With her head hanging down, the ends of her hair touching the floor, she braced herself.
He spanked from the outset with his steely palm flat and rigid. His hand bounced from one cheek to the other and the sound echoed around the room. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. It hurt. She’d forgotten how much it hurt. He’d not spanked her since the tent and that spanking had been relatively brief. This one wasn’t.
Teardrops hung off the end of her eyelashes and when she blinked they dropped to the floor.
“This will be the last time I will spank you for lying, for hiding things from me. Be good. Remember? It was the first thing I asked you to do for me.”
“Yes, sir.” She sniffed and jolted, absorbing the smacks that accompanied his words.
“So that is what you will be for me. Good. Obedient. Honest. Safe.” He punctuated his demands with sweeps of his arm and the forceful crack of his hand.
“Ooh, yes, sir,” she wailed. “I’m sorry. I truly am.”
“Now that that is cleared up, I’m going to keep spanking you. Why? Because this rosy ass is hot. Fucking hot.” He shifted and she felt his cock hardening beneath her hips.
He desired her like she did him. The relief was stupendous. The punishment was done. He interspersed his spanks with soothing rubs of her flaming buttocks. Releasing his grip, he removed his restraining leg and in doing so, allowed her to part her thighs.
Marco toyed with her. He switched between a flurry of smacks, then a teasing probe with his fingers. Using both hands, he slid his fingers inside her wet pussy, while the other sought out her clitoris and caressed it with his fingertips.
Every time she came close to coming, he withdrew his digits and spanked her again. She alternated between delightful pleasure and fiery pain. He swung her up, and for a mome
nt she thought it was over. Instead, he kissed her cheek with a speedy peck, then tipped her face forward between his knees, tore off her panties and hitched her legs around his waist. Bent over, her bottom raised and her weight on her palms, she was treated to another spell of spanking and finger fucking.
Freya panted, unable to keep up with the switch in sensations. He twisted three fingers inside her pussy, rimming her anus with his thumb at the same time. She bucked and arched her back. Her saturated pussy was positioned right before his eyes and he parted her buttocks before poking her tight bottom hole in a duet with his other fingers buried deep in her pussy.
“Come,” he commanded. “I want you to keep coming while I take you from behind and fuck you.”
“Yes, sir,” she gasped.
Amid his vigorous agitation, she came with the kind of orgasm that expelled the air from her lungs. The contractions spiraled out from her belly and her toes curled.
Marco lifted her with ease and draped her over one of the spanking benches. He speared her as she continued to spasm and he groaned with delight as he occupied her.
“That feels so good,” he murmured.
He swiftly followed her orgasm with his own and he exploded deep inside her pussy, filling her with hot cum, which dripped down her thighs.
Easing out of her, he leaned over and kissed her back. Somewhere, out of her view, his beloved fire rabbit danced.
“I love you, Freya,” he said. “Love you.” He knocked his hard cock against her.
At some point, he must have carried her back to her room. She couldn’t quite remember when, was it after her third, fourth orgasm? He’d made use of the punishment room, but not as it was designed and his inventiveness had been exhilarating. She’d giggled a few times in the haze of lust, perhaps cracking a silly joke. He’d laughed too. Finally, he was grasping her sense of humor.
Chapter Sixteen
Freya flopped back on her bed. She was exhausted. The day had begun early with a meditation session followed by a spell in the gym, then a few lengths of the swimming pool. Lalita’s unyielding schedule dominated her day and left Freya little opportunity to work on her plans for the theater.
Marco had promised he would take her to visit the studio, once he returned from his first trip to Halos. He’d left that morning, anticipating he would be absent for at least ten Tagra days. Fortunately, the entry and exit points for the wormhole were situated close to both planets and he wouldn’t require the stasis tube.
Freya already missed him. He’d visited nearly every day since he’d spanked her, and on one occasion, he’d brought Jophran to meet Gellis. The maid tearfully greeted her lover in the atrium and the two spent a long time in private conversation. Freya had patted herself on the back. Regardless of the cost to her backside, the effort had been worth it. But she kept that spin on the outcome to herself—Marco wouldn’t see it quite the same way.
With one couple happily reunited, Freya fretted about her own situation—whether she’d any chance to salvage her fate. During his visit to Halos, Marco would further his attempts to uncover the truth behind her conviction. Part of her wanted Marco’s investigations to fail as it would mean staying near him. However, her sense of justice also meant she wanted to prove her innocence.
Settling her head on the soft pillow, she closed her eyes. Just a brief nap before lunch.
Suddenly, the door of her room swung open and she jolted out of her semi-consciousness. In strode Dr. Han and with him two guards. Freya scrambled to her feet and backed away from them.
“What do you want?” she demanded.