it bothered Peyton—watching someone that he had taken under his wing like a sister about to let an alien between her legs with no formal wedding, no dating.
Graham barely took the time to glance at Peyton as he walked by him. “Believe me; it is none of your business where we’re going or what we do when we get there, got it?”
Peyton obviously didn’t like to be shrugged off. He finally got the harness unfastened and quickly went to block the door. “Where she goes, I go.”
“You have your own woman,” reminded Graham, nodding towards Mary. “This one is mine .”
Peyton didn’t move.
Graham suddenly grabbed the blaster off his utility belt and powered it on. He pointed it at Peyton’s head.
“Graham! Stop it!” Ellie said, trying to break free of his grasp.
“Step away, Muscles,” Graham growled threateningly. “I’m not in the mood to explain myself, and I’m not in the mood to dance with you.”
Peyton’s eyes shifted nervously, and he stepped aside and let them through the door.
“That was stupid!” Ellie lectured as Graham dragged her through the hallway.
Graham opened a door, looked in, and then closed it. “Is there ever a time where you are silent ?” he asked her, then opened another door, looked in, and then tugged her into the room with him, shutting and locking the door behind him before he let her go and turned on the lights.
She looked around. They were in a bedroom. She suddenly felt a stinging paralysis in her legs. Heat rose to her cheeks as she decided the best place to look was Graham’s boots.
She halfway expected him to act out what they had done in the prison; where he would tear her shirt into two pieces and start moving his lips down her neck.
Instead, he spun her around and bent her over his arm, which he had wrapped around her waist. Her toes were suddenly barely touching the ground as he, very sharply and very deliberately, delivered five smacks to the back of her pants.
She shrieked in surprise, and then in the startling pain caused by him affronting such a tender area. She was going to yelp, ‘why?’, but he began carrying out a very seething lecture unprompted.
“If you EVER talk to me like that in front of my crew again, I will take the hide off of you, do you understand me? And then I swear to GOD I will wash your mouth out with soap until that’s all you taste for a week . Did you think I don’t understand what you were saying? That your language is far too intricate to pick up subtle nuances ?” He was spanking her harder at the end of the speech than at the beginning, as if he had only made himself angrier.
“I was helping , though!” she gasped. “And you were being a… not nice person!” she caught herself before she said, ‘asshole’. She thought she could get away with cursing, but apparently not.
He stopped spanking her and wheeled her around to face him before she could sufficiently rub her affronted cheeks through the miserable excuse for fabric that were her pants. “I’m not a nice person,” he informed her. “Not when I’m working, not when I’m trying to get us out of gun-range, and not when I’m dying with ‘the sickness’. I’m just trying to keep sane . If you know what’s good for you, you will learn to at least not embarrass me further and speak to me respectfully . Do you know what respectful means? Or do I need to write out the definition on your bottom for you?”
“I didn’t ask for this, you know,” she reminded curtly. “I didn’t ask to have anything to do with you. I didn’t even ask you to rescue me from Jazeel. I was prima! I was doing fine .”
“Oh, yeah. That’s what it looked like,” he doubted sarcastically, pulling off his black shirt, exposing his well-chiseled, though beat-up frame. He had deep blue, purple, and green bruises everywhere, scratches were also everywhere. “REAL fine. I bet you loved getting your tits squeezed in public and then beaten for anything.”
“What’s
Graham barely took the time to glance at Peyton as he walked by him. “Believe me; it is none of your business where we’re going or what we do when we get there, got it?”
Peyton obviously didn’t like to be shrugged off. He finally got the harness unfastened and quickly went to block the door. “Where she goes, I go.”
“You have your own woman,” reminded Graham, nodding towards Mary. “This one is mine .”
Peyton didn’t move.
Graham suddenly grabbed the blaster off his utility belt and powered it on. He pointed it at Peyton’s head.
“Graham! Stop it!” Ellie said, trying to break free of his grasp.
“Step away, Muscles,” Graham growled threateningly. “I’m not in the mood to explain myself, and I’m not in the mood to dance with you.”
Peyton’s eyes shifted nervously, and he stepped aside and let them through the door.
“That was stupid!” Ellie lectured as Graham dragged her through the hallway.
Graham opened a door, looked in, and then closed it. “Is there ever a time where you are silent ?” he asked her, then opened another door, looked in, and then tugged her into the room with him, shutting and locking the door behind him before he let her go and turned on the lights.
She looked around. They were in a bedroom. She suddenly felt a stinging paralysis in her legs. Heat rose to her cheeks as she decided the best place to look was Graham’s boots.
She halfway expected him to act out what they had done in the prison; where he would tear her shirt into two pieces and start moving his lips down her neck.
Instead, he spun her around and bent her over his arm, which he had wrapped around her waist. Her toes were suddenly barely touching the ground as he, very sharply and very deliberately, delivered five smacks to the back of her pants.
She shrieked in surprise, and then in the startling pain caused by him affronting such a tender area. She was going to yelp, ‘why?’, but he began carrying out a very seething lecture unprompted.
“If you EVER talk to me like that in front of my crew again, I will take the hide off of you, do you understand me? And then I swear to GOD I will wash your mouth out with soap until that’s all you taste for a week . Did you think I don’t understand what you were saying? That your language is far too intricate to pick up subtle nuances ?” He was spanking her harder at the end of the speech than at the beginning, as if he had only made himself angrier.
“I was helping , though!” she gasped. “And you were being a… not nice person!” she caught herself before she said, ‘asshole’. She thought she could get away with cursing, but apparently not.
He stopped spanking her and wheeled her around to face him before she could sufficiently rub her affronted cheeks through the miserable excuse for fabric that were her pants. “I’m not a nice person,” he informed her. “Not when I’m working, not when I’m trying to get us out of gun-range, and not when I’m dying with ‘the sickness’. I’m just trying to keep sane . If you know what’s good for you, you will learn to at least not embarrass me further and speak to me respectfully . Do you know what respectful means? Or do I need to write out the definition on your bottom for you?”
“I didn’t ask for this, you know,” she reminded curtly. “I didn’t ask to have anything to do with you. I didn’t even ask you to rescue me from Jazeel. I was prima! I was doing fine .”
“Oh, yeah. That’s what it looked like,” he doubted sarcastically, pulling off his black shirt, exposing his well-chiseled, though beat-up frame. He had deep blue, purple, and green bruises everywhere, scratches were also everywhere. “REAL fine. I bet you loved getting your tits squeezed in public and then beaten for anything.”
“What’s
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