Emma

Amoris lay beside me, his head propped on his hand, his silky hair spilling over the pillow, his red eyes attentive and curious about…me, I supposed. The male was many things, but ugly wasn’t one of them. He knew it, and he played it to his advantage. He wanted to know about my hut, and I wanted to know about the Above, but neither of us talked. We lay there in silence after I refused to talk about life in the community.

I carried a grudge. He was disappointed with me. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d disappointed people, namely dad, Tom, and many others. But over the years, they’d come to accept that I couldn’t change, and I’d built the wall that protected me from mean people and their unkind words.

Besides, I worked hard around the community, and after Dad’s death, Tom really took a fatherly role for me. He protected me when I’d get bullied. Not so much from people who had grown up here, but from new people from Above who wanted my position. They wanted to be near Tom. They begged to serve him. I believed Tom refused them because he trusted me to take care of him as I took care of my dad. When Dad got sick, I didn’t care that he never wanted me in his life. He was still my father. I nursed him, and I remember Tom sitting outside Sector Eleven and telling me about his daughter, Reagan. He regretted having lost her. I’d asked about his wife. Mrs. Lesnadt was here one day, then the next, she wasn’t. I presumed she’d ventured up Above and the beasts had eaten her, because Tom hadn’t answered me.

Amoris waited for my answer now.

I waited for him, unsure what I waited for. An unfamiliar fluttering started in my belly when Amoris’s eyelids dropped and his gaze found my shoulder. He reached for it and pulled the hem of the dress back up but didn’t take his hand away. I froze, the fluttering in my belly intense and spreading down. I felt myself dampening my panties.

Amoris’s nostrils flared. “I smell wet pussy.”

My eyes widened. “You really can do that.”

“Mm-hm.” He brushed a claw over my cheek. “Don’t be embarrassed. Be scared.”

“Why should I be scared? I know you’d never hurt your mate.”

“You should be scared, because I’m a captive here. There’s nothing more important to me than my mate and—”

“Ha! That’s odd. Because you seemed quite disappointed.”

“Let me continue. You should be scared, because Tom wants me to mate. Something is very wrong with that. I’m terrified of why that is. Now that they’re certain you are mine, I’m terrified they’ll threaten you to get information from me.”

“Tom would never hurt me or let anyone else hurt me.”

“You seem certain of it.”

“I am.”

“You were lashed.”

“I broke the rules.”

“Then why does he want me to mate?”

I shrugged, lifting his hand off my shoulder. It slid down and cupped my elbow. His thumb circled the inside of my wrist, and I grew hot again.

Amoris inhaled. “You’re responsive.”

“It tickles.”

“Mm-hm.” He leaned in and brushed his nose with mine. “Does that tickle?”

“Maybe.” I lifted my head and pecked his lips.

Sparks of silver flashed in his eyes. “Little girl, little girl, you’re playing with fire.”

“I’m not little.”

He kissed my nose. “You call out the soft side of me. I’d let you call me Daddy. Would you like that?”

“Um, no. I don’t think…not really.”

“My lord will do.”

“Yes, my lord.” I touched his hair. Had wanted to touch it again since I’d first done it in the bathroom. “It’s not as soft as it looks.”

Amoris kissed his way down my chin and my neck, where he licked, and I giggled. “That tickles.”

A warm palm on the underside of my knee. He pushed up so my knee touched the wall, leaving me open for him. He lifted my left leg and draped it over his hip, then bunched up my dress and pulled it up. The entire time, he stared at me, and I could see his eyes change from red to silver. It started with speckles of silver, but now the silver replaced the red completely. Unsure why, I found his gaze hard to hold, so I focused on his mouth.

His nostrils flared again. Amoris looked handsome and even cute what with his gorgeous hair, eyes framed in large eyelashes, and plush lips. But I also noticed the bones on his face had become more pronounced, his jaw wider. I put a finger on his upper lip and lifted it.

Amoris growled and gripped my thigh, his claws digging in.

I gasped, my insides no longer fluttering. Between my legs, the place ached, and the pain made me lift my hips.

“Are you missing something?” he asked, voice gruff but playful, palm sliding up my belly to cup my breast. Or so I thought. He hooked a claw and ripped the dress. When I protested, he claimed my mouth. His tongue demanded I open and let him inside, and so I did, still unsure how this was done. It wasn’t like I had guys lining up to kiss me, so I’d never learned.

