Mattias is a miracle, and I know I am being greedy, hoping for a second and a third and a fourth miracle to match.
“Those three mercenaries of yours held back the mech invaders for a good hour,” Mattias says. “The three of them saved hundreds, if not thousands of lives. They died, but they are heroes to us all.”
I take a deep breath. The grief will always be with me, but this is a life of pain and I already know none of us will emerge unscathed.
“Now,” he says. “The question of what is to be done with you rises again.”
The tears begin to dry on my cheeks as I sneak a nervous glance up at him. I have never felt so very many emotions before. Sad, glad, relieved, joyful, nervous, scared.
“You are handsome like this,” I mumble.
“Thank you,” he laughs, a smile breaking over his face. “But flattery will not save you.”
“Will it save me a little?”
His eyes darken and he leans in, his lips just inches from mine. I hold my breath as he gives me his answer.
“Not at all.”
There is a bench nearby, positioned so people can look out at the once-tamed wilds. Mattias sits down on it and my heart starts to pound. I know what is coming, even before he says it.
“Come here, wild little thing.”
He lifts his big hand and crooks a finger at me.
I swallow. I don’t want this—but I need this. I have missed him so much. I have craved what was lost.
“I am so glad you’re alive,” I whisper.
“Mhm. No stalling.”
“But I am.”
“Over my knee.”
He takes me over his lap, his big arms cradling me in the submissive position as I give myself to him. It is as it always was—nobody spanks like Mattias. He has a fatherly gravitas that makes me feel small and reminds me what it’s like to not have any cares in the world. I used to feel like this all the time, like nothing bad could happen to me.
“How did you become king?”
His big palm smoothes over my bottom. “I’ll tell you that another time. Right now, I’m dealing with you. You have to be more careful, Trissa. You have to stop taking these wild impulses to their conclusions. You’re going to be a mother.”
“How did you know?”
“You’ve been gone months and filled with cum more often than not, I’d wager,” he says, his palm clasping my ass possessively. “And there’s going to be more.”
A tingle of excitement rushes through me. More cum. His cum. Inside me.
He runs his hand over my bottom and between my thighs. “You’re wearing far too much clothing,” he says, stroking the flat of his palm against the crotch of my pants. “This has to come off.”
And come off it does. It all comes off. With me over his thighs, Mattias strips me of every bit of clothing until I am utterly nude and vulnerable.
“You’re beautiful,” he purrs. “You’ve always been beautiful, but you’re even more so now.”
He is caressing me, his hands roaming my body, finding my breasts, my belly, my thighs. He is making the punishment become pleasure, swift stinging slaps finding my cheeks intermittently between caresses that slide down between my legs and tease the lips of my sex.
“Daddy...” I moan the word.
“Yes, little girl,” he growls right back. He slides his fingers up and down my pussy, stroking my outer lips until I am so desperate for something, anything to be inside me I become a whimpering, moaning mess.