Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Thor has ensured that I am going to suffer.
He has betrayed me. He has betrayed himself, as far as I am concerned. He held me down for that treatment. He let me be brutalized, six times over with the captain’s paddle.
He escorts me out into the hall, where once we are well on the way to the brig, he takes his jacket off and zips it around me. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles.
“For what?” I stay glib and sassy, even though I am fucking terrified and very sore. I’m going to be locked in a box soon, and the predator who just beat my ass is going to have unfettered access to me.
“You deserve to be held accountable for your actions, but that was…”
“I guess you get to think about who you serve now, huh,” I mutter. I am not going to tell him this is okay. He could have kept my secret. A real man would have. He would have acted to protect me and kept me out of the way.
I can see regret written on every line of Thor’s face, but unfortunately for him, there’s other lines written on my ass right now, and they’re not going to shift as easily as a facial expression.
“You should know something,” I tell him.
“What?”
“I’m not on birth control. You’ve been coming inside me over and over.”
He looks at me. I expect him to be mad, but a hint of a smile appears on his lips. He tries to fight it back, but I fucking see it. This asshole is glad he might have knocked me up.
“You like that!” I accuse him.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “Do you want me to be angry I got to come inside your fertile little pussy?”
“Don’t sweet talk me. I’m angry at you,” I tell him.
We walk to the brig, me wearing his oversized officer’s jacket that comes down past my mid-thigh, him in a shirt. We get looks again. The ship is going to be absolutely buzzing with the gossip about me and my exploits.
That makes me feel a little better. Maybe one of the on-board bards will make up a song. Our culture has a rich tradition of singing about people who do unexpectedly cool or stupid things. I started as a category 1, but it’s going very cat 2 right now.
My ass is aching, but it’s not actually as bad as I thought it was when it was happening. The shock of being held down and punished was more than I expected it to be. Who does that? What kind of monster just… disciplines people who misbehave on his ship? Asshole.
“Try not to get into any more trouble in here,” Thor says as he opens the door to a literal prison cell. The little glimpse I get inside does not make me want to go in.
“You can’t put me in here.”
“I have to put you in here. Captain’s orders.”
“If the captain told you to suck his…”
I don’t get to finish the sentence, because Thor picks me up, puts me in the room, and shuts the door behind me, and I am too busy cursing and squealing the entire time he is doing that.
When the door is shut, and there is no way out, and everyone has gone off to talk about me, I take stock of my current situation.
The brig is a square metal room with a toilet and a bed. It is not designed to be comfortable. It is designed to make the person in it deeply regret the actions that put them there.
I cannot believe Thor betrayed me. His loyalty to this stupid ship and the stupid crew and the even more stupid captain is pathetic. He would rather follow some stupid rules than continue to writhe and tryst with me between the sheets? I am glad to be rid of him. I am fortunate to be done with him.
He turned out to be a coward.
Men who defer to other men are not men, I tell myself. It’s not a coherent thought, but it doesn’t have to be. If I ever love anybody, it will be someone who respects no law outside themselves.
Me, with a dick, basically. And hopefully taller with more muscles and greater weapons proficiency, because I really wish I could defend myself better. I was so easily overpowered. It wasn’t fair.
I sit down on the metal box that passes for a bed, then immediately stand up because it makes my ass throb. That captain treated me like I was nobody.
I’ll make him suffer.
I’m not sure how, but my bloodline won’t allow me to rest unless I swear at least a little bit of vengeance.
I end up leaning against the wall, arms folded, ass aching, trying not to cry. I feel betrayed by Thor. I could be in his arms right now, wrapped up against the cold of space, filled with his cock. Instead, he had to use me to learn a lesson everybody should know by the time they are twelve years old: authority is bullshit.