“I…I don’t know,” she whispered, avoiding his eyes.
“Selena…” Frowning, he took her chin firmly in one hand, making her look at him. His voice dropped to a growl. “Selena, spread your pussy lips for me at once, or I am afraid I’ll have to give you a spanking.”
His words and the stern look he was giving her sent another rush of wetness between her legs. Oh God, to be turned over his knee! To be spanked soundly and then comforted and kissed and cuddled afterwards—that was one thing she had always simultaneously dreaded and wanted. It was a deep, dark fantasy for Selena…but one she wasn’t sure she was ready to have come true, just yet.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered. “I…I’m sorry.”
And, reaching between her thighs, she spread her outer pussy lips with trembling fingers.
“Gods…” Valen’s deep voice sounded slightly hoarse. “So wet, my little numalla,” he growled softly. “Is this why you were ashamed to open your pussy for me?”
He slipped one long finger into her slippery folds and began lightly circling her clit.
“Oh! Oh, yes, Master,” Selena gasped. His teasing touch made her weak in the knees and she had to lean back against the side of the bed to keep from falling as he stroked gently around and around her aching button. She kept her legs open though—and her pussy too. She must continue to obey, even though his touch made it hard to stand still, she told herself.
“You should never be ashamed of how wet you get, little one,” Valen lectured softly. “Spread a little wider for me now. Open your pussy and let me in.”
“Yes, M-master,” Selena stuttered, parting her thighs a bit more. Two of his long, strong fingers slid deeply into her pussy channel, filling her to the core, making her throw back her head and moan.
“There you are—good girl, Selena,” he growled softly. “Your wet pussy…your full curves…they make you who you are,” he lectured, as he continued to fuck into her with his long fingers. “They make you beautiful. Never be ashamed of them.”
“Thank you, Master,” Selena breathed, her heart pounding. “You…you’re very kind to say so.”
Valen scowled and withdrew his fingers abruptly.
“I’m not kind. I’m simply truthful,” he said. “Now, let us see if we can’t get this harness fitted properly.”
He proceeded to pull the long string up between her thighs and Selena saw that there was a very tiny triangle to go inside the larger, open triangle which framed her pussy. The smaller triangle settled around her clit and stayed in place somehow—maybe because of some adhesive property of the alien material she didn’t understand.
“Now then—bottom to top,” Valen murmured and connected the string that hung down between her breasts to the string that came up between her pussy lips. The two fit together and there was a long length left over, which could be used as the leash.
“Very nice.” Valen nodded, apparently satisfied as he rose to stand before her. “Now to try it out.”
“Try it out?” Selena asked breathlessly. “You mean you want to try leading me around?”
“In a manner of speaking. But for now, I just want you to stand there,” he commanded.
As he spoke, he took the end of the leash and gave it a sharp tug.
Selena gave a little gasp. The tug on her beach leash had tightened the little red triangles around her nipples, making it feel like someone was pinching her tight peaks. Down below, it was having a similar effect as the tiny open triangle around her clit tightened and rubbed against her sensitive button, sending sparks of pleasure all through her body.
“How does that feel?” Valen was looking at her with half-lidded eyes. “How do you like your beach harness, little one?”
“I…I like it, Master,” Selena admitted and gave another little gasp, because he was tugging harder, tightening the triangles around her nipples and clit.
“It should tug your peaks and tease your little Goddess pearl,” he growled softly. “And if you’re a bad girl, I may be forced to pull it quite tight to punish you.” As he spoke, he gave a swift jerk on the leash, teasing her tender peaks and her clit unmercifully.
“I…I’ll be a good girl,” Selena moaned softly. “Please, Master…” She shifted her hips, which only made the triangle around her clit rub her even more with the silky, stretchy material.
“All right, then.” Valen let off the tension, allowing the triangles to expand again so that they were no longer squeezing her nipples and rubbing her clit. He gave her a stern look. “Be a good girl and I won’t have to punish you, Selena.”
“I…I’ll try,” Selena promised, her heart pounding.
“Good—then let’s go to the beach.” Valen’s stern expression broke and he smiled at her. “Come, little one—let’s make it a day to remember.”
“Yes, Master,” Selena murmured submissively, daring to smile up at him.