Chapter 8
Sawyer stepped away, wiping his mouth.
Such a surprise, to find himself kissing her – the biting, less so.
When he moved too fast, his head wanted to split in two and fall off.
Baring her ass had given him a hard-on – despite the occasional sharp agony and constant throb of the wounds she’d caused, the blood drying on his leg, and the ringing in his ears from what must be concussion. He could see her well enough and could imagine how fucking her would feel as he sank his cock into her.
He could’ve fucked her here, if he wouldn’t likely have made everything hurt a thousand times worse, burst a cut blood vessel, and bled enough to pass out. And there was the other problem. The second his tongue had tasted her neck his erection had dwindled.
That would’ve bothered most men.
Not him. He knew the why, if not the how.
This girl was a challenge.
Saw hobbled to an old fallen tree and sat, slowly, mindful of the pull of the rough bandage on the laceration. He rested his hands on his knee and let her belt dangle.
She was a perfect target – tied to that tree, pants down, and her ass white enough to remind him of the moon back home. Maybe that was the problem. He remembered belting girls there, on Earth, ones who’d wanted it, and who got off on pain and dominance.
Her shoulder-length white hair stood out too. From here it looked as if she’d leaned into the tree. Had he upset her? Made her scared about her future?
He didn’t give a flying fuck about this world or the people on it who brutalized their own sort, like this woman had. She’d tried to kill him and before that, to castrate him. He was perfectly within his rights, on this world, to do as he wished.
He didn’t owe her, he owned her.
Yet he hesitated.
Minutes earlier, he’d have thrashed her with a branch torn from a tree, not a soft belt. His anger had been driving him to administer extreme punishment.
Only, yeah, she was actually his.
That new fact turned things the wrong way up.
His words: never owned anyone echoed right down to his cock. To his morals. To who he had been.
Plus, Sassik was right. Anyone with guts would have done what she did. He’d blow everyone here to pieces if it meant he could escape slavery.
“What are you doing?” She turned her head slightly.
“Quiet,” he snapped. “I’m thinking.”
And with those few words, she was quiet.
Obedience. He smiled. So, his dilemma was what? He knew he did not want to let her go. Damn, he might cry if he had to do that. Saw grinned. On the spot of owning a woman, he was tussling with his outmoded, archaic, and dead-in-the-water conscience.
If not him...someone else would step up. Fuck that.
He’d thought he’d adapted to this place, become jaded and used to people being slaves or dying on a whim.
This was a dog-eat-dog world. Time to become one of the dogs.
After all...and he smiled at his own analogy...only the dogs got to fuck the bitches.
He rose, feeling the wounds awaken, the pain.
Earth morals were for Earth.
He limped to her with the belt still in hand, her belt. He raised it high and placed the loop over her head, slowly sliding it down, pausing over her eyes, at her nose then moving down until he reached her mouth, where he wriggled it between her lips. “Open.”
He felt the hesitation in her, but he was crowding her from behind with his body, and she was trapped. He could force her mouth open and she knew this.
She could try to resist. It just meant nothing.
When the belt moved under his hand, he saw she’d opened wide enough for the leather to slip between her teeth. So easily, he found himself happy in a quiet triumphant way. The wounds she’d caused him only vindicated his actions.
He tightened the belt, his fist gathering it at the back of her neck, until it pulled into the corners of her mouth. He waited then, listening to the tiny sounds of her trying to breathe around the belt, watching her...all her small movements.
He’d teach her to obey without question.
The things he could do to a girl he owned.
She might not want to be his, but she was.
She might try to knife him, might aim to kill him and escape. He’d overcome, with time and patience and a sensible use of restraints, rewards, and punishments.
One obstacle only, really. He had to break her of this strange power she had over men.
He plastered his bloody palm over her eyes. Belt in mouth, hand over eyes, it only added to her beauty, seeing her this overcome by his force.
“If I’d asked,” he whispered, “Zarr would’ve given me any slave girl. After all I gave him the mech. But I wanted you. You’re going to be like conquering Everest – and I know you don’t know what that means.” Her eyelashes fluttered against his palm, and her mouth worked, but he only held her tighter. “When I’m done with you, you’re going to crawl to me when called. You’re going to suck my cock when I say. You will be my pretty sex doll.”
Her breathing roughened, and she attempted to talk. He chuckled.
“Was that a death threat? Promise? You are so innocent looking with your neat white hair and bouncy tits. You fooled Sassik, but there you were before, trying to obliterate me with a rocket. That I figure gives me permission to do what I want to you. Once I heal, we are going to have some long conversations involving me, you, and things shoved up your asshole.”
The cut on his thigh was bleeding again, warm wetness spreading, trickling.
“Sassik! Come and get her. We are done here!”
“Coming! You are both alive? You want me to carry you or her?”
“Alive? Yes! Carry me?” He laughed. “Fuck no. Her!” Then he said to Ari, “My leg had better not fall off because of you, little bitch.”
He released her mouth and her eyes, and she had the good sense to only glare.
“Because if it does, I think I will tell all the Scavs, like Zarr for one, of this effect you have on their balls. What do you think they would do to you?”
He wasn’t sure himself, but probably something bad, and it would make her think before she tried getting all homicidal on him again.
He was possibly going to go to Hell for what he wanted to do to her, let alone for what he’d actually accomplish. But who believed in your own private hell following you to a new world?
Now to pray the physicians here knew what to do with wounds.