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  She shook her head and he watched her as she did, not wasting a drop of the stuff. “Good girl,” he said. “Very good girl.”

  Chapter Six

  Livvie scratched another line onto the side of the nightstand, feeling duplicitous as she did. She was marking her days, not wanting to lose track of time. She couldn’t recall ever feeling so confused in her life. She should only be trying to escape, to get back to her city, to her sister. She should rejoin her squadron and alert them to Ouray’s existence. But that thought made her skin prickle. The thought of Jenna, of Hayden being attacked. The thought of escaping the camp left her feeling afraid and alone.

  Hayden had left for headquarters not ten minutes ago. He wouldn’t be back until dinner, but he’d said he had to finalize some arrangements and would maybe have a job for her starting tomorrow. She’d been here more than a week now.

  The memory of last night was so fresh she’d woken with it on the forefront of her mind. God, what he’d done to her. What she’d done to him! She’d taken—she’d wanted to take—a man’s cock into her mouth. She’d swallowed what he’d given her! She’d let him bury his face between her legs and made her feel like she’d never felt before—barring the last time with him and those few dreams she’d had. She’d never considered that, never knew it was a possibility or that it was something that could feel so good.

  She rolled over onto her stomach and pulled his pillow close to her, hugging it. Inhaling deeply, she held the scent of him as she spread her legs and slipped a hand between them. She moaned almost immediately just by the pressure of cupping what seemed to now be her constantly swollen, damp sex.

  “No,” she said out loud. She got up out of the bed and went into the bathroom to shower. She was lying in her enemy’s bed, letting him do things to her body, teaching her pleasure, while her sister was in danger. She closed her eyes as cold water ran over her body. The only thing wrong with that statement, the only thing that would make things difficult was that she wasn’t sure at all that he was the enemy.

  * * *

  Livvie pushed the window open and climbed out into the garden. She looked around, satisfied with herself. She was free, almost. She was at least out of the house. But now what? She walked around to the back, which was almost flush with a steep, flat face of rock. Looking up, all she saw was mountain and sky. This wasn’t the way out. She turned back and walked around to the other side. This was scalable, she could climb this, but within a few steps, she could already see the top of the fence.

  “Crap,” she said, heading back down. Just as she stood wiping dirt from her hands and pants, thinking of her next move, a car turned the corner. His car. Her eyes widened and her heartbeat picked up. She’d never make it to the other side of the house without him seeing her. Not from the front yard at least. She turned quickly to squeeze herself through the small space between the back of the house and the side of the mountain. She moved as quickly as she could to the other side. She heard him park the car on the driveway just as she reached the window. He killed the engine and opened the door while she struggled to push the window open. She heard the door slam when she managed to get it up and sling one leg inside.

  She would have made it in before him. She might even have had another opportunity to use the window as an exit if she hadn’t panicked and dropped it on her leg, effectively trapping herself half in, half out of the house.

  “Ow!” she squeaked, still trying to be silent even though she knew she’d be caught and punished.

  In the next moment, the weight of the window was lifted off her trapped thigh and she sat straddling the sill, staring into Hayden’s very amused eyes.

  “Need a hand?” he asked.

  “I think I can manage,” she said, swinging her other leg inside. Once she was in, she shook off her hands and turned to close the window. “Well,” she said, facing him again. “You should get that lock looked at.”

  “Is that so?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest.

  “I thought I heard something so I figured I’d check the locks. It’s a good thing I did.”

  He smiled, obviously amused. “All locks worked before you moved in, Livvie.”

  “Or so you thought.”

  “Would you prefer to take your spanking upstairs or downstairs?” he asked.

  Her body reacted immediately to his words, her nipples hardening, her pussy clenching in anticipation.

  “I’d prefer not to take a spanking at all, actually.”

  “I bet. Upstairs or downstairs?”

  She inhaled and exhaled, looked at his fixed expression, and headed toward the ladder. Once upstairs, she sat on the edge of the bed and waited. He took his time and she wondered what he was doing, whether he was purposely stretching out her wait time. It was a good while before she heard him climbing up and when she did, her heartbeat quickened, not to mention her sudden awareness of the moisture that dampened her panties. It was as if that part of her were anticipating something entirely different from the pain and humiliation her brain expected.

  “What was your plan, exactly?” Hayden asked, looking down at her as he rolled up his shirtsleeves.

  She looked from his big hands to his powerful forearms to his face. “I’m cooped up in here all day with nothing to do. I didn’t really have a plan. I just…” she didn’t want to let on that she was worried about her sister, although she suspected he had some idea. Admitting it though would tell him with no uncertainty that she believed what he’d said, that Magnus One was corrupt and that they, the resistance fighters, were the good guys. “I just wanted to get some fresh air.”

  He stood watching her. “Stand up.”

  She did, just barely able to meet his gaze. She was embarrassed, nervous, and anticipating all at once. Her body was learning to react to him in ways she couldn’t quite understand or manage.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  “Everything?” she asked.

  “Everything,” he said.

  “Can’t you spank me over my clothes?”

  “I suppose I could, but I prefer you naked.”

