KMN91: Thanks for the review, I'm glad you're interested in the story. I was actually working on it this morning when I got your review alert in the mail. I hope this chapter isn't disappointing!
Author's Notes: A few minor worries, such as being this is the first time I'm really having to write a lot of Caesar and I'm still trying to get a hang of his personality. Also, there are quite a few spots with sexual content in this chapter as well as a non-consensual act at the end. I'm sorry if this offends anyone! Since I am still playing this story by ear I have no idea the specifics of the next chapter. R&R. Thanks for the faves and alerts everyone!
Chapter 1
And Now You're Mine
The Courier hadn't fallen in love with Craig Boone immediately. It had taken months for their friendship to grow, and despite his moody silences she had managed to get the most important details out of him, such as how his wife had died and how he felt about the massacre of Bitter Springs. There was something about the broken soldier that drew her like moth to flame and filled her heart with the terrible ache that came with knowing one had fallen for someone that was unavailable and would probably always be. She also knew that deep inside he had felt it, too. He had tried his best to be nice about her feelings without leading her on and so they went on like that, pretending to be nothing more than partners while she wanted more and he still grieved over a wife that she had a feeling would not have grieved so hard if something had happened to him – or perhaps that's just what she told herself to feel better about her death and the fantasies of romance she had when it was dark and she had trouble sleeping.
Watching him walk away, head and shoulders drooped in defeat, was the hardest thing she ever had to do. Just before they had let him out of his shackles Vulpes reminded him that if he tried anything funny or if he went after any more of the Legion soldiers that they would kill her, for they had eyes everywhere and would know. He was also not to have anything more to do with the NCR. Last, but most emphasized, was the order that the Courier's little band of misfits were to disband. "I had tried to teach you what would happen if you attempted to fight us," Vulpes drawled, gripping her arm and dragging her back towards the ferry.
They passed Canyon Runner, who she had only spoken to briefly once. He was the slavemaster at Cottonwood and had described his duties of processing and breaking new captures, thus turning them into worthy slaves for the Legion. A shudder rolled up her spine as he came to meet them. "I heard what happened." He said to Vulpes; the Courier was nothing now, if she had ever been anything at all. "Is she to be broken in?"
"No," Vulpes chuckled darkly, eyes drifting down to the girl in his clutches, "Caesar says he wants that pleasure for himself."
She paled, for the first time truly understanding what was happening to her. The way Vulpes had said pleasure set a sick feeling in her stomach. Until then she had been ignoring the way Caesar had looked at her when he had asked her if she was willing to do "anything" to save Boone. So she was to be his then. She supposed it could be worse. It could have been Vulpes, who she knew bore a hatred for her as deep as the Grand Canyon and would have made her life miserable. Or Caesar could have just given her to a random lowly recruit to use as his personal plaything and punching bag. Caesar was at least charismatic and intelligent. He was probably still going to make her life hell though.
On the way back to the Fort she tried to think of Boone and recalled the last thing that passed between them. She had been allowed one last embrace with her friend before she was pulled away. He had held her against his chest so tightly that she had felt his heart beating. "I love you." She told him. It was the first time she'd said that aloud.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, voice breaking and eyes full of sorrow as she was ripped from him. She still couldn't figure out if he was sorry that she loved him, sorry he couldn't love her back, or just sorry about the whole situation in general. It would be a mystery that would have to remain unsolved for she would never see him again.
-X-
Being trapped inside your body was a new kind of Hell for the Courier. It was the most powerless feeling in the world. Apparently it had not been enough that they had stripped her of everything that she had held dear in one day (her partner, her friends, her freedom) but they had to add insult to injury by removing her ability to even voice her displeasure at the situation. Caesar had been waiting for her when she came back from seeing Boone off. He motioned for she and Vulpes to follow him into his sleeping quarters. She had been hesitant, but good old Vulpes helped her out by pushing her inside. He had been promptly excused, leaving her with only the Emperor and two other men. "Hey, if you're looking for a foursome or some other kind of kinky shit I just want to let you know I'm not interested." She was trying to maintain some kind of sense of humor. He could not be allowed to break her so easily.
