Page 16 of Gladiator's Captive
Shame burned my cheeks as I understood I was turned on by the domination, by this manhandling, this huge brute putting his hands on me.
Then my dress was swung above my head, exposing my bare bottom to the moonlight—and to Rager’s view.
All thoughts of arousal deserted me and I turned into a feral, vicious animal. I shrieked and kicked, gone mad with the shame of being exposed this way. It was useless, as all Rager had to do to keep me firmly in place was put his hand between my shoulder blades, the pressure enough to prevent any escape.
“You are a female under my protection and this means you have to follow my orders.” Rager spoke, his voice cold and calm. Utterly unaffected by my mad attempt at escaping his hold. “I will punish you until you accept this as a fact.”
“Never!” I shouted, still struggling under Rager’s hold, my naked ass bared to his view. “I owe you nothing!”
The first blow on my naked flesh shocked me into a stupor.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh, one strong and hard, the other supple and vulnerable, rose in the empty desert sky. Silence followed that first blow as my mouth hung slightly open, my mind rebelling against reality, refusing what had just happened. A stinging burn covered the helpless, tender flesh of my left ass cheek, pain forcing my mind to accept that this was happening.
Rager had just spanked me.
Another blow, this time on my right cheek, shocked my brain back into work. Then into overdrive as an even greater burn covered my sensitive flesh.
“I warned you of what would happen if you challenged my authority.” Rager’s voice rang, cool as ice, spraying oil over the ambers of my rising outrage. Another series of stinging blows covered my upper thighs, spreading a searing pain all over my skin. “Now you will have to learn your lesson the hard way.”
“Let me go, you bastard.”
In a fit of pure, mindless rage, I turned my head and did the only thing I could think of. I bit into the flesh of Rager’s thigh, my blunt, short teeth grabbing as much of it as I could. A male roar followed, but was soon swallowed by my own cry of pain as another blow landed in the middle of both my cheeks, much harder than the previous ones.
Then another. And another.
“You will obey me.” Rager’s voice was still controlled and emotionless, but there was a heaviness to it. His cock was impossibly hot and hard under my stomach, pushing into my flesh. “You will respect my authority.”
Something feral and rebellious had awoken inside me. I was no longer the scared, meek little girl living under her father’s thumb, afraid of incurring the wrath of the powerful man reigning over her existence.
No. I was a wild animal, cornered into the fight of its life. And I wasn’t going to sell my life cheap.
“You have no authority over me!”
A male growl rippled across the air, full of wrath and power. Rager moved behind me, his hips rocking side to side. I struggled to see what he was doing, but he held me too well in place and I couldn’t turn my head enough. Fear ran amok in my body, my ass cheeks burning with the sting of his hands and my face on fire with outrage and shame.
I wasn’t going to be cowed like a scared little girl. Not by him, not by anyone.
“I am in charge of you, whether you accept it or not.” Rager’s voice wasn’t calm anymore. It was husky and deep, filled around the edges with an animal growl. “And this will be the price for your continued defiance. I had hoped you would let me give you only a slight lesson, that you would not force me into punishing you this harshly, but you are headstrong, brash, and in need of learning that the rules apply to you. The rules I make and the rules you follow. Without asking, without delay, and certainly without disobeying.”
The crack of leather on leather rang above my head, loud and dry. Then I understood. That movement, those sounds.
Rager intended to do more than spank me. He intended to belt me.
For a surreal moment, I was utterly still as the sound of the leather whipping through the air reached my ears. Then pain came, blinding, biting, like nothing I had ever felt. I screeched and thrashed as more blows landed on my bare bottom in a fast, merciless succession. The burn on my skin spread, covering my entire backside and the top of my thighs, but still, there was more pain to bear. More shame to feel. Rager wasn’t finished with me.
I wasn’t even aware of the moment I started to cry.
The sound of flesh being punished, over and over again, filled the air between my sobs. Finally, just as I thought I could not stand more, Rager stopped.
“Do you accept my dominion over you?” His voice was severe, no trace of shame or regret over what he had done to me. No mercy to be expected there.
My skin burned, from my ass cheeks to my upper thighs, the pain seeping into my flesh. But pain wasn’t the only sensation I felt. A fire had been lit, somewhere deep and hidden inside of me, resilient and delicious. That fire was heating in my lower belly, wet and needy, female. Yearning for more punishment even as my eyes were filling with tears. For more of this delicious surrender that had me pulsing and ready for more dominance, more male power.
“Yes.” My voice was shaking and full of sobs, defeated. “Now let me go.”
“Not yet.”
This time, there was another kind of heaviness in Rager’s voice, something male and indefinitely more dangerous. Once more, I became aware of the hardness pushing against my stomach. Arousal washed over me, coating my pussy, dripping down further between my lower lips to the soft inside of my thighs. The smell of my pussy coated the air, strong and heady. Undeniable.
