The Real Beast

I’d long ago vowed to never be commanded by any male.

Not after they’d all owned me.

Treated me like a hole to please them and nothing more.

I’d spent hour after hour in a dark shack. With sweating males rutting away at me. Down on my hands and knees on a dirt floor. My body jerking upward. Occasionally they’d yank my hair. Or spin on their palm before they brutally smacked my ass. Sometimes, if they were particularly cruel, they’d push into my ass while they did all of those things.

Trying to hurt me.

Body after sweaty male body. Drowning me in that horrible moldy, blood-soaked odor as they took from me what I had no choice but to give.

So, I’d become in control of who could tell me what to do.

Until now.

Until Alaric.

In that moment I both hated him and desired him.

"Alaric, please." I whispered fearfully as he returned to pin me against the wall ag