“Did it hurt that much? Let me see.” I flip her back over, easily handling her weight. I do want to check on her soft bottom and see if she needs soothing lotion, but truth be told, I’m eager to run my fingers over her body, to show her the rewards of submission.
The cuffs hit the side of my calf. I reach down to remove them and toss the shining bonds aside. She’s far more docile now, and I don’t want to bind her any more than necessary.
I brush my fingertips over her ass. “Nice and pink. You’ll feel it later but just a bit.” I don’t know that from actual experience—I’ve never spanked a female before—but I’ve heard it said. The males in my species marvel at the wonder and beauty of the human female buttocks.
I rest my palm on her taut ass. “Just so you remember, this is what I’ll do next time you claw me with your sharp nails or try to knock me down.”
“But not if I try to grab your own sword and slice your arms off?” Her voice is teasingly hopeful. And then veck if she doesn’t stick her ass up towards me, further into my palm, as if asking for another spank.
I hesitate. I’ve punished her; the thing is over. Except it clearly isn’t. My cock hasn’t received the message. And I scent the unmistakable arousal from between her thighs.
My little warrior liked what I did. And I think she wants more. This is the way Zandians have learned to master human females on my planet. Not through the cruel methods used by the Ocretions on their slave species but with sexual dominance. Light punishment in their erogenous zones. We bond them to us, and that bond becomes unbreakable on both sides.
“Any kind of de-limbing situation,” I deadpan, “is absolutely off limits.” And then I give her one more spank.
“Hmm.” She wiggles. “Even if it’s just one finger?” She parts her thighs just slightly. “Surely one finger doesn’t do you much good.”
I spank her again, a nice sharp slap, low on her buttocks. “Perhaps you don’t understand the power of just one finger, Kailani? Let me show you what just one finger can do.”
I push her right leg gently. “Spread wider, please.” I help her shift her legs, so they’re parted, the right one dangling slightly off my lap. Her pussy is dewy with moisture and the most delicate, provocative aroma. “Stars, little warrior.”
Right now, she doesn’t seem to mind the nickname. She hums slightly to herself, a low note.
I should not be doing this. Discipline is one thing, sexual contact is another. She’s not my mate, and I’m not her master. I shouldn’t be claiming her this way. I shouldn’t even be thinking about her like this.
But I’m not going to stop. I stroke her hair with my left hand and slide the right one up her inner thigh. “Never underestimate the power of one thick digit.”
As I speak, I glide my fingertip very slowly up her skin. “Sometimes it’s the singular thing that can cause a climactic reaction.”
She gasps and murmurs something and tries to wiggle closer to my hand.
I spank her again, hard, and hold her in place. “Stay where I put you,” I tell her firmly.
She stops moving, so I touch her thigh again.
Her pussy is wetter than before, and she moans. “Khrys?” She grabs my leg, but this time it’s a full-fingered hold. She’s not trying to get away. It’s more like she’s anchoring herself to me. I like it.
I wonder if she’s ever had an orgasm in her strange, difficult life. I don’t care if this is wrong: I want to give her pleasure right now.
“Has any being ever touched you...like this?” I run my fingers so softly over her pussy that there’s barely contact. Made you feel good?”
“No.” Her voice is breathy. “I don’t... I’ve never. They gave me hormone shots to ensure I wouldn’t want to…” She lapses off. “But they must have worn off by now.”
“Just relax into me.” I stroke the small of her back. “Let the sensation grow.”
She releases her muscles and sinks into my lap. “What are you going to do?”
I brush her labia softly. “This.” I rub her soft, wet skin over and over. “And this.” I work my way up and down her body. “A little of this.”
She’s breathing harder now. “Khrys…”
“And maybe, if you’re very good...this.” I tap her clit with my index finger.
Chapter 4
Kailani
When he spanked me, I was enraged—and then the feeling changed to something else. My whole body is on fire, little sparks darting and dancing along my nerves, all of the sensation culminating between my thighs. My ass tingles in a way that is undeniably pleasurable, and it begins to drive a need in my body for something more.