“Let go of me, you psycho!” I scream.

Xavier doesn’t say anything else, he just flips me over on the bed so that I’m face down on the comforter. The next second he’s lifted up my nightgown—the only kind of sleepwear provided and nothing like I would wear at home—and pulled down my panties. He grabs both of my wrists and pins them at the small of my back, forcing my face even deeper into the mattress. I thrash and turn my head enough so that I can at least breathe.

Oh God, is he going to rape me now? So was earlier just some fluke? Like, he had to wait till full dark to do it how he really likes? Psycho fucker. Well, I’m not going to make it easy for him. I don’t care if I agreed to be here. No always means no and—

A resounding slap on my ass startles all my thoughts momentarily quiet.

“Count,” he demands. “And ask, please Sir, may I have another?”

My mouth drops open. I crane my neck to look over my shoulder. I can only make out the barest outline of him. It must be a new moon outside because there’s barely any light coming through the curtains. He’s just a looming shadow at the edge of the bed behind me. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

He lands another punishing slap to my ass, this time on the other cheek. “Language,” he snaps.

“Fuck you!” I spit, yanking even harder to get away from him.

He spanks me again. I yelp in outrage, at the same time noting that his hand landing just feels like a sharp sting. It doesn’t hurt hurt. But, still, this whole thing is just getting more fucked up by the second. Who the hell does he think he is? I haven’t been spanked in… well, never. It was frowned upon by the time I was growing up. And the fact that this man has the gall to spank me now when I’m twenty-six years old is just—

He lands another blow.

“We’ll keep this up until you learn your lesson.” He sounds calmer now. “As soon as you start counting, you’ll only have ten more.”

I grit my teeth. If this asshole thinks he can get me to humiliate myself with one little spanking, he’s got another thing coming.

He spanks me again, landing it on a spot he’s hit previously. It stings like a bitch, but I don’t make a sound. I do flinch, though, and he chuckles, sounding even more relaxed. “

Oh my God, I’ve been trying so hard to forget that whole part of the deal and he has to go and remind me of it now? Like this?

When his hand next comes down, it’s not with impact, but a caress. His voice is likewise caressing. “But it’s just as important for stubborn people to know when to give in.”

His hand dips lower and underneath to my sex where he starts to play with my pussy. And even though I barely know him, it’s like my body is already trained to his touch. Within seconds I’m softening and moistening for him.

No. Stop that, body. Enemy! He’s crazy. He came in here yelling about soldiers and acting nuts and reminding me he expects me to be his baby mama and—

His middle finger starts to rub circles round and round my clit while his thumb teases at the entrance of my pussy.

My breath hitches and almost immediately his hands are gone.

Another smack lands on my ass.

“It’s easy,” he says, totally calm now. “Sir, may I please have another? Then the punishment will be done and we can return to your pleasure.”

Punishment? I am not going to play his screwed-up games. “What the hell does that have to do with anything?” I say, desperate to try to get back to some vestige of sanity. “You need me here so I can make you a baby. So just fuck me and let’s be done with it.”

Thwack. His palm lands again, jarring my whole body into the mattress.

And then his hand dips to my sex, teasing me even more thoroughly than he did before.

“Language,” is all he says. I hear the rustle of a buckle and then I feel the hot, smooth weight of his cock lying against my ass. He presses against me, his long, thick rod caught between us. My sex immediately contracts upon feeling it.

The next moment, his thick, bulbous head is pressing against my netherlips. I gasp and unlike earlier, he doesn’t hesitate. He just pushes right in. Not a shove, but there’s no hesitation either.

I’m drenched and other than some brief discomfort, his passage is smooth. Still, I can’t help my uneven breathing at the foreign sensation.

Does this mean he’s going to dispense with all the other nonsense and we can just have sex like normal people until his swimmers do their job and I get pregnant?

I can’t believe I just had that thought but seriously, the sex is enough to handle. I can’t deal with all this extra shit he’s throwing at me.

