The Virgin and the Beast (Stud Ranch 1)

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. “You’re stubborn. Good. You’re here to be a breeder, and I want my child to have good, strong, stubborn genes.”

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.