A Taste of Sir (Doms of Decadence 6)

She wondered if Gray would let her wear her gun one night.

He grasped her chin, none too gently, bringing her attention firmly back to him. “You know exactly what I speak of, Kalia. You were seen flirting with another man when you belong to me. That is not allowed.”

Playing the role of a harem girl came surprisingly easily to her. Gray made an excellent Arabic prince who was forced to deal with his naughty slave.

“But he is a eunuch, Master,” she told him pleadingly. “And I was only talking to him.”

“It does not matter that he is a eunuch. You are not to speak to another male. You may not look at another male. You are mine.”

Those words sent a thrill through her. Being his was exactly what she wanted to be. Forever.

“I will not do so again, Master. I promise.” She gave him her best sorry look, batting her eyelashes for good measure. But his face remained stern. Her stomach tightened with anticipation, her nipples hardening.

“Not good enough. I have warned you about this before, Kalia. You will have to be punished to ensure this never happens again.”

She fell to her knees before him, putting her hands together, palm-to-palm as she gave him a pleading look. “Please, sir, no. I promise it will never happen again.”

“That is what you said last time.” His face was firm, commanding, and arrogant. A wicked thrill of anticipation ran through her. Moisture coated her pussy as he grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her up. “Come with me.”

Keeping her head down, she pretended to be reluctant as she followed him. He strode over to the dining room. He had a penthouse suite with amazing panoramic views. It was sleek, gorgeous, and totally suited him.

He drew a chair out then sat, drawing her between his spread legs. “I only do this to help you, Kalia. If you flirt with the wrong male they may try to challenge me for you, and I cannot let you go. You are mine.” He cupped her breast as he spoke, running his thumb over the stiff nipple then pinching it sharply. She took in a swift breath as pleasure flooded her.

“You will strip then lay yourself over my knee for your punishment.”

“Please, Master, don’t do this,” she pleaded prettily, even as her insides sang, “yes, yes, yes.”

“The more you procrastinate, Kalia, the worse your punishment will be.”

“Yes, Master. I am sorry to be such a disappointment.”

He tucked a finger under her chin, raising her face. “Never a disappointment. But I will ensure you do not dare to look at another male again. Now, strip then lay yourself across my knee.”

She stepped back. With hands that shook with excitement, she pulled off her pants then slid off the top. His gaze filled with heat as he studied her, and her nipples tightened even further. He patted his lap, and she slid over his knee.

“Place your hands at the small of your back,” he demanded, grabbing hold of her wrists in one hand as she did so. Her arousal increased. He rubbed her buttocks.

“Now, I am sorry to say this punishment will be harsh as you were already given a warning about your promiscuity.”

He smacked his hand down on her ass and she let out a cry. His hand sped up, laying smack after smack on her bottom until it stung. Tears entered her eyes, then the pain morphed into something else. He paused to rub her bottom, and she nearly purred with delight. The heat from her butt traveled through her body, pooling at her clit, which throbbed. She wriggled on his lap, spreading her legs slightly in the hope he might ease some of the need coursing through her.

“Uh-uh, your punishment is not over yet. I am going to give you ten more then you will kneel and apologize for your naughty behavior before you suck me off.”

Oh, God. She whimpered. Then he started spanking her again. Heavy smacks that seemed to cover her whole butt with one swing.

She didn’t think she could take much more without exploding.

He was going to come just from smacking her ass.

But, damn, it was a delightful ass. Surprisingly plump given her long, lean frame. It had turned a deep scarlet color with his spanking. He didn’t know how he’d managed to find someone who met

his needs so perfectly but he had in Lacey.

And tonight, he was going to ask her to move in with him.

Later. Right now, he needed to come. Badly. He delivered the last two smacks then rubbed her cheeks for a moment, massaging the sting away. She loved having her ass touched. Loved when he squeezed it, smacked it, or slipped something inside it.

He hadn’t taken her there yet. But he had been preparing her with lots of anal play. Perhaps tonight was the night to take that next step.