"Quiet." One word and that was all it took. He didn't shout it; he didn't have to. Anna gulped and wrapped her arms around her chest, shivering. When he was satisfied her tongue was tied he said, "remove all of your outer clothing please."
"What? No!"
He stepped forward and grabbed her chin in his hand and she was surprised by how strong his fingers were. "This can be done the easy way or the hard way."
Anna had no idea what was about to be done, but she hoped to God it wasn't what she was thinking, especially with two other men in the room. Then again she'd met people with stranger proclivities. James Garrett and his damned robot fetish popped into her head. The thought usually made her smile but today it just made her that much more depressed because, even though they hadn't been that close, she still would never see him again either. It was all the little things in her life culminating into one great loss and it was becoming more than she could take. She lifted her hand and gripped his wrist, the one attached to the hand holding her jaw, and glared up at him defiantly.
"So be it." He shoved her away into the arms of one of the waiting Legionaries. As the cloth covered her mouth she knew he had planned for her rejection. She had expected chloroform on the rag, but found something gritty, a powder. Unable to keep from breathing in she inhaled the powder into her nose and mouth. It tasted strange and foreign and she tried to fight against the man who held her. The fight got her nowhere, for even by himself the man would have been able to take her, but with another helping him they were able to wrangle the struggling woman onto the empty table in the room. When she began to feel the effects of the weird powder she realized the fight had been won the second the cloth had first went over her face. It seemed the longer she struggled the weaker she got and soon her muscles weren't responding at all.
Temporary paralysis. Whatever they had used was meant to pacify her and it worked like a charm because she lay on the table as docile as a newborn kitten. Her breathing was shallow, causing her worry that it might stop her lungs or heart as well. It must have shone in her eyes because his next words did not sound so harsh. "The sedative has been tested. Only in the beginning, before we registered the proper dosage, did we lose people. You are safe."
She felt like she was far from safe in this place, but he meant she was not going to die and that she took a little solace in. Giving up was not a part of her repertoire. That should have been obvious when she hadn't stayed in the grave, so the thought of just wanting to lie down and die, take the 'easy way' out of this situation was not an option. Even when the Emperor took a knife from a tray that the other Legionaries were setting up with different archaic looking tools her resolve did not waver. He slipped it beneath her shirt and cut up the cloth with one long glide. After that he sliced open the arms on both sides and lifted her so that he could remove the cloth and discard it on a nearby chair. The air meeting Anna's bare skin made her feel vulnerable. The idea that these men would look upon her in her bra was uncomfortable. Considering her circumstances it should have been a silly, trivial thing.
If her muscles had been working properly she would have jumped when Caesar's fingers came down on her skin. He was talking with the other men now while tracing a pattern on the lower right side of her stomach. Despite the curling tips and gentle curve of one of the lines she could tell he was making the X sign where he wanted it. The red X: the symbol of the Legion slave. Apparently his version for her was a little more elaborate than the crudely and hurried version seen on the other slaves. Naturally, Caesar was a narcissist and he could not have his property be below par. It made sense now why she had been drugged in this fashion. He had wanted her still enough for them to tattoo the mark on her and when she refused to cooperate plan B was enacted. Bastards.
It took them about twenty minutes or more, it was hard to tell time like this. She forced herself to watch the ceiling (not that she had a choice), not even being able to blink away the tears that brimmed in her eyes. If she could have only screamed or cursed or told the man watching the proceedings how much she hated him she would have felt better. Verbalizing one's feelings relieved so much stress and to not be able to free those feelings caused an overflow inside her. When that medicine wore off she was going to tear his face off; damn the consequences.
She felt relief as the Legionary etching the tattoo into her skin finished and applied the bandage that would keep it clean and safe from the elements. The two quietly packed away their tools and waited for orders. "You're dismissed." Caesar told them, commenting on what a fantastic job they had done. They both nodded respectfully and left. "Finally," he purred, "we're alone, my dear."
Just fucking shoot me. She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. Of course even if she could have he probably would have told her something like that was unnecessary now because that's what he had her for. Then she would have just gotten more pissed off and upset.