Amoris’s kiss was sensual this time as opposed to the first time when I felt like he’d had sex with me. I closed my eyes and got lost in the feeling of his palm on my nipple. It rubbed and rubbed, and I moaned, lifting my hips, fisting his hair with one hand, pushing at his shoulder with the other. He took the pushing as a cue, I believe, because he broke the kiss.

I snapped my eyes open and yanked his head back down. Or tried to. Amoris held firm. His breaths came out in pants. “I don’t think you know what you’re doing or even what you want. But when you find out what you want, you’ll be a fierce lover.”

“Thank you?”

“Welcome. Put your hands above your head.”

“Why?” I whined.

“Because I said so.”

“I like your hair.”

“I know what you like. Believe me, it’s not my fucking hair.” He didn’t wait for me to stretch my arms up. He took them by the wrists and trapped them above my head.

I tugged. “Hey!”

“Shut up, or I’ll gag you.”

My eyes widened.

Amoris leapt off the bed and stood there. His shoulders spanned the width of a door, his hair covered most of his torso, his eyes blazed silver, his pants barely held his erection. When he watched me, I felt as if we’d had sex already. I spread my legs wider because I felt I should.

Sure enough, his gaze lowered, his entire body turned toward my wet place. But he hesitated. I could see he didn’t want to want me. I felt heat over my face, and when I looked down my chest, blotches of red covered it. I always got those when I was embarrassed. This was embarrassing. “I hate you,” came out of my mouth.

“I wish you hated me,” he said and knelt between my legs.

I went to clamp them closed, but he held my thighs. When I struggled, he grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs up, the bottom of my body following until my knees landed on each side of my head. He shackled my ankles with my wrists. Bent like this, with my bottom up in his face, I couldn’t move.

“The gag is next.” A claw ran up and down my sensitive bud.

I said nothing, trying not to care about my strange position, trying not to think about being available for his use. Because that was how this felt. He could do anything he wanted to me.

Amoris left for the bathroom.

I waited a bit, thinking he had business in there, but when he didn’t return for a while, I called out. “Hello?”

“Yes?”

“Um, I’m kinda in a pickle here.”

Masculine laughter. Amoris returned, his hair pulled back. He opened the minifridge and got something from there. A liquid vial. Then he poured the liquid in a bowl and mixed it with something else from the fridge. Medicine. For pain. “Hello.”

“Yes?”

“Why do you need medicine for pain?”

“I don’t need it. You will.”

A whine escaped my lips. “W…why?”

“Because I may fuck you, and it’s gonna hurt.” He paused, swishing things around, and glanced at me. I averted my gaze.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

I said nothing.

“It is. But you see, you are virgin, and I am a sexual sadist. So I have to find a compromise.”

“Okay.”

“Great to have you on board.”

“I sense sarcasm. Maybe there’s medicine you could use for that.”

“Keep talking. I have a nice plastic spatula in my drawer.”

Amoris put his knee on the bed. The corner of his mouth lifted. He looked amused.

“Do you mind if we do it in the dark?” I asked, all courage leaving my body. He’d warned me of his fire. It was gonna burn. And my butt cheeks would burn too, I supposed. I braced for denial, but he shut off the lights, leaving the one coming from the bathroom on.

Amoris put the bowl on the mattress. His hands came around my head, effectively putting his broad shoulders between my shackled arms and legs. He checked my bindings for something, put a finger between the shackles. Apparently satisfied, he said, “You will let me do whatever I want, however I want it done.”

When I didn’t answer, he looked at me pointedly.

“Yes, my lord.”

“Nice. I like it when you call me that, so that is what you will call me while I play with you. Understand?”

I nodded.

“You will give me your tears. I hope not to make you cry because I hurt your feelings, though I know there’ll be plenty of times when I do that. With those times, you have to tell me, or I’ll never know. Yes, my lord?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to let it out and cry because of how this is gonna feel. It may feel overwhelming. If it does, cry. I will make sure you are rewarded so that you can cry some more. Tell me how you feel now?”

I searched for the feeling but couldn’t quite name it. “Scared.” Maybe.

“Hm. Say my given name when you want me to stop. Yes?”

“Yes, my lord.”

