He doesn’t like that reply either. He growls something about being a smartass.
Our dynamic is still shifting, even after all this time. In the beginning, I clung to them, afraid to lose them. I dogged their every step, became their shadow. Now, with the passing of even these few weeks, I am beginning to regain my old nature. Being out where I was raised, where I lived alone for so very long, reminds me of who I am, who I was before I was sold. I do not need to ask his permission, but I do need his help.
“We have been here eight weeks,” he repeats himself. “You have not bled. That tells me you are likely with child. Tore’s. And if you are, we are going to do everything we can to protect you and it.”
“Or maybe I’m just not bleeding because stress has stopped my cycle?”
“Maybe. It is early. But it is possible. And something else is possible too.”
“What is that?”
“That we begin reclaiming this land. Your father’s land. We will build anew here. We will bring in settlers, find more wild people. We will free the women from the Dallas harem and offer them the chance to live here, not as slaves, but as equals.”
“And then we will be invaded by monsters in mech suits and die in our dinner plates.”
“We will never be that careless again,” Pharaoh insists.
“It’s not a matter of careless. It’s a matter of being outnumbered, of having no guards, no people to defend us. You say there is war. But war always leads to people fleeing, and there have been no refugees from Dallas. Not a single person has crossed these plains. There is no indication anyone will. The kings will take the people, as they always do.”
“Alexios, tell her this is a crazy idea,” Pharaoh insists grimly. “Tell her we can’t go back to Dallas, under any circumstances.”
“It’s very dangerous,” Alexios agrees, rubbing the stubble that accumulates between his shaves. “And it likely wouldn’t work.”
“You know what doesn’t work? Sitting out in the middle of nowhere. That doesn’t work.”
“Alright, alright, calm down,” Silver says. Ever the peacemaker, he tightens his arms around me. I pull away. I don’t want him mentalizing me right now. Sometimes I let him calm me down. But sometimes I don’t.
“We do nothing here. We eat. We shit. We sleep. We waste our lives,” I insist. “I won’t condemn my offspring to that.”
“They’re not just yours. They’re Tore’s. Which makes them ours.”
“Uh, no. They’re inside me. If they’re inside me. Which means I can do what I want with them.”
“Spoiled little girl,” Pharaoh growls. “You have forgotten how many died to give you that choice.”
“Oh, you fucking tax collecting parking warden fucking...” I lose it. I lose my temper. I lose my mind. How dare he? How dare he throw the carnage in Dallas in my face like this? Try to use it control me, make me small and compliant.
“Stop this instant!” Pharaoh thunders through my cursing. “I will whip your ass if you raise your voice to me one more time.”
I draw myself up and fall silent, but only in order to take the deep breath I need to in order to truly swear.
“Go. Fuck. Yourself!”
And that is how I end up scruffed by the back of my neck and thrown over his thighs. That is how the scrappy end of my shirt cum tunic cum dress is pulled up, my ass bared. Pharaoh’s palm begins to brand my bottom with disciplinary pain.
“You will obey me,” he insists. “You will do as you are told, and you will stay safe, and whether you like it or not, you’ll speak to me with respect.”
I curse him out. I kick, I squirm, I cry. I lose my temper and my mind and my ass gets hotter and hotter. It has been two months since they laid hands on me this way. Two months since they laid hands on me any way. I have become a virgin anew, because they pity me.
The thrashing is doing nothing to make me submit, but it is doing everything to make me wet. My body craves male contact, not pity, not orders to hide. I need them to be the mercenaries they have always been, to take me as their own.
I arch my hips up to every slap. This is not punishment. This is foreplay. Rough foreplay that can only end in my wet slit being filled. I can feel Pharaoh’s cock hard against my hip. I know he wants to take me as much as I want to be taken, and in the end he abandons the spanking, pushes me to the ground, and follows after me, his thighs between mine, his hard dick free.
He is only the second man I have ever slept with, but he is not gentle because of that. His handsome face is twisted in a sexual scowl, his hands pinning my wrists to the earth as the hard, punishing rod of his cock finds those soft lips between my thighs, feeling my heat and my wetness.
In one powerful thrust, he pushes his cock inside me, spreading my inner walls wide. “You will obey,” he grunts, thrusting hard inside me. “You will do as you are told. You will not yell or shout or...”
“Shut up and fuck me,” I growl right back at him.