Zandian Lights (Zandian Brides 4)

He slaps me again and again and my ass starts to sting. I twitch but force myself to lie in place.

“Do you think you’d really want a dose of the belt after I finish with my hand?” He rains a flurry of spanks over my upper thighs.

“No! Ow. I do not. Mykl, ouch.” I kind of do, though.

“Shh.” He continues spanking, and it feels like he’s spanking harder. “Rule number two.” He spanks me right across both cheeks again. “You don’t ask me to stop punishing you. You’re allowed to tell me it hurts, but you may not ask me to stop.”

“Mykl!” I twist to look up at him, narrowing my eyes.

“No, back down.” He pushes me gently. “I’ll learn your body and responses, and I won’t take you too far. Rule three. No arguing.”

“I don’t think I like—”

He spanks me harder, over and over. “The penalty for breaking any of the rules is the belt, to start. Possibly a punishment strap. Or a cane. We’ll take it from there if more is needed. Dr. Daneth has plenty of suggestions on how Zandians can tame their feisty mates.”

This should make me angry. Instead, it makes me burn even hotter for him. I trust this male. I’m so fucking needy right now that I might come just from the impact of his hand on my ass, because each time he spanks me, the vibrations and pressure travel to my clit, which I’m also busy pressing into his legs.

I grab at his thighs, squeezing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He grabs a handful of my hair. “Veck, Kianna, if you need to tell me to really stop, you say it in Zandian, like this.” He says a word, but I’m not paying attention, because if I time my hip-thrusts with his spanks, I can increase the pleasure in my clit, and I might be able to—

“Did you hear me?” He pauses.

“What?” I open my eyes.

He laughs. “You hungry little human. I need you to listen to what I just said.”

“Yes, yes.” Impatient, I push my hips up. “Of course.” I wiggle my ass slightly.

“Then what did I say?”

“You were telling me how bad and naughty I am, and how I’m not allowed to do all kinds of things.”

“Tell me the word I just taught you.”

I lick my lips. Repeat it back. Then I wiggle my ass at him, because even though his spankings make me burn, they also send me to the stars. “Fuck me.” It’s a plea and a poem. I push my hips back into his for more of that delightful friction.

He bends down. “All in good time. And for now, stop trying to get yourself off. Keep those hips still. You want to know what the punishment is

if you orgasm without permission?”

“What?” I can barely breathe.

“I’ll veck your ass like last time, but not let you come until the next planet rotation. Make you wait for it. Maybe two planet rotations.”

“No! Mykl—”

“So control yourself,” he murmurs. “And follow my rules for the last part of your spanking.”

He rubs my skin lightly, until I relax over his hard thighs. Then he spanks me extra hard. Again.

I whimper and suck in my breath, realizing he’s not holding me down. The jerk, he’s testing me— seeing if I stay in place like he told me to do.

It’s a struggle, because my instinct is to flinch away from his hard hand. My ass is burning already, but I force myself to stay in place as he spanks me, without shifting, without speaking.

When it starts to burn beyond what I can take, I cry out.

Without a word, he stops spanking and pulls me into his arms. “You see? Didn’t I stop when you needed me to?” His speaks into my neck, and one of his hands finds my pussy. “And now you’ll be rewarded for such excellent behavior. You’re going to be so fun to train, Kianna.”