Amoris scooted back, put his face between my legs, and inhaled. I heard his chest rumble loud and clear. “The scent of your pussy drives me mad. I think it’s only fair I do the same to her. What are we going to call your pussy?”

“Um…”

“Red. Little Red. So when I say Little Red, I’m talking about your pussy. Now, I want you to tell me what you want me to do to her.”

“I don’t know.” I really didn’t know.

Amoris blew a breath over my slit and licked my sensitive bud. He never took his eyes off me. I saw the silver consume his. My breath hitched, the fluttering in my belly returning. He flicked my bud again and again, then ran his rough tongue along my slit. I wiggled my bottom, and he winked at me when he smelled my arousal again. He pushed my body up a little more, and I watched him above me with his tongue flicking over my bud and then gathering moisture from my entry.

“Little Red is very wet for me.” He blew over it. “Makes me want to do evil things to her.” He played with my bud and pulled it up, then rolled it between his thumb and a finger. I fisted my hands and wiggled. “Does it hurt now?”

“Yes.”

Amoris smiled. He leaned back and swung. His palm landed on my ass so hard, I screamed. He landed four more, making my ass burn. Tears clouded my eyes, and I sucked my bottom lip. “Let them out,” he said and licked my slit. He came away with moisture on his tongue that I knew wasn’t his saliva. He swallowed. “Little Red can’t wait for the Big Bad Wolf. She knows it’s gonna be big, and she is preparing her little self for him. That’s why she’s wet for me.”

He bent all the way down and kissed me. “Do you taste her, hm? She’s delicious. You know what I’m gonna do? I’m gonna eat your pussy, savor all that pussy juice. Say: yes, my lord.” But he didn’t let me say anything, because he kissed me and let me taste myself on his tongue. The kiss was slow. Intimate. I could smell the soap from his body and even the scent of his shampoo, and I wanted to run my hands through his hair, scratch his back, and moan into his ear as he made love to me.

Amoris didn’t have love in mind. He leaned back, put both hands on my pussy, and spread it open. He put his tongue inside and flicked, even closing his eyes at the taste of me. I closed mine too when he clamped his mouth over my bud, and I wiggled, hoping to tell him that felt the best. “Yes, more of that.”

He sucked and flicked, and I felt like my belly would explode into a thousand pieces. Something ravenous built up inside. An orgasm, the glorious thing I thought I’d never experience at someone’s else mouth.

A finger trailed away from my entrance. Something cold touched my small back hole. I stiffened, snapped my eyes open, but it was hard not to ignore anything at this point. He sucked my bud like he knew what he was doing, like he knew exactly when to flick, when to suck, and he damn well knew the thumb in my hole would hurt when he pushed it inside. “Oh God, what are you doing?” A whisper. Amoris knew how to do whatever he set out to do with me, and at this point, I would let him do anything. “I want to come,” I told him. “Make me come.”

He pumped his thumb inside my small hole, and I didn’t think I could feel anymore. Until his mouth left my clit and his hand coated in pain salve closed over my pussy.

I barely felt anything now. My pussy was nearly numb. Amoris knelt on the bed, his erection on my ass, his hand covering my entrance. His shoulders were broad; his hair wild around his shoulders, and his tattoos hid the corded muscle beneath them. He ran a hand over my slit and poked it with a finger. “I want inside so bad,” he whispered.

Amoris had slipped.

I didn’t think he wanted me to know that.

I stayed quiet for as long as I could, but he rubbed every place just right, and the ache gathering in my lower belly hurt. A whine escaped my lips. And it was a good thing, because Amoris snapped out of whatever trance he’d been in, lifted his hand, and slapped my pussy while putting another finger inside my ass. He kept slapping my pussy, rubbing it, flicking my bud with his claws. My entire body heated, the fingers inside my ass pumping. A strange feeling built inside me. My pussy began fluttering from the inside, as if my womb contracted.

I started panting.

I begged him to slap me harder.

Amoris didn’t, but he promised he would in the future.

“Come for me,” he ordered and watched his fingers going in and out of my ass. I watched his biceps flex as he pumped, and then my pussy clenched, my breath hitched, my entire body shuddered, all my muscles froze. A second before the release, I thought I couldn’t feel any better.

Amoris locked his eyes with mine and made me cry out.