  Knowing an argument wouldn’t help, she pushed her boots off her feet and reached for the hem of her sweater, pulling it over her head. She then unbuttoned her jeans, aware of his eyes on her the entire time as she pushed them down. They were inside out by the time she got them off and stood in bra and panties.

  “Go on,” he said, settling himself on the edge of the bed.

  She reached for the clasp of her bra and slid one strap off, then the other, trying to keep her breasts hidden for as long as she could. Once she pushed her panties down, she became very aware of how wet she was and wondered how she was going to hide that fact from him.

  His eyes grazed her body while she first folded her arms over her breasts, then moved one to cover her mound.

  “Lie across my lap.”

  It was as if those words alone fired her insides.

  When she remained standing a moment longer, he gestured to his lap without offering help. Instead, he watched as she came closer and awkwardly situated herself so that she could lower herself in some way that wouldn’t utterly shame her. She realized quickly, however, that that was an impossibility. She placed her hands on his thigh as she lay her torso across his lap, then inched forward, still trying to hold on to him for support.

  “Hands on the floor, Olivia,” he said.

  Shame turned her face red as she reached for the floor, but she determined she would not cry. With her hands on the floor like this, she had to almost move to tiptoe, which forced her to lift her hips higher. She kept her buttocks and thighs tightly together and looked straight down at the floor.

  His big hand came to rest on her cheeks and she tightened even more.

  “There are ways to make you unclench, Olivia,” he said, caressing her. “I can guarantee you won’t like them.” His hand was still gently circling, his attention to her bare, vulnerable bottom so incredibly arousing even as she knew pain was ne
xt on the agenda. “You have a gorgeous ass and I’ll be honest, I’m very much looking forward to spanking you, but I won’t begin until you’ve relaxed your muscles. I’ll give you just one moment to decide if you need help with it.”

  “You’re awful,” she said, still refusing to look at him.

  “I don’t think you believe that,” he said, his hand swiping between her thighs as soon as she softened her muscles. “In fact, I think some part of you quite enjoys submitting to me.”

  She was about to shoot a smart remark at him when the flat of his palm smacked her ass hard.

  “Ow!” It came out more as a squeak than anything else.

  “I’m considering maintenance spankings, just to get you accustomed to my ways,” he said, ignoring her squeals and draping a leg over hers when she tried to wriggle away. “I think, in fact,” he continued as he spanked her buttocks, “you’ll find yourself anticipating those nights.”

  “I will…ow…never…” she grunted, “look forward, ow, ow, ow…to being degraded like this.” She reached back instinctively with one hand to cover herself.

  “Hands on the floor, Olivia.”

  “I hate you, Hayden.”

  “I prefer Sir when I punish you. Or Commander.”

  “I hate you, Sir!” she repeated as his spanks grew harder and hit across both thighs and buttocks now. She groaned and wriggled to free herself, the sting of his hand burning her sensitized flesh. “I hate you!”

  “Tell me why I’m spanking you, Olivia,” he said.

  “Because you’re a sadist, Hayden.”

  He chuckled for a moment, but spanked that much harder, twenty more swats in quick succession across her ass.

  “Because you’re a sadist, Sir!” She couldn’t help herself even though she knew she was digging her own grave.

  “You’re pretty tough, considering your delicate position. One more chance.”

  “Fuck you.” She knew it was stupid and that he was right. He could do whatever he wanted to do to her. She was his prisoner and he was twice her size.

  “You do make it fun, I’ll give you that,” he said. Then, to her surprise, the spanking stopped. “Spread your legs.”

  She took them about an inch wider.

  “I’m going to need more than that.”

  “Please, Commander. I’m sorry,” she said, still facing the floor. The tears she’d managed to contain up until now threatened.

  “Pride is not a great quality, Olivia, but lucky for you, I’m a patient man.” He wrapped one giant hand around one of her thighs. “Now, if you don’t want me to take my belt to your ass, spread your legs and spread them wide.”

  It took just one quick glance over her shoulder to know he was dead serious, to know her humiliation was just beginning. Returning her glance to the floor, she spread her legs as wide as she could.

  “Good girl,” he said. “Do you feel what spanking you does to me, Livvie?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir,” she answered quietly, knowing he referred to the stiff bulge that was pressing into her naked belly.

  Two fingers swiped at her inner thigh, just below the crease of her buttocks where a sticky film coated the flesh. She couldn’t help her gasp as those fingers traveled upward toward her soaked pussy, slipping forward to tease her clit before returning to the opening of her sex. He hovered there, lightly touching, circling.

  She wasn’t sure what was worse, the sexual humiliation or the pain of a spanking.

  “I think taking the spanking has the same effect on you,” he taunted.

  She remained completely still as his fingers tripped lightly over her swollen, slick pussy, but when those same digits traveled up her cleft toward her back hole, she instinctively clenched her buttocks together.

  “No,” he said, keeping his hand where it was. “Open for me. I want to see your ass.”

  “Please, I’m sorry,” came her small voice. Her mouth and throat were so dry, so thick, the sound barely registered to her own ears.

