Page 91 of Her Broken Alpha
"That's ginger."
"Yes. Have you ever tasted fresh ginger?"
She flicked her eyes over his face. "Yes."
"You know its effects."
"Yes."
The spicy scent filled the room now as he peeled the skin off the fat root. "I'm going to give this to you, and you are going to hold it for me."
Her response to open a hand for it was reflexive, but he pressed down on her shoulder. Naya didn't understand what he wanted.
Voice deep in his chest, he asked darkly, "Did I say you could fuckin' move?"
She shook her head.
"I want you to listen. I want you to do what I say. You are gonna hold this. Keep it where I put it."
He put it inside her.
Foreign and hot, about the size of a single one of his fingers, he pumped it in twice and rubbed it up to her hardened nub, circling, spreading a burning, tingling heat.
Naya howled and arched away, wanting to escape. His palm splayed against her back at the same time as harsh, guttural command.
"Still. Now."
Her muscles locked, the omega of her biology making her helpless.
Around and around he circled her clit until she could feel the painful swell of it between her spread out thighs. Until she felt like she was on fire. Then he slid the ginger down and put it inside of her.
"You will hold that there for me. And this too." He touched the plug in her bottom.
"Please, Monster. Please," she begged, wanting this to stop. What could she do to make it stop? To ease the heat seeping into her bloodstream?
The cool sensation of the leather straps from the thing he'd had before startled Naya as it landed lightly between her shoulder blades. "This is a flogger, treasure—a whip of sorts. You are going to take this on your ass and between your legs until I think you've had enough. I'm going to whip you, like this."
The straps lifted and came down again.
She screamed. The sound of it against her skin, the force of it—she knew he must be holding back but those multiple little lashes spread out, fan-like, adding a new layer of stinging flame.
"Naya, you can do this. You are strong. You’re strong enough to save my fuckin' life, so you are going to do this too. What is my first rule?
“Let's make it simple. You're supposed to stay in this room if I'm not with you. So how about, 'stay where I put you.' That's a good fuckin' rule, because I never imagined you would dash out into the middle of a fighting pit to jump in front of me.
"Now you say, ‘stay where you put me.’ Say it."
She had trouble speaking through tears and snot on her face. Stuttering, she sobbed, "Stay where you put me."
"Good."
He brought the flogger up and down, hard. She screamed. For some reason that weakened the hold on the root he'd put inside of her and she felt it slip.
"No. No. No," he chided. Working it in and out of her again, he pressed it against her walls, making it burn and burn. She was sweating from the pain and the anguish of it.
"Rule two: I only take gifts from my monster. Say it."
"I only take gifts from my monster."