Speaking of pissed off and upset he had that knife in his hand again and was studying her body with great consideration. She swore to herself that if he cut her with that thing she was coming off that table and jamming it down his throat, magic powder or no magic powder. "Between you and me I have been thinking of something like this for quite some time. Imagine my surprise when I heard that you had accepted my invitation. To be honest I was a little apprehensive about the meeting." One of his fingers hooked under the small connecter in her bra that rested in the dipped valley between her breasts and lifted it up a few inches. With a slight tilt of his head he placed the blade against it and cut. She wanted to scream as if she'd been cut. He had no right! He had no goddamned right. Yet the tingling itch on her belly told her that in his world he did have a right.
"Quite preposterous really to feel that way," He continued, knife flicking each cup to the side to grant him full view of two of her greatest assets. Anna had always been self-conscious about them for reasons she never quite understood. Men seemed to find them more than suitable for their tastes, even the picky ones. Still she couldn't get that thought out of her head that men preferred women with grapefruit sized breasts that almost burst from the seems of their dresses, breasts that they could roll around and play with, had to squeeze with both hands. Wasn't it about quantity in this department?
"Twenty years ago I got it in my head I wanted to raise an army and I did. I do not see why the conquest of a woman would be any different. To think I had no idea how I would possess you if I so decided that was my wish!" With his free hand he followed the curve of her neck down to her collarbone. For a few seconds he traced the line of it across her shoulders and chest, and then continued lower until his fingertips rose over the swell of one of the newly freed mounds of flesh, thumb immediately finding the erect tip.
"I think that the legend-like stories that surrounded you had even gotten into my head. How foolish of me." His eyes flickered up to hers, watching her reaction concerning both his physical and verbal ministrations. "But you're just a woman – an exquisite woman." His hand cupped the breast he'd been molesting and held it with an almost curious manner, his caress more gentle and exploitative than she could have thought possible for a Legionary. Then again he wasn't quite a Legionary, he was the Legionary, the master, the creator. The Legion was his brainchild and it had become powerful and potent.
Anna's lips trembled with a pitiful mewl and she took a deep breath. Her faculties were beginning to come back now, but she was too weak to even try to move. She wanted to beg him to stop touching her; her pride wouldn't allow her to utter a word, if she even could. There was no way she was going to show him how much this was bothering her.
"You belong to me now. In time you will come to appreciate your position here." He let his eyes drift down her stomach to the bandage, fingers following that gaze and then continuing on to the waistband of her pants. With the earlier bout of struggling they were somewhat askew on her hips and pulled a bit lower than she would have liked. His discovery oriented digits roamed across skin she wished he hadn't been able to touch. She heard the soft clatter of the knife being laid down on top of her ruined shirt beside him. Gleefully she found she could tilt her head to follow his movements. The powder was wearing off. However a small hiccup of panic ran through her prone form as his hands returned to her belt and skillfully unclipped the clasp and then slipped the top button from the hole that held her pants closed.
She whimpered, an involuntary shudder passing over her and causing her muscles to tense and jump. "No." She breathed. "Please." Screw her pride.
He paused. "Please?"
"Please don't." She felt so frail, so weak.
Caesar chuckled at her as if finally realizing what thoughts were racing through her head. "Oh, I'm not going to do anything to you… not yet." With that assertion he continued to work at the tight leather that fit her like a second skin below her waist. She hated the way his hands traveled over her, stroked intimately up her thighs like he had a lover's pass. The only thing he didn't do was make any kind of indication he was interested in the warm juncture between her legs. That mystery was solved when he allowed his knuckles to slide precariously close and then smirked even darker when the fear flickered through her eyes. He was teasing her, playing off that fear of his future conquest of her. They both knew it wasn't a matter of if, but of when. "As much as I like this leather on you we're going to have to find you something more suitable for an Emperor's concubine. Something more feminine – but demure." He added the bit on the end carefully. "I'll have to have something custom made for you."
