Stolen by the Zandian (Zandian Brides 7)

“No.” He pulls his head back. “Not until I give permission. And I won’t, not until you tell me about those panties.”

“But I can’t…” I begin.

He smiles. “I was hoping you’d be difficult.”

He stands up and takes me back into his arms and sits on a lower flat rock adjacent to my perch. “A few of these to get you back from the edge,” he says.

And then he spanks me. Slap. Slap. Slap. Right across my ass, hard.

“Ow!” I squeal, kicking my legs.

“Quiet,” he says and spanks me again. “You’ll need to learn to tell me what I need to know, Kailani.”

But his voice holds a teasing tone, even under the firm direction, and I know he’s enjoying this.

So am I. Each spank presses my core into his rock-hard thigh and only increases that tingling feeling. I squirm, trying to adjust myself, so I can get the pressure right where I need it.

“You bad little warrior,” he says, noticing my actions. He moves me further back, so I can’t rub myself against his body and spanks me again.

This time, without the ability to push into his leg, the spanks feel sharper, harder.

“Oooh, ow,” I complain, momentarily forgetting about the desire that was growing in my core.

He rubs my skin softly. “Nice and pink. Lovely.”

He places me back onto the higher rock and spreads my thighs. “Let’s try this again. If you don’t tell me what I want, we can do this all day.”

He presses his lips to my body and sticks his tongue deep into my cleft. I cry out and grab his horns. They’re hard and strong in my hands. I rub them gently, somehow instinctively understanding that it gives him the same feeling I experience.

“Kailani, veck,” he mutters, circling his tongue around my clit.

The amazing flutterly circles bring me back to that precipice. I breathe harder and try to push my hips closer to his mouth -

And veck if the bastard doesn’t swoop me down over his lap again for more spanks.

“What did I tell you?” He scolds. He’s got me adjusted, so I can’t grind on him. He spanks my cheeks mercilessly, over and over, as well as the top of my thighs.

Finally I cry out, “This! I wanted this. I was thinking about you. I wanted…”

He stops spanking. “You wanted…?”

“I wanted you to touch me. Bring me pleasure. Like on the ship. That’s what made my panties… wet. I want that amazing feeling.”

I’m so embarrassed, I can barely stand it. Thanks stars, I’m over his lap, so I don’t need to look into his eyes.

He rubs my bottom again, soothing the place he spanked. “Was that so hard?”

“Yes,” I mutter.

“Well, maybe one more lesson to help encourage you to improve your communication,” he suggests.

“On your knees, Kailani.”

He rubs my ass one more time, then gently places me in front of him. Spreads his thighs, so his gigantic cock juts up, hard and strong.

“Use your mouth, little warrior. Like I did.”

“I should…?” I swallow hard and lick my lips. But it doesn’t sound unappealing. In fact, I want to take him into my mouth and give him pleasure.