Fallen Daughters

“Never disobey my brother again. You are to be submissive.” Cross continued the stinging slaps against my reddening behind. I gasped with each reminding blow.

I arched my back further. The electricity from the spanking only enhanced the approaching orgasm returning to my body. “Yes, sir. “

He grabbed both of my hips with his hands as he pushed and pulled his cock within my warm depths. His breathing sped, his moans increased. I screamed as the orgasm rocked through my body with more force than before. Cross thrust as deeply as possible as he called out my name while spilling his seed into my awaiting womb.

25

Taking a deep breath, as I ate my breakfast, I allowed a wave of hope to enter my psyche. I wasn’t sure if it was last night’s sex with Cross, or the fact that today was a new day, but I did have a new sense of hope. The despair and shadows that threatened to conquer me and swallow me up had vanished. I felt a renewed sense of strength, at least enough to get through another day. One day at a time. And Cross was right when it came to the salve he had placed on my skin. I didn’t even have the slightest mark on my body, and all the pain and soreness was gone.

I could feel him approaching the galley before a single sound was made. Pike had entered the room. Something about Pike’s presence gave erotic tingles throughout my entire body. I had a strong feeling that sex with Pike was something I would never experience. He wouldn’t show me any kind of attention of a sexual nature, even if he knew Cross did. Pike would punish, discipline, demand full submission, but he would never claim me for himself. And the most fucked up thing was that I wished he would. I wish he had fucked me last night. I wanted him to rape my body. Steal what I did not want to give at the time. I wanted my hands bound above my head as I screamed no while he thrust his cock into me. I wanted him to take me. God how I fucking wanted to be taken. I wanted nothing more than to feel Pike in the most intimate of ways. I wanted to be the woman tied to his bed, sucking his cock and giving over my full submission. I wanted to feel him spread me as he pressed his body to mine. I wanted Pike more than I had wanted anything in my life. I lusted, I obsessed, but more than anything…I craved his hard hand of discipline again. How can you love the devil? It was a sickness, a contagion no doubt, but I could not deny the feeling. The red of his light pulled me into his fire-licked soul.

Pike walked into the room with a dominant presence, causing my heart to skip a beat. He slowly walked over and stood before me. He placed a palm of his hand on each side of my face. Very closely, he examined my eyes.

“Truth, I hope you plan on obeying today.”

I escaped his glare and stared at the ground. “Yes, Pike.”

He lifted my chin so I was forced to look into his eyes again. “I hope you have learned your lesson, no?”

I simply nodded.

“Did my brother offer you comfort last night? Did he use his lifeblood to heal you?”

I nodded again.

“That upsets me,” Pike said, as he stroked the back of my head.

“But, I will not forget the lesson ever,” I admitted, hoping that would be enough to prevent another punishment.

“Regardless, I want you to feel the sting of my lash into the next day,” Pike said. “I wanted every time you swallowed to remind you that I could steal your breath away forever.”

“I will remember,” I whispered.

“Stand up and bend over the table. Lower your pants.”

I paused for a moment, not wanting to do what he asked, but at the same time, I did. The confusion in my body and mind almost paralyzed me.

“Now,” was his only command.

As if his deep voice were a spell, enchanting me to do his bidding, I did just as he asked, staring into his deep, dark eyes while I did so. Everything I did, everything I thought, was traitorous to the crux of my core. Trained to fight. Trained to kill. Trained to dominate rather than be dominated. I was a soldier! And yet…now I was a slave. Pike’s slave.

When I placed my palm against the metal of the table, Pike put his hand atop mine, lacing his fingers and taking hold. Red against white. Blood against cream. The contrast was that of true beauty. I could feel his breath on my neck as he pressed his body against my spine. The rough fabric of his pants rubbed against the bare flesh of my bottom and thighs.