Page 28 of Savagely Mated (Shared Mates #1)

E inar

Yesterday was a complete wash. We all ended up going to bed at six in the morning, which resulted in some very poor sleep overnight, but that can’t be helped. It is a new day, and it is time to execute the plan.

Darcy doesn’t want to go to school. I know how she feels.

The day I left the academy as a teacher, I felt a lightness I’ve never felt before or since.

It was like being let out of prison. I wish I could tell her that, but I don’t want to give her more ammunition to argue against doing as she is told.

The two of us somehow manage to pout over pancakes in mutual silence. Kirin’s butler serves us in polite quiet, which means the only sounds in the room are forks and knives on plates.

“You were lucky Kirin didn’t kick your ass for slapping him like that.” Darcy breaks the silence.

I drop my fork onto my plate in a clattering defeat. She’s not going to let this go. Women don’t. They hold onto things. Little things. Things any man would know don’t matter.

“You should worry less about what I did to Kirin, and more about what I’m going to do to you.”

Her eyes widen. Her mouth falls open.

“What do you mean?”

“You left the academy day before yesterday without permission. You’re going to be dealt with today.”

She narrows her eyes at me, but it’s not as convincing this time. I can smell her arousal. It’s instant. This girl likes to be punished. She likes it when I’m more than stern. She likes it when I’m rough.

“I’m not going, in that case.”

Darcy

He gets up, walks around the table, and grabs me by the back of my shirt, scruffing me up out of the chair like I weigh nothing.

“I’m getting a little tired of having to manhandle you every time you need to do something,” he growls at me.

Suddenly, I very much feel the absence of Rafe and Kirin.

There’s nobody here to moderate Einar now.

Maybe I shouldn’t have mouthed off quite so much.

The guy is rough as hell, and he has a temper when he’s pushed.

We’ve been doing nothing but pushing him.

I pushed him just now, said something I knew would wind him up.

Now, hanging in his fist, I’m really not sure why the hell I did that.

“You’re going to the academy, and you’re going to become a model student, and you’re going to be assigned to the palace…”

“And I’m going to kill the king for you?”

“Yes,” he growls. “You’re going to kill for me, just as I tell you to, because you have been raised as a soldier. That is what you are, and it is what I expect you to be. Understand?” He gives me a little shake.

His words are stern, but it’s the way that he says them that gets my attention and twists my gut.

I’m going to kill for him? The memory of the dead guard flashes through my brain and reminds me how I felt when this all started.

I’m not a killer. I’m not cut out for the primary function the academy trains us for, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

That’s one of the reasons why I started skipping out in the first place, along with the fact that most people spend a few years in the academy, and I have spent my entire conscious life there.

What I don’t yet know, they can’t teach me.

I say none of this to the man holding me up like a kitten.

He clearly doesn’t care what I think, or what I want.

He’s just made it abundantly clear that I am a means to an end for him, and he expects me to be the perfect little soldier everybody else at the academy is smart enough to know I will never be.

“Yeah,” I say. “I understand.”

“Good.” He puts me back down on my feet. “There’s a uniform up in the room that’s going to be yours. One across from mine. Go put it on.”

“I haven’t worn a uniform for years. They stopped bothering to try to make me wear one.”

“You’re going to start again.”

I open my mouth to complain, but I decide against it.

We drive to the academy in a car. I sit in the passenger seat and I wear my seatbelt and breathe in strained silence that I know wouldn’t exist if we had the others here.

“Where are Rafe and Kirin?”

“Busy,” he says.

“Did you kill Kirin?”

He snorts, looking actually amused for the first time in a while. “No, Darcy, I did not.”

I think I believe him. Probably.

Anyway, I soon have more problems to worry about. When we get to the academy, Einar doesn’t send me off to class. Instead, he takes me to his office. They’ve given him one of the nice ones that looks out over the training courtyard. They’ve also given him a big wood desk and a… cane?

He picks it up just as I see it.

“Pants down and bend over the desk,” he says, tapping the wood with the tip of the cane.

“What? No! Why?”

“Do it, Darcy.”

