Fated Possession_The Machinery of Desire by Cari Silverwood

Author:Cari Silverwood [Silverwood, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

They journeyed onward for many days. Sassik trained her to kneel and to obey, to bow her head when he commanded it, to submit. He trained her to masturbate before him. Punishments were rare, though spanking her was something he could seriously do forever.

Watching her walk away from him, naked, with a red ass, with her hips doing that female sway – he wanted that on a loop.

When she brushed against a shrub that lanced her with hundreds of thorns, he had her lie over him while he extracted them. Tedious, but enjoyable – not because it hurt her, though watching her squirm and squeak was fun. He’d liked caring for her.

A lot of men proposed to buy Blue. Half he rejected as assholes, the other half Blue said no to. One persistent man had to be shot.

“Better shot than strung up by your balls,” he’d told the idiot as he was stretchered away. Some people didn’t get hints well.

He stuck to the bargain and let her choose. He detested lying, yet with each passing day he saw himself as more and more dishonest.

Before, he’d had a gut-felt inkling of what it was he wanted. Now he was surer about the nuances. It was too odd to be normal, and he resisted, because doing it, saying it to her, would be ridiculous.

He didn’t stick his cock in her again, at either end, because of this. Possessing this woman would happen so easily, like slipping on shoes. He wanted her, in a perverse way that most men who had slaves would think bizarre.

Still, he was vetoing men just because he couldn’t bear to give her to them. He also suspected she’d never say yes.

He was going to talk to her about this, or smack some sense into her. After he smacked some sense into himself.

The last town before the Chasm was Diavulge. On the far side of the town, a road wound up into the mountains. Heavy clouds obscured the sky above the green slopes.

Between them and the road, the town sprawled. This was one of the few civilized places that’d sprung up in association with a destroyed city. The shattered remains of once-towering buildings lay in slumped heaps where they’d fallen.

Far to the left, great holes had been gouged, where landships had swept by, grazing the town, gulping up the ground and mining. It was what Mekkers did. Most visits led to trade. Sometimes there was violence.

“Never trust a Mekker,” he muttered.

He parked outside a drinking hole called Last Chance, and he pointed through the grimy windshield.

“This is the only place with liquor before we hit that road going up to the Chasm.”

Blue nodded. He didn’t cuff her to the door anymore. She wore the cuffs, though that was more due to him liking them on her. The collar was still the original Mekker one.

“I might find a physician here. It’s a big place. Then I can get that collar off you.”

She put her hand to the collar. “Thank you.

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