Page 46 of Savagely Mated

He fucked my ass. I’ve taken the cocks of these men in both my holes now. I’ve acted like a slut, given myself to them because of some animal instinct that none of us get a choice in.

“Let’s get cleaned up,” he says, taking me by the hand.

We shower, and he dresses. I don’t really have anything to put on besides the clothes I left on the kitchen floor. When I get back down there, clad only in a towel, I find them once more neatlyfolded. I think about the butler, and how many times he has found my garments strewn about the place, abandoned in some fit of rebellion or sexual frenzy.

Just as I get my D2G leathers on, Einar walks in.

“Good.” he says. “You’re up.”

He has no idea how up I am.

“Yeah,” I say. Again, that sense of shyness is coming over me. It’s hard to meet a guy’s eye when he’s pinned me down and ravaged me into sexual submission. I feel my pussy tingle as I look at him, avoiding his gaze.

“Hey,” Rafe says, following him in. I don’t know if we’re going to tell the others that we’ve had sex. Feels like they should also know, but also feels weird to announce it. I know I won’t be saying anything.

He flickers a wink at me. “Are you off to work?”

“She’s not,” Einar says. “She’s going back to school.”

“Say ‘yes, Daddy.’ He likes that,” Rafe grins.

I blush furiously at the idea of calling Einar Daddy. Rafe and Kirin do it in a teasing way, but I don’t think I could pull that off.

“That’s enough out of you,” Einar says. “Darcy, you’re going to school, and you’ll take whatever discipline they decide to give you for going missing.”

“I will not.”

“Yes, you will, or I’ll whip your disobedient ass now, and take you back myself.”

“Fine. Do that.”

Einar makes a move toward me. I gasp, squeal, and dodge away from him. It’s hard to be brave when you actually know what an ass whipping feels like.

“I’m not playing with you,” Einar says, all gruff and alpha. “You need to go back to the academy and act like you normally would—which, given your behavior, means acting like a disobedient, disrespectful little whelp.”

“I have work to do! I told you.”

“Little girl, you are not going to become a professional delivery driver. I forbid it.”

“You’re not my dad, even if they call you Daddy. You can’t tell me what to do.”

That’s what gets me turned over his knee, pants pulled down, flesh exposed as his palm beats a tattoo on my exposed ass. It all happens so quickly I don’t even get a chance to try to run away. He’s fast when he wants to be, and he knows how to throw a girl over his lap.

“You. Are. Going. To. School,” he says, punctuating every single word with a hard slap to one of my punished cheeks.

“Fine! I’ll go to school!” I give in, because it hurts, because I’m tired, and because I am pretty damn close to calling him Daddy.

“Good girl,” he says, though not with the inflection that makes me all warm and giggly. “I know you are, because I’m taking you there myself.”

He lets me up, and I scramble to my feet, trying to cover myself up as quickly as possible.

“You don’t have to come with me. I’ll go,” I say, putting my clothes on for what feels like the seventeenth time this morning.

“I am going to make sure you’re delivered properly,” Einar insists.

“I can’t sneak in with you,” I say.

“You’re not going to sneak in. You’re going in through the front door.”

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