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I didn’t know what I was saying, but at some point, between the kicks and the screams, I realized that I was letting some of this out. How unfair it all was. I just wanted to be normal, for fuck’s sake, and now I was being spanked. That wasn’t normal, either!
No part of this was normal!
He stopped spanking me, and when he did, instead of stopping the sobbing, it was definitely ramping up. I was in full-blown pity-party mode.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s fair. Nothing here is fair. I just wanted normal, too. So did Caspian. And then we were brought to this realm, with no method to get home. Do you think we did what we wanted to do, or did we do what we had to do to survive?” he asked me.
I didn’t want to really look at things from his point of view, but now that he’d gotten me there, I could see his point.
“You did what you had to?” I sniffled.
“Yes, Zazie. That’s what everyone has to do now. What they have to do. Don’t you understand?”
“You get what you want all the time,” I pouted bravely—at least in my opinion. After all, I was still completely vulnerable here, hanging over his knee like I was a wet towel.
He snorted. “Sweetheart, as soon as I get the girl of my dreams, she’s not only the daughter of my largest nightmare, apparently she’s being actively searched out, putting me right in-between, because I know for a fact that someone like you isn’t going to come my way again. Not to mention, I still need to find a way back home, and I don’t have the freedom or the leisure to search for it.” He rubbed his hand over my shoulders. “And then to repay me, she just sneaks out the window.”
And then the spanking started up again.
This time, I felt way worse about it.
And better about it.
The sobs came harder and faster, wracking my body. I clung to Murtagh, my tears soaking the couch beneath me. It wasn’t just fear or relief that fueled my crying; it was a torrent of emotions that I couldn’t quite name—guilt, gratitude, confusion, and a strange sense of belonging. In his arms, I wasn’t just safe; I felt wanted.
Maybe a little too wanted.
My ass didn’t like any of this roughness, but… I did like the fact that the men that had me now were at least much more interested in my wellbeing than my own parents had been. No wonder I remembered them hardly at all—they hadn’t been parents. They were just cultists who had reared me like an animal, not as a person.
Murtagh’s arms wrapped around me, and suddenly I was sitting in his lap. He held me tight, his own body tense with concern. He didn’t shush me or try to stop my tears; he just held me, a silent pillar of strength that I could lean on. In that moment, his arms were my anchor, the one steady thing in a world that had turned upside down.
As my sobs subsided to sniffles, I felt a strange sense of relief wash over me, like he’d taken away all of the burdens of the past few days and shouldered them himself.
That moment changed everything.
His hand cupped my face, and he turned me to face him, catching my lips with his. I probably still tasted of salty tears, but his insistent kiss didn’t seem to care. In its sweetness, there was an undercurrent of strength, a reassurance that no matter the chaos that surrounded us, we would find a moment of peace in each other. His hand was warm against my face, and the ticking of the clock somewhere in the room faded into the background.
My arms wrapped around his neck. His growl rumbled through me, and I shivered with need.
He was practically exuding dominance. “You needed that, didn’t you?” he purred.
And I knew how he wanted me to answer. “Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice husky with my arousal.
“I can smell the sweet scent of your desire, mate. You need a fucking, don’t you?” he growled, and my core squeezed tight with heat.
“Yes,” I breathed.
He shifted me in his lap and quickly unbuckled his belt, the same belt that had welted my bare ass the day before, and my pussy clenched tight. He must have noticed my momentary weakness because he drew the strap out of the loopholes of his jeans and slid it around my throat, through the buckle and effectively collared me in the process.
It was much hotter than I thought it would be.
I swallowed hard as he freed his cock. He gripped the end of the belt and pulled it taut. The heady feeling of it around my neck cut off my air just enough to remind me that he held the power between us, and my inner walls fluttered with passionate desire.
“Climb on top of my cock, little mate,” he demanded. “You’re going to ride me. Hard. If I think you aren’t riding me hard enough, I’ll take my belt to you next.”
His threat was more than enough to spur me into motion, and I squeezed my arms around his shoulders, lifting myself up just far enough to position the tip of his cock at my entrance. I bit my lip as I slowly lowered myself down, the head of his dick just breaching my sopping wet channel and stretching me wide open.
Murtagh’s cock was the kind of cock that could never be taken gracefully. Honestly, I should be happy that it wasn’t in my asshole this time because it would most certainly hurt far more. I whimpered and moaned as I took one inch after the next, my body reluctantly opening for him until I took all that I could take. I breathed through the burning pain as the blazing hot desire for more radiated through me.
