"His cum is in my prize, his scent on my property," Khell'ar snapped out, jolting me at the same moment his hand circled my arm. I let out a small yelp as he yanked me forward, my feet stumbling where he led. "Will you scream his name when your new owner makes you come?"

Would he like it if I did? He'd certainly seemed to enjoy the many cries of his name I'd released the night before.

This is just pretend, Sunny. Every second of it. 

It was a bitter and necessary reminder, but it left my tongue glued in my mouth, and Khell'ar snagged my hip in his grip, claws digging in as if in punishment for my silence.

"No, beast," I whispered.

The hand on my arm slid up to my shoulder and then grasped the back of my neck, bending me forward.

"We'll see," Khell'ar snarled.

He nudged me another step, and my hips bumped into a raised platform, high enough that the top hit my waist. He lifted me up, pushing my chest down onto its slightly padded surface, my legs hanging over the edge.

"You should've cleaned yourself for me, petal, but I'll do the work myself if I must."

And as if in response, or perhaps at some aroused encouragement of my core, release slipped out of me again, just as Khell'ar smoothed a hand down my ass to cup my sex.

"How many times did he make you come?"

I hid my grin against the surface of the platform, stretching my arms forward and finding the other edge with the tips of my fingers. "I lost count."

"Mmmm, then I will have to guess."

Khell'ar's touch was gone at that declaration, and for a moment, I thought I would be left on the awkward platform in silence again. A moment later, and with a soft whoosh of air from behind me, brilliant and shocking pain bloomed on my ass.

I let out a cry at the sudden spank, and the note swooped higher as two thick fingers plunged inside of me with a wet squelch.

Oh god. The implication of Khell'ar's questions hit me at once. He would clean me with his fingers, fucking our mutual release out of me. He would spank me for the orgasms he had already given me. Surely not, there had been so many!

"Too hard?" he asked, slightly winded.

I moaned, turning my head and wishing I might see him behind me, but the blindfold was still firmly in place. His broad hand was soothing over the spot he'd just struck, leaving a sharp heat behind.

"Not yet," I answered.

"Good." His fingers picked up pace inside of me, and the next slap of his hand on my ass was a relieving distraction from the little splashes against my inner thighs.

"Oh, beast!" I cried out.

"That's it, little petal. Again," he said.