far she would let her go before she would have to fight her off. And could she even fight her? The girl was smaller than the other tribeswomen she’d seen, but she was still taller than Shaya and definitely more muscular. She remained still as the girl pulled off the material around her head.

Her thick hair released, dropping onto her shoulders and tickling her neck, and she watched the girl, carefully monitoring the next step she intended to take.

She stared at Shaya’s hair for a short time and then lowered her hand and left the room.

Shaya breathed out a sigh of relief. So far this girl had been the only one who had been kind to her and helped her, even giving her water when she felt ill. Shaya really did not want to argue or fight with her, but she felt too protective over her hair, and she doubted that would change.

She sat on the bed, thinking what would happen today. The pain between her legs was gone now, although she still felt strange in that area. She wondered how long it would be before the Alpha wanted her that way again.

The girl entered the room again, but this time she balanced numerous jars, bottles, and combs in her arms. Dropping them on the bed beside Shaya, she opened one, offering it to Shaya and tapping her nose.

Shaya frowned as she inched forward to sniff the jar, and was surprised to find that it was similar to a cream Kyus used on her hair. She opened the rest of the jars and bottles to find creams and oils of varying thickness, consistency, smell, and color. Some of them were extremely familiar, and others seemed promising. The combs were a mixture of all different shapes and sizes. At least three of them were similar to what she’d had at home. She glanced up at the girl who grinned and nodded and pointed to her own curly hair, and Shaya smiled back, tears filling her eyes with relief. “Thank you.”

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For the next few days, Shaya moved from deck to deck cleaning pipes. Almost all the decks seemed the same—a hectic deck but with an area of men staring at boulders, a stern woman in charge, and grubby pipes to clean. As she set to work, the shinno was always working with the boulders, and she never seemed to escape his attention. It was almost as though he was trying to catch her doing something wrong, so she committed to doing everything she was told so he couldn’t punish her. Yet whenever he escorted her back to her room, he continued pushing her mouth down onto his cock until he came in her mouth.

She still refused to look at him or respond when he called her Shaya, but now it was as though he was excited by it. When he escorted her to and from each deck, he whispered words in her ear and said her name in such low, lewd tones that her face heated and she couldn’t look at him, even though she didn’t understand the words.

One afternoon, the shinno escorted her to her room as usual, but this time, when she had her mouth on him, he slipped his hand down the front of her tunic. Shaya was already beginning to tingle between the legs at the smell and taste of him, but when his fingers grazed her already hardened nipple, she couldn’t help but squirm. He played with it roughly, flicking and scratching it, causing jolts of intensity to skid across her body and straight to that spot between her legs. She began to breathe heavy around his cock, and when she moaned, sucking on him as she did, he groaned along with her.

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