“Ugh. Fine.”

I do as he says, because I know there will be hell to pay if I don’t. Einar always gets his way. I used to always get my way too. It felt good. Wish it could happen for me again.

I lower my pants and bend over the desk. It’s a humiliating position, but that’s the point, I guess. He wants me to feel like a naughty schoolgirl being punished in an old-fashioned way—and it’s working.

Crack!

The cane lands, and I grit my teeth as the pain rushes through me with a cold shiver. Fuck, that hurts. And fuck him if he thinks I’m going to admit it.

Crack! Crack!

Every time the cane lands, two things happen: my ass hurts substantially more, and I hate Einar just that little bit extra. This is bullshit. This is performative punishment designed to show everybody, including me, that’s he’s in control.

Crack! Crack!

Now I am going to have to make damn sure he knows there is no way of controlling me. I’m going to have to be so, so much worse.

Cracccck!

“Come here,” he says, putting the cane down after six cruel strokes.

I stand up stiffly, and he wraps me in his arms. I don’t really want a hug right now, but my body wants a lot more than a hug because my body is fully sexually insane and cannot be trusted.

My ass is burning, and I know there will be horrible marks later. The cane is an instrument that I thought the academy had banned, but I guess Einar doesn’t care about little things like rules.

Einar

She’s aroused again. I can smell the scent, and I feel my body answering.

“You’re such a bad little girl,” I growl, enjoying the blushing flush of her response. “Even with a sore, caned ass, you manage to disobey.”

She curls up against me, hiding from me with me. It’s an endearing little motion. I stroke her hair and her back, and I try to tell myself we’re not going to have sex, but I know we are.

I should have thought about this before I caned her at the academy. I should have done this at home.

Before I know what I’m doing, I have her on the green leather couch, straddling me because of course it’s going to hurt her far too much to lie down on her back. That means she has to crouch above me and over me, offering her sweet pink pussy to my thick cock.

“Come here,” I say, reaching for her. “Lay down on me.”

Sometimes I think I cannot beat this brat enough. Other times, I realize how little tenderness she gets from me, and the guilt is quite extreme. I want to fuck her. I will fuck her. But a little human affection is in order first, before we act like the animals we also are.

Darcy

I feel safe with this man. Sometimes I hate him. Sometimes he makes me want to scream. And he’s definitely put me through some pain, but right now, feeling his warmth, smelling his scent, I feel like I have met my match.

He strokes me and soothes me, and lets me find some comfort in him. I know he’s capable of harsh punishments, and I know I am probably still in trouble because he’s not going to let this go. But right now, he’s treating me tenderly and he’s giving me what I need.

“Are you ever going to be a good girl for me, Darcy?” He murmurs the question in my ear. “Or do you want to be Daddy’s bad little girl?”

The bolt of pure erotic electricity that runs through me when he calls me ‘Daddy’s bad little girl’ is unmatched. Holy shit, I didn’t know words could go straight to my clit.

“No need to answer,” he says, sliding his hand down over my punished ass. “I know which one of those two things you are.”

His cock slides into me, thick and dominant and possessive.

I lie on top of him and I take my fucking, his hand curled in the back of my hair to keep me in place as his cock slides in and out of me with a repeated arching of his hips.

I am so fucking wet, and I needed this very, very badly.

“You’re in trouble,” he murmurs. “And what happens to girls who get in trouble with me?”

“Mnnnn…” I can’t muster words right now.

“They get punished. I’m going to spank you again when your bottom is a little better. I’m going to take you over my knee and smack your ass red. I might spank you until you cry, Darcy. I might hold you there in front of everyone and show them how I spank my bad girl’s bottom.”

I am moaning and writhing against him as he makes those promises to me. I know when they happen, I’ll hate it. But there will be a part of me that remembers this moment, and how it feels to be getting slowly, possessively fucked by my teacher.

The admin and students don’t know this part. They don’t know that he fucks me and fills me with his cum. They don’t know that I grind my wet little clit against his pubic bone and take every inch of his cock like I should.

In this respect, at least, I am a good girl.