The taste of him had already migrated to her mouth, but she would not invite more of it.
“Disobedience must be punished. There will be no more pleasure for you today. Think on that while we bathe.” He went back to toying with the drying fluids on her skin, fingers tripping over ribs and navel. “I would have left you very satisfied. Now I will leave you dripping slick and hungry for my attention.”
She let out a quick sigh of relief—one that was mistaken by her tormentor as regret.
Face suddenly serious, he took her aching chin, turning her head so she might meet his eyes. “A good, rough finger fuck is for obedient Omegas who don’t destroy their furs and open their mouths for their Alpha. Next time I come to tend you, remember how you feel right now.”
Morgaine would remember, and Morgaine would keep her lips sealed.
“Will you give me a kiss?”
Another head shake.
“Pouting, eh?” Laughing deeply, Esin offered a hint of purr in an attempt to placate his toy. “That is no way to convince me to pet my pretty girl’s pussy.”
Walking his fingers down her body, he made to reach between her thighs, stopped only by the sound of water filling the tub.
“It looks as if we’ve played too long.” Rolling off her at last, he moved with all the jovial energy Morgaine lacked. He even snorted playfully as he drew her to her feet. “More like they found me too lenient and wanted us out of the nest. Punishment is punishment.”
Her legs were numb and she wobbled, caught up by the smiling man who winked. “You already have me wrapped around your finger.”
***
No amount of bathing might make her feel clean—though Esin took great pains to make sure he lathered her in every possible place as she sat in his lap. It was the first bath she’d been forced to share, and though he had soaped his semen from her skin, the purpose of the bath was not her pleasure, but his.
He was there to instruct her how to tend to an Alpha.
Hands still gnarled and raw from the making of her ruined fur covering, still aching from how hard he’d sque
ezed her against his knot, she was made to knead his shoulders. Straddling his lap, face to face in a way that felt disturbingly intimate, he coaxed her to take the soap and learn to touch him in the way men liked best.
His groans when he tossed his head back at her touch did not warm the heart. His almost gentle caress of her hips under the water did not ease her mind.
Fondly, he purred, a content mass of muscle that demanded to be stroked. Eyes shining, a lazy smile on his face, he said, “You really are beautiful. Perfect, just like I said the first time I saw you.”
When his cohort had her mother’s neck in his hands, threatening to burn her alive.
“I don’t want to think of that.” Not while she was being forced to groom the male responsible.
“I understood you.” Catching her lower lip with his thumb, Esin shook his head. He sounded far less happy when he added, “One day you will remember that moment in another light. It will have been the first time you saw the mate you adore.”
Loath maybe? Voice like sandpaper, she continued to run her hands in lazy circles over his shoulders like directed. “You are not my mate.”
Stern, he tensed, undoing all her hard work to soften his mass. “I will go to any length to ensure that I will be.”
Morgaine chose not to answer, reaching instead for more soap.
“You don’t believe me?”
She believed that she was trapped on a nameless ship, god only knew where in space, surrounded by the enemy. An enemy who had just done disgusting things to her… again.
It turned out she had more tears after all.
They began to fall, her shoulders shaking with the effort to bite back painful sobs.
Esin took pity on the overwhelmed Omega, pulling her tight to his chest. At her stiff resistance, an intense purr came from him, vibrating so close to her body she felt it rattle her bones.
The heat of his hands rose from the water. They ran over the musculature of her back, kneading too hard to be considered comfortable. Esin would find a knot and attack it while she hissed through the pain. Over long minutes, muscles released.