  “Show me, Livvie,” he said, caressing her as he eased her legs to relax and open once again. Two moist fingers settled over her tight hole and as ashamed as she felt, as she knew she should feel, she couldn’t not acknowledge the fierce arousal, the need to have him touch her, to make her come again, even as she buried her face in her hands in humiliation.

  * * *

  Hayden’s cock throbbed to be inside her. Her buttocks were red, his handprint clear in some spots. Her little pink pussy was slick, the lips open, inviting, and her asshole tight as he pressed two fingers against it, not planning on pushing through just yet. He wanted to fuck her pussy first; he wanted her to beg for that, in fact.

  “Beautiful, Livvie. You should see yourself.”

  “No,” came her quick response, although he hadn’t meant it as a question.

  “Do you want to come?” he asked, still pressing against her anus as he stretched his hand to thumb her clit.

  She groaned and he imagined at the battle inside her mind right now, bent over his lap, freshly spanked, spread open and being caressed in every secret place. The thought took him to the edge. He lifted her onto the bed and laid her on her back.

  She looked up at him and he noticed how she kept her legs spread as he pulled his shirt off, then stripped off his jeans. He climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked, her voice betraying her fear.

  “I’m going to work on your pride,” he said, placing a hand on either of her thighs to hold her spread wide.

  She eyed his cock.

  “Reach down and touch yourself, Livvie. Keep your legs spread wide, put your fingers on your pussy and play with yourself while I watch,” he said, his eyes fixed on hers as he released one of her legs and gripped his cock.

  She stared as he massaged the length of it and moved tentatively to just touch her mound.

  “You can do better than that,” he said. She began to work her fingers over her clit and turned away.

  “Eyes on me,” he said.

  Once she obeyed, he released his cock to slide his hand once again between her buttocks and to her bottom hole.

  She stopped rubbing.

  “Go on, Livvie. Keep rubbing your pussy,” he said. “It will likely be easier to take my finger inside your ass if you do it.”

  Her neck and face blushed pink, but she kept her eyes on his. He could almost see how she struggled against the passion she felt, the desire his words stirred. He pressed the digit against her asshole and her fingers worked again.

  “Good girl. Keep looking at me, I want to watch your face, and maybe, if you ask nicely, I’ll put my cock inside your hot little pussy and make you come,” he said.

  Hayden patiently worked his finger against her tight rear passage and it eventually gave way. As he slowly penetrated, he saw how she began rubbing harder, opening wider to him. She was all but panting when he slid his finger all the way inside her, then pulled out and did it again. Her fingers worked her clit madly now and her forehead was damp with sweat.

  He wasn’t going to last long and he questioned for a moment whether it was too fast for her, too much. He watched her work her fingers over her pussy, concentrating on her clit, keeping her eyes on his just as he’d instructed.

  Unable to resist, he brought the tip of his cock to the mouth of her pussy and held there, taking in the heat of her.

  “Hayden,” she began. “Sir.”

  He pulled his finger out of her ass and dipped the bulbous head of his cock into the entrance with a groan as his other hand closed over her hip. “Fuck, Livvie,” he said. “You feel so good.”

  “Please,” she begged, reaching her sticky hand to his chest, his arm, pulling him toward her.

  “Please what?” he asked, daring to press his cock a little deeper, knowing he would hit her virgin barrier soon, wanting to take her, to have her.

  “Please…make me…come.”

  “Ask me to fuck you, Livvie. Say the words
,” he said, moving his torso closer as his cock moved slowly inside her. He’d hold back until he heard the words, even though all he wanted to do was bury his cock in to the hilt. But that would hurt her and he didn’t want to hurt her. He’d have to go easy, at least at first.

  “Yes. Fuck me, please,” she begged. “I want you to fuck me.”

  His full weight on top of her, Hayden bit into her shoulder as he moved his hips, penetrating her deeper. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman. “It’s going to hurt for a minute, Livvie. Just for a minute.”

  She made a small, almost frightened sound and try as he might, he was unable to be gentle, to take his time.

  She groaned and pushed her hands against his chest as he broke through the barrier, but he didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside her.

  He lifted his torso and, gripping her wrists, he stretched her arms out, then linked his fingers through hers.

  “Shh. That was the worst of it. Open your eyes, Livvie,” he said. “Look at me.”

  He began to move slowly inside her as she opened her eyes and he found them almost paler than usual, softer. Her lips were swollen and he reached his mouth to hers. She opened when he did, moaning into his mouth, exhaling her breath as her pussy began to clench around his cock. He released her mouth to look down at her face, her eyes far away now. He fucked her harder, no longer caring if it hurt her, knowing she needed him deep inside as much as he needed to be there. She bit her lip with a long moan and even though he knew he should pull out, knew he shouldn’t come inside her womb, he was unable to. Instead, he thrust hard and deep as his cock throbbed and ecstasy absorbed him.

  They lay in silence for long moments and it was she who moved first. He remained with his eyes closed as she ran her fingers over the contours of his face, his jaw, his chest.

  “Sometimes when I look at you, you look so…I don’t know, like I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

  His eyes flew open.

  “It’s stupid, huh? I mean, how would I know you?”