"I'd hate to embarrass you with my horrible fashion sense." She replied dryly, finally able to flex her fingers and bend her arm. The Legion ran around playing dress up and she was the one being accused of not wearing appropriate attire.
"Hm. Indeed. And that tongue of yours. We are going to have to work on that, too."
"Like to see you try." She snorted, pushing herself up on her elbows to glare at him.
His hands slid down to her knees and without warning suddenly gripped them and dragged her down the table. When she was close enough for him to reach her he seized the back of her neck and brought her lips within centimeters of hers. "Silence, woman." He growled before crushing a passionate kiss to them. Anna tensed in his grasp and tried to squirm away but the hold on her neck was like iron. That hold only cemented itself when his other hand was placed on her back pulling her forward, making her all too aware that her legs were hanging off the table, one on each side of his waist. Her muffled cries of protest came out sounding like moans of pleasure. A few moments later she wasn't sure that they weren't.
Somehow he urged her mouth open just enough to coax their tongues into a battle of supremacy. The sweet tastes of Nuka-Cola and sugar caressed his senses, leaving him wanting more, but knowing now wasn't the time to take it. He was just proving a point. One he could tell she was slowly getting and hating for she began to fight him again, the look in her eyes telling him she was full of self-loathing for letting her guard down even one instant and letting the kiss continue on for even a few more seconds than necessary. "Well," he said, leaning back, "I don't think I heard a word out of you that entire time."
"You're a cheater." She snapped, but she was averting her eyes and trying not to sound breathless.
"Only because you lost." He stated, releasing her and letting her fall back onto the table. "I have other business to attend to. One of the other slaves will be coming shortly to help you get cleaned up." A slightly rough pile of fabric was dropped into her lap. "This is for you to wear."
She held it up above her to get a look at it, frowning. It was a sleeveless dress that looked long enough to go down to about her knees, shapeless and colorless – unless you counted that awful dirty tan shade a color. "Stylish."
"Its temporary. If you continue to complain I'll make it permanent."
Thankfully she stayed quiet this time and just folded the dress in her lap.
"While I'm gone make sure you rest – you will need it."
-X-
"Get your rest, you'll need it." Anna mocked under her breath, mind turning to her so-called master's instructions before they had parted. You wish. She thought to herself, head hanging off the side of the large bed just enough for her hair to swing freely back and forth. Earlier the thought of him making advances towards her had been turning her into a shuddering pile of courier goo, and not because she found the idea pleasant. There was actually a nagging portion in her mind afraid that she might actually like it, which would mean she'd have to kill herself. After a nice scrubbing down and some time to recuperate her mind she was feeling quite confident and strong now. She believed if he walked through that door she could truthfully tell him that she wasn't afraid and that he could do his worst.
She might have lost her freedom, but she refused to let him take what little dignity she had left by giving up without a fight. If he wanted to turn her into his little toy he'd have to earn it. In a way she felt he didn't take her seriously as an opponent, not before her capture and certainly not after. He treated her like a silly little girl who'd gone out to play with the big boys and then fallen and scraped her knee. He was waiting for her to start crying, to admit she had been bested. That wasn't going to come, not now, not ever. That swaggering self-important act of his might work on his underlings and the slaves. It would take something far more powerful to bring this courier down.
Absently she found herself combing her fingers through her shoulder-length brown hair, thinking of the girl that had been sent to help her wash up. Her name had been Decima, and she had been so meek and soft-spoken. And even though Anna was technically a slave, too, the girl had never once met her gaze. She'd tried to be helpful, telling her to just do as 'Lord' Caesar told her to do and she would make it just fine. "He is not so bad really," the girl had said softly, helping her get to a particularly tough patch of dirt on her back, "not compared to some of the raiders and other slavers out there. I've seen him show mercy, even to us slaves. Do not anger him."
Anna wondered if she had been told to say that or if she was just so brainwashed she didn't know a sociopath when she saw one. Still, the girl seemed nice and she didn't want to hurt her feelings so she just nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."
