“Are you alive?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know how we came to be here?”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
“You were both taken from your respective worlds for acts of great destruction. Your removal ensures the peace of the timelines.”
Its answer surprises me — and confuses me.
“I don’t know what Rex was doing, but I was hardly doing anything that bad. People do way worse than what I was doing all the time.”
“You are a chaos bringer.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you are at the center of a web of darkness, and when you act, you set causes into effect.”
I am confused. There are people I think could probably be described as chaos bringers, or messyassbitches, to put it in a less technical way, but I don’t fit that bill. I’ve hardly ever done anything wrong. “I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
“I think you underestimate the destructiveness of your own actions. You might have thought you were acting without consequence, but you were not. You were building up a series of what you might call sins…”
“KRISTINE!”
Rex thunders my name. I’m in deep shit. I've never heard that tone from him before. It’s like what the sky sounds like before it opens up and whips your ass.
“I was just checking something…”
Why are excuses always so lame?
“And what were you checking?”
“I was checking what you said about not telling me things because they rip the world apar…”
I don’t get to finish the sentence, because Rex has yanked me away from the chest and over to the bed.
“If you don’t want me to open it, you shouldn’t put it where I can reach it!”
“If you want to be able to sit, you should obey me.”
He starts spanking me. Hard. Mercilessly. Without any of his previous carefulness. I guess the introductory trial period on this is over. He did warn me, and I did not listen. I let his kindness lull me into a false sense of security and now my ass is burning and throbbing as searing slap after wicked stroke lands across my cheeks.
I grit my teeth and try to bear it, but there’s no bearing this. It’s designed to break my will and punish me harshly enough that I remember next time. But he doesn't know that’s not how I work. I feel pain. I feel it sinking through my flesh, flashing through my system. I writhe and I squeal and I make all the promises a girl makes when her ass is bright red and getting redder by the second. But I don’t mean any of them.
“Please! I’m sorry! I won’t ever do it again!”
Lie after lie spills from my lips, because there is a mystery he has no right to keep me from even if he is my king.
“Your words mean nothing, human,” he growls. “You already promised to leave the chest be, and yet at first opportunity here you are, once more delving into matters that do not concern you and will destroy you.”
He keeps warning me about this vague danger that he knows so much about, but won’t say a word to explain. The pain in my ass is almost less irritating than that fact. I’m expected to just sit here in the dirt, wondering about what this all means day after day.
I refuse to do that.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he tells me. “I’m going to make you nice and sore. And you are going to remember the consequences of disobeying me long after we are done.”
“Oh, no,” I moan. “Please, anything but that…”
He smacks my ass harder still. “Sarcastic little wench,” he growls. “You feel far too safe with me.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” I chance looking over my shoulder as the mood shifts. I know he's not happy that I disobeyed him. But I also know that my bare ass on hot pink display is distracting him from his stated purpose. We fucked yesterday, and it was hot as hell. If he thinks threatening me with a good time is a good idea, hell, good.
He grips my hair in his big alien hand, scrunching it all up at the back of my head as he makes me arch for him. His palm lands against my ass several more times, each slap sharp and particularly stinging. I am testing him. I am pushing him. I am finding out how far he will go, and this is all very much at my own risk.
I trust him. I know he won’t really hurt me. He puts far too much effort into keeping me safe, and he was way too careful with me when we first had sex to harm me. What he will do, is dominate the fuck out of me.
And I’ll love every minute of it.
This was worth the disobedience, and the nonsense babbling of the exposition chest. I don't know what the fuck that was about, but I know what this is about. I suck in a breath and hold it, biting my lower lip as he pushes the rampant head of his big alien dick against my deflowered pussy and pushes it in. Hard. All the way. One fucking thrust right to the core of me.