“So goddamned tight,” he mutters once he’s bottomed out inside me, his hips pressed against my ass. He’s coming from behind this time, and it feels different than when we did it chest to chest earlier. I clench around him reflexively at his words and he groans.

The breath I haven’t even realize I’ve been holding expels at the sound because it’s like it finally sinks in—he’s having sex with me again for the second time in 24 hours.

I’m having sex. Right now. This is what sex feels like. The fullness is still like nothing I could have described before feeling it.

He pulls his cock out halfway and I can’t help but to concentrate on every inch of him as his cock drags along my inner walls.

And then he spanks me again. While he’s inside me.

It shocks my concentration loose as I cry out in frustration.

Especially because by this point, with Xavier’s fullness inside me and, I don’t know—maybe in part because of how screwed up it all is—I am so turned on. I press my forehead to the bed in humiliation.

He grabs my hips in his large hips and fucks me with long, slow plunges. He hits a spot so deep inside it makes sparks light behind my eyes.

Still, this is all just so screwed up. I try to pull my hands out of his grasp at the small of my back but his grip is unrelenting.

He spanks me again. “Just ask, please Sir, may I have another?” His other hand comes around my body and whispers over my pulsing clit before he pulls away again.

“Wait!” I gasp, trying to twist my body to chase his hand. But he’s gone. Instead, his hand goes back to my hip. He abandons slow and starts pumping away, hard and fast. I imagine the muscles of his ass as he thrusts and withdraws from my pussy. He’s so huge, all those tanned muscles flexing with every—

I’m disgusted with myself even as the thought makes me gush over his cock. I feel so dirty and wrong and—

“That’s right,” he murmurs. “Christ, watching my giant cock disappear in you. You have no idea what I want to do to you. The hundred ways I want to desecrate your tight little body.”

The hand on my hip clenches tighter and then lifts before coming down hard on my ass in a resonating smack.

I cry out a high keening noise of pleasure.

“Listen to the sound of that.” He seems so awed by it. He fucks me twice as fast for a few moments before slowing down again. “You want it. I know you do. I’m going to finish inside you and plant myself so deep. But you don’t get to come.”

What? No. I have to. I’m so close. I jam myself down on his cock. Oh God, it’s so close. I need that insane high. It will make all of this disappear, just for a second if I can get free and—

“Not unless you beg me. Not until you learn how to obey, little pet. It’s so easy.” He spanks me again. “Sir, may I please have another. That’s all you have to say, ten times while you count, and I can give you what you want. What you need.”

His hand comes back around to my clitoris.

Yes. Yes, fuck yes.

Tears well up at the release that’s right there. It’s going to burn me up from the inside out. I’ve never needed anything so badly in my life. The wave is climbing, climbing, climbing, and then finally it starts to crest—

My mouth drops open right at the very moment.

But. Then. He. Pulls. His. Hand. Away.

Immediately the high drops.

I cry out in devastated loss at the denied peak.

He clucks his tongue in disappointment and spanks me again.

And oh God, it’s on the tip of my tongue. Please, Sir may I…

Pleasure and oblivion are right there. So close. Just there— My whole body strains toward it.

But the slight dip in consuming pleasure without his hands on me allows my brain to finally catch up with my runaway body.

And no!

Holy shit, no.

What the fuck am I thinking?

I will not be reduced to some pathetic little girl, begging her captor for pleasure. Even if I am the one currently captivated by him. He’s speaking so much more than the bare monosyllabic phrases I’ve heard him utter before now. I’m getting more of a peek at the man himself. Even if that man is a filthy, sex-fiend control freak.

“Last chance,” he lands yet another smack on my ass, which has to be red as a ripe strawberry by now.

I bite down on my bottom lip. Rational mind wars with sex-starved body.

“Stubborn little pet,” he growls, leaning over and biting at my neck as he thrusts in and out of me. Each time he bottoms out I’m teased by a pleasure that threatens to light me up but never quite does.

Then he thrusts hard and stills inside, clutching me to him.

And I don’t know how I can be so totally full and yet feel so empty at the same time.