When they finished she noticed the girl studying her closely. Her fingers hovered just over the mark on her stomach. She had seemed to notice its intricacies while changing out Anna's bandage. "He intends to keep you for a long time, you must know this." Decima said. "You don't realize how special you are, I can tell, but you need to know that since I've been here Caesar has never taken a slave of his own. Nor have I heard tell of him ever doing so before."
Special? Yeah she supposed that was the word for this situation. Anna snorted. "Like I believe he doesn't use his power to take whatever woman he wants."
Decima actually smiled at this. "I didn't say he hasn't brought women up here, but none of them has ever stayed. They would be used and then sent right back to their proper places. He's also never taken interest in the same woman twice. The fact he has set his sights on you is a big deal. There must be something about you that has attracted his attention other than your beauty."
Beauty, what? Now Anna laughed. "Please, now I know you're kidding me. I'm not beautiful at all. I'm dirty, vulgar, shapeless, and, oh yeah, I have a horrible scar on my head from where I've been shot."
"It doesn't matter what you think of yourself, but you ought to know that more than a few of the legionaries are jealous that Caesar has chosen you for his own. They're hoping he'll tire of you or that you'll mess up so he'll discard you." Decima explained. "However I see that as unlikely given to how much trouble he's going to concerning you. That mark for one, its not just because he likes pretty things. You're his prize and he wants to make sure he gets to enjoy you for as long as possible. Concubines are a serious deal, Anna. They're very rare."
"What's the difference?" Anna muttered. She'd heard Caesar call her his concubine earlier, and knew vaguely what that word meant. Yet in the context of the Legion she wasn't sure if it would be the same. To her a concubine was just a sex slave.
"Slaves are just meant to do the bidding of their masters. Concubines… " Decima thought carefully, trying to consider a way to phrase this so that Anna could understand. Not being from the Legion and understanding their ways gave her a huge disadvantage when dealing with this situation. "In the Legion one cannot marry outside of their stature. In the case of Legionaries they cannot marry because all women are below them. Concubines are permanent companions. They're the closest thing to a wife that we have. As I said they're rare. You may not understand this, but you've been given an honor. Some of us would kill to be put in that kind of position."
Anna stared at the floor, quite unsure how to take this. "You're saying I'm his mistress?"
"Precisely." Decima nodded. "I would advise you get used to life here and try to get along with him. He can make your life extremely comfortable. Or he can do the exact opposite. Its all up to you."
"I can't just let him control me."
Decima shrugged. "Soon you'll see. Hopefully you realize how good you can really have it here."
Anna realized she had been twisting her hair around her finger as she recalled the conversation. When she released it the strands fell into a series of ringlets for a few seconds before evening out. These slaves might thing she was going to live some cushy life up here but she knew better. Caesar and the Legion were monsters and she was not going to fall prey to their bullshit teachings. She was just a living, breathing war trophy to Caesar, that was all.
-X-
It was night before Caesar returned. Anna had almost dozed off a few times during her stint of isolation, but had found it easy to maintain consciousness by concentrating on the sounds of the Fort, both the unpleasant and the pleasant. She was listening to the Legion canine troops howling off to her left somewhere and closed her eyes, pretending she was somewhere in the middle of the Mojave, Boone tucked safely away in his sleeping bag and Rex curled up by the fire, ears pricked to his four-legged comrades voices. The fantasy was shattered quite suddenly by a cacophony of angry shouts and Anna sat straight up in bed as Caesar, Lucius, and Vulpes marched into the room.
"I don't give a damn what his excuses are!" Caesar snarled. "You tell him to take care of it or he'll find himself sharing the side of the road with the rotting profligates! Then the only thing he'll have to worry about is whether he'll die of heat-stroke or dehydration first."
"Yes, sir." Vulpes said. "I was only reporting what was told to me."
Caesar rubbed his temples with a sigh, his anger diffusing a few levels. "I know. I wonder if some of these men are forgetting how it's like to be a real soldier, what with the NCR cowards running away from ever battle. This cannot continue. Tell him that he and his men are to find an answer to this problem, and soon, or I'll defer it to you, and if I have to do that…" The threat hung in the air.
