“One,” said Blake, starting the count.
He spanked her bottom with more force than he’d used before with the strap and without pausing or providing soothing rubs between whacks. He’d looped the strap around his fist and the double layering whooshed as he swung it through the air. Tears descended, but after the first blow, she didn’t cry out. She gritted her teeth and held onto her dignity.
At the end, he tossed the strap to one side and rubbed her bottom. The fire he’d lit scorched, but the firm strokes of his hand helped deaden the pain. She lay quietly sobbing as he wiped away the remaining whitener and the burning ceased immediately. Next, he applied the cooling balm to her heated bottom and it helped put out the worse of the fire that blazed across her skin.
He undid her bindings and gathered her into his arms, holding her to his thumping chest. “I love you, so love you. Thank you for letting me show you how much.”
Lysa smiled and wrapped her arms about his broad shoulders as they lay breathless. “So, plastering me with a burning substance and strapping me is showing me love?”
He blushed. “I didn’t mean that, I meant, you know, your compliance and cooperation. Without it, we would fight all the time. We’re both head-strong, it wouldn’t work.”
She guffawed. “Do you know when I first came here, I thought, I’ve got to get this man I’m going to marry to cooperate with me so I can fulfil my dreams. Turns out it’s the other way round.”
They both laughed. Lysa snorted, looked about the room. “I best tidy up.”
He slapped her rump. “Yes, get to it, wife. I’m starving, then we can make love.”
She flitted about after he’d eaten, ensuring the pod was neat and tidy. He watched the transmitted bulletins from Earth, which Lysa suspected were censored to show the best of the news. Blake yawned, stretching his arms above his head. She didn’t expect him to make any demands and she lay on her side on the bed, keen to keep the weight off her sore bottom. After a while, he came to lay next to her.
“I thought I had a rule about clothes and the bed.” He traced a finger around her face.
“I best not break any more,” she quipped and quickly unveiled her nudity. “Better?”
“Much.”
She sidled up to him and kissed his lips, which he parted, allowing her delve inside his mouth with her tongue. It didn’t take much foreplay to awaken him or to stiffen his cock. She snuggled down between his legs and licked his shaft.
Blake groaned. “You wake me with sex and send me to sleep with it.”
She lifted her head, spying his half-open eyes peering down at her. “It’s my duty as your wife.”
“Mmm. You’re more than my wife.” He reached down and stroked her hair.
Lysa slid up his body using her cleavage to trap his cock. She rose up and straddled her legs on either side of his hips—his girth remained a challenged ever since she first rode him. “Okay, lover, what now?”
He cupped her tender buttocks in his palms, squeezing them slightly. She winced and dropped her jaw. The heat remained from his strapping, but rather than bother her, it made her clit excited, as if a modicum of pain heightened other senses.
Blake growled. “Lower that pussy, I want to feel it.”
With her hands pressed on his shoulders, she sank onto him, easily accommodating his thick cock and with a deliberate slowness began to fuck him.
He nudged her bottom, forcing her forward, so he could nibble on her nipples. “Then when I’m ready, I will fuck your lovely arse,” muttered Blake.
What once had been undesirable had become a lure for her. He’d taken her several times since her initiation and she no longer dreaded the intrusion. It enticed her, and Blake always prepared her well beforehand and brought her to an explosive climax.
She paused her gyrating movements and recalled something he’d said the day after she arrived on Colony 14. “Then I’ll have to bathe, because I’ll be your dirty girl.”
Chapter Ten
Lysa spent an increasing amount of her spare time with Ursula. She liked the quiet woman and after several meetings in either the Green Dome or a corner of the bar, she whittled away Ursula’s natural shyness. Of course, there was an ulterior motive to her friendliness. Lysa believed Ursula knew the truth about Sym’s unfortunate egg stealing incident. However, time was about to run out, Ursula and her husband were due to return to Earth.
“How’s the packing going?” she asked as she stirred the thick coffee like substance in her cup.
“Well,” replied Ursula. “Finn has sold quite a bit, so we will have little to take back home.” She sighed. “I’m so looking forward to green fields and the smell of flowers.”
Lysa agreed. She missed all those things and her grandmother’s laughter when she baked cookies. So much to pine for and she’d over two years to wait for her own return to Earth. “Ursula, have you made a decision about what I spoke about previously, you know, poor Sym and what Millicent did?”
She waited with her heart thumping. It was the last chance to prove Sym’s innocence, nobody else would take the stand against Millicent.