Free His Captive Mate by Samantha Madisen

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    A strange cocktail of fear, desire, and shame welled within her. As much as his attention hurt, some twisted part of her didn’t want it to end. And the closer he got to her core, the more that part took over. He was dominating her in a way she’d never imagined a man could, doing exactly what he pleased, when he pleased it. And she was powerless to stop him.
    Tears stung at her eyes and rolled down her cheeks and just when she thought she might faint from the pain, Hawk stopped his furious clapping and his hot palm settled onto the round, fleshy orb of her ass and stayed there.
    “It’s to keep the heat in,” he explained, his voice low and husky, as if he’d enjoyed meting out her punishment as much as she’d enjoyed receiving it. “It’ll serve your memory better. You will remember this, won’t you, Daz?”
    Feeling ashamed and aroused at the same time, she realized that anything but the answer he wanted would probably only earn her another spanking. “Yes,” she whispered softly, her nipples tensing.
    Then she felt it. The bulge she’d seen between his legs earlier, she felt it rise and touch her stomach. She wanted to avoid it, wanted to ignore it, but she couldn’t help the gasp that crossed her lips as she felt it pulse beneath her again.
    “Have you seen a man before?” Hawk growled.
    Was she imagining it, or was his hand moving closer to her core?
    Daz tried to look up at her husband-to-be but she could barely twist her neck enough to see him. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed he was looking down with that stern but comforting stare she’d grown strangely fond of and a whisper of pleasure ran through her.
    “I… of course I’ve seen a man. You’re right in front of me,” Daz replied, unsure of what he was asking.
    Hawk pulled her from him, moving her onto her stomach onto the bed where he’d been sitting.
    “Stay there,” he said, then turned around and moved back across the room, opened a small cupboard, pulled something out, then walked back to the side of the bed. Daz eyed the implement he was holding.
    “I meant, have you seen a man without his clothes? Fully?”
    Daz blushed and looked away. She felt the same tickle in her middle she’d felt at the doctor’s office as well as a hint of wetness between her legs.
    “I take that to mean you haven’t. Well, today you will. But we must begin your training first.”
    Daz’s eyes shot back up to Hawk’s face. It was calm, and even in a way that made her feel strangely safe.
    “Training?” she asked, unsure of whether she wanted to hear the answer.
    “All brides must be trained. Once I claim you, truly claim you in front of the others, you will be mine to do with as I please. You must be willing and able to submit to me in any way.”
    Another shiver ran down Daz’s spine at the thought of what such a submission might mean. “Are you ready to begin?” Hawk asked.
    With what she’d been through, Daz wasn’t sure of whether she wanted to answer the question. But the same curiosity that had dulled her longing for Golan, made her want to know what the large man was talking about. She nodded her head slowly.
    “Good. Get on your knees, Daz.”
    Daz pushed herself off the bed, the whole time staring into Hawk’s eyes. Her body had already begun reacting in much the same way it had at the doctor’s. Her pink nipples were stiff with expectation and the wetness between her legs had swollen even more. She felt a heat down there, a yearning for something. What, she wasn’t sure.
    “Good. Now bend down. So your arms are on the bed.”
    Daz did as she was asked, bending forward and resting on her arms so her breasts were pushed against her thighs and her rear was embarrassingly exposed.
    Hawk sat down slowly on the bed beside her. Daz stole another glance at his crotch. The bulge had grown again and whatever it was, it was now pressing tightly against the fabric of his trousers once more.
    “It is the most sacred ritual, to