Vulpes nodded. "I will do that right away." The Head of the Frumentarii turned to go, pausing only an instant to catch Anna's gaze. By the surprised expression on his face she knew he had completely forgotten that she was supposed to be there. Luckily that was as far as it went and he disappeared from sight.
"It's been a long day, Lucius, my friend. I want a little peace and quiet so if you can make sure I remain undisturbed for the rest of the night I will be thankful. I was hoping to get to know our new citizen." Caesar told his head bodyguard.
"Of course." Lucius said and also ducked out of the bedroom, leaving the two alone.
Anna crossed her arms over her chest and regarded the leader with a smug smirk. "Trouble in paradise, master."
Her sarcasm was not lost on him and he turned to glare at her. "I will give you one warning and that is all. I am not in the mood for your insolence."
"Aw, really? Poor baby has a headache?" She prodded, a faux sweetness twisting her voice. He had all the signs of an approaching migraine, possibly a really bad one. "You want me to feel sorry for you? Want me to rub your shoulders or ask you how your day was? Well, fuck that!" Her doe-eyed innocence melted away as her eyes narrowed. "Boohoo, big deal. You have a headache, you don't feel good, your pathetic little army not shaping up for you? Guess what? I nearly had my head caved in yesterday and now you want to make me your personal little fucktoy… You're not getting an iota of pity from me. I hope it hurts, you bastard."
His lips pressed into a thin line. She could see the furious tension in his muscles as he barely controlled his anger. She should have been scared, but all she felt was a little bit of pride at having got under his skin so quickly. For a few moments he was silent as he began to remove his armor and place it neatly on the table. The technical part of her found her eyes drawn to the action, not because he was undressing, but because she was curious as to how it all fit together. Finally he spoke, "put out the lights."
"That an order?"
He just leveled an icy gaze at her and she found herself suddenly uncomfortable. She slipped off the bed and started to do as he asked as he continued to take off his armor in silence. He finished before she did and just stood watching her until the last candle was snuffed out. Then she felt the true fury of the might Emperor of the Legion. His hand reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her over to him. She gave a cry of surprise and tried to wrench free but only managed to get herself shoved over the table, pinned between him and the unyielding wood. "Its one of many, learn to follow them." He hissed.
"Make me."
The hand in her hair let go to clamp around her throat, fingers squeezing just enough to cut off her air, but not enough to do any permanent damage. Her eyes widened with panic, hands desperately trying to pry off his grip. He was too strong for her, a reminder that he wasn't just the leader of this army in figurehead, but also had the ability to give a good battle of his own. He wasn't in bad shape. In fact, for his age he was in pretty damned good condition. Admiration for his prowess however was the last thing on her mind at that moment. Especially when she felt his other hand push beneath the hem of the dress she was wearing and slide up her thigh. Nimble fingers hooked the corner of her underwear and dragged them down her legs. He dropped them on the table above her head with a dark smile. "You won't need these anymore."
Adrenaline washed through her system and despite the lack of oxygen getting to her blood she had enough strength to twist her body and get her knee in between them as leverage. It took everything she had just to push him the few inches she got, but it was enough to break free and roll off the table onto the floor. A sharp cry followed the sting in her knee as she slammed into the ground. The pain would have to be ignored for the time being. She scrambled away from him, although she had no clue where she'd go. She had no weapons, no possessions, and there was no way the legionaries would let her get far. They'd drag her right back and he'd probably be more pissed than he was now. He's got the power, Anna, what the hell are you doing fucking with him like you are! You're going to get yourself killed. Any resolve she had had from her previous pep talk disappeared. She had kept underestimating him and now he was going to punish her for it.
His hand caught her shoulder and turned her around. That's when he struck her across the jaw, sending her sprawling on her back. "Stop with your petty attempts to maintain control. It's insulting. Not just to me but to yourself."
Her hand came up to touch her face. "You… you hit me."
"Don't sound so victimized. You were warned."
"You hit me." She repeated, eyes wide with surprise.
"Because you fought me." It was a simple answer. He reached down and pulled her to her feet. "Now," his fingers gripped her sore jaw, holding her head in place as he looked into her eyes, "its been a terrible day and its been a long time since I've had any worthy female company."
