He threw off the covers, pulled her across his lap and landed several hard smacks on her ass.
She had the audacity to giggle.
"Little human, if I want something from you, I'll take it. I don't need you to offer it. I thought you understood, but it seems you require another lesson."
She waggled her ass on his lap, her soft skin brushing over his throbbing cock.
He smacked her ass again. "Up."
She crawled off him and he stood from the sleepdisk, picking up his sword belt from the dressing table. He grasped her wrists and looped it around them, then pulled until she stumbled off the hovering bed.
He dragged her to a place where he had a hook on the wall for his sword and pulled her up until he could drop the buckle over the hook. She turned in a circle, body stretched up until she balanced on her tiptoes.
“Now that’s a lovely sight.”
Because he felt completely unforgiving, he sought the animal hide strap out of the implement box. She still sported a few marks from the last whipping he gave her, which ought to inspire his mercy, but it had the opposite effect. It excited him. Power rushed through his veins.
“Turn and face the wall, beautiful. You know I want access to that ass of yours.”
He supposed if Leti had appeared frightened or cowed he would back down. But his female always seemed to relish his punishments, which made him all he more eager to deliver them. He started with light strokes, slapping the leather strap across her ass, loving the way she tightened her round globes and released them, the way she danced around and put herself right back into position.
Such a good little slave. He ought to be kinder. Instead he channeled all his irritation that had been buzzing through him since his mother’s arrival, all his annoyance at Leti’s sex pet act, all the stress of bearing the responsibility for the future of their species, into reddening her ass. He striped the lower half of her cheeks down to where ass met thigh. When he stroked the backs of her legs, she cried out with a different timber. “Ow! Master, please.”
He recognized the difference—he’d crossed the line from painful pleasure into something more challenging. But still, he vecking loved hearing her beg, so he whipped her there again, And once more.
Then, to force himself to slow down, he stepped in and grabbed one of her heated cheeks, squeezing and kneading the plump flesh. “I like it when you make those hurty little sounds.”
She made another sound—half whimper half moan.
He reached around the front of her hips to cup her mons.
So vecking wet.
His little female always got wet when he punished her. Victory roared through him. “Turn around,” he commanded, his voice rough.
She swiveled, revealing her perky breasts, stretched and lifted by her arms overhead.
He rolled another length of the strap around his fist to shorten it. “I wonder what sounds you’ll make when I whip these pretty little tits?”
She whimpered, her breath coming fast, eyes dilated. Her long hair fell over her shoulders. He brushed it back to get it out of the way. With a light flick, he slapped the strap over her right breast.
She whimpered.
“Mmm, that’s a good one. Let’s see if I can get another. Spread your legs wide, female.”
She stretched her long lean legs as wide as she could to still balance on the tips of her toes.
He brought the strap up between her legs, spanking her pussy.
“Master!” He loved the alarm in her voice.
“Does that hurt, beautiful?” he purred and slapped it up again.
“Yes! Ooh. It hurts.” She danced around, but he noticed she still returned to position, as if she wanted more.
His beautiful, sexy little human. Ack, he wasn’t going to last much longer. He needed to get his hands on her.
He whipped her left breast, then her pussy, then the right breast again.