Anna tried to shake her head. She didn't even care that she was crying now. "Please don't do this. I'm sorry. Forgive me. I'll make it up to you, I will, just… not now."
His laugh was more like a bark of malice as he dragged her over to his bed and pushed her down. There was no sign that he felt sorry for her in the slightest, and really, why should he? Wasn't she supposed to be there for his wants and desires, not the other way around? At first Anna had thought she would be able to at least distract him from his thoughts of bedding her, but now she saw that had been a waste of time. She realized that in a way she actually had no right to even argue about this because she had offered herself to him on a silver platter. Yes, she had done it to save Boone's life, and she had fully intended to deal with whatever consequences came her way, but for some naïve reason she had thought she would have some time to adjust before something like this. That just makes you the biggest idiot in this situation then.
He leaned over her, calloused hands scraping across her delicate skin as he pushed her dress up passed her hips. She whimpered as he settled himself between her knees and pushed her thighs apart. "Don't hurt me." She hated how not like herself she sounded. The Anna she knew would have never begged a man like this, she would have just kicked his ass and showed him who was boss. The only problem with that scenario was that she was no longer the boss. Caesar was, and he knew it.
Her breath caught in her throat when she felt the tip of his erection pressing at her entrance. She was nowhere near ready for him, but that didn't seem to be an issue in his eyes, considering what he told her next. "In spite of the bad mood I'm in I gave you a chance to receive my mercy tonight, but you threw it back in my face."
"I'm sorry." She whispered, turning her head away from him.
"You're not sorry, not yet, but you will be." He clutched her hips and drove himself into her. The scream he wrenched from her lips was beautiful, like music. "Did that hurt, my pet?" He purred, stroking down the side of her face with one finger. "Shall we try it again?" Beneath him she trembled in pain and fear, a moan of discontent rumbling in her chest as he almost pulled all the way out and then slammed back in. She continued to cry as he repeated a few more times, making sure each one was as jarring and painful as the last.
"Stop." Anna sobbed.
"You also lost the ability to have any say in the matter." He growled, pinning her hands above her head and stretching his body along hers. The feel of her skin against his was like reaching an oasis after such a long time in the desert. Slave women didn't compare to this feeling. His conquered courier was healthy and supple, flesh taut over just the right amount of feminine muscle, and deliciously warm and tight around him. He buried his head in the crook of her neck as he set his pace inside her, inhaling her scent. It was a mix of wind-blown earth, sweat, and a natural spice of her own. Along with it also came the faint smell of blood, leaving him wondering if he had been too rough with her after all, because he knew without a doubt that she wasn't at all innocent.
As soon as that potentially guilty thought came he dismissed it. She had asked for this with her cruel words and her insolent disobedience. If he gave her a break this early she would learn nothing. Quite sad really because even though he was punishing her she had also won in a way for making him lose his cool like this. Hopefully she would learn her lesson this time. The tears staining her face and the shaking of her body indicated that perhaps she had.
It was frustrating when the fatigue of the day and his own pain came into play, forcing him to finish the lesson a little earlier than he had intended. He switched his angle and gripped her body close to his as each thrust brought him closer to the brink of his own climax. He could tell his partner was in a state of considerably less pleasure, which, once again, was her own fault. It did not stop him from enjoying the euphoria that flooded his system when he spilled inside her or the small aftershocks that tingled across his skin. "If you learn how to behave maybe next time won't be so unpleasant for you." He stroked her hair and laid a kiss on her neck before turning away from her.
Anna flinched at his touch and cursed the mockery of a kiss he had given her. She didn't think she could hate him anymore than she already had, but she had been wrong. Curling into a ball she pulled her dress all the way down and brought her knees up to her chest, hoping the warmth of the position would ease the pain she was in. It sickened her that he had enjoyed every moment of what he had done to her. Sadist. And his promise that there would be a next time, of course there would be a next time. To keep her mind off of that she concentrated on silencing her sobs and keeping her body from trembling so hard.
She wanted to die.