Barbarian's Bride (Ice Planet Barbarians)

Things are just different here, and it's no wonder that my Dagesh has a hard time thinking of wild, kinky things when all around him, everyone cuddles and kisses. No one's ever dragging their mate toward them with a firm hand, or spanking. I don't think I've ever seen anyone raise a hand to one of the kits, for that matter.

It's just one big happy, horny family here.

"Is there something else you like that you would wish to try with me?" Dagesh asks. His hand moves up and down my spine again, and he pulls his other hand from my grip and runs his knuckles over my bare breast. "I want to find things you enjoy. I do not want you pretending with me anymore."

I wince. "I wasn't pretending all the time. Sometimes it was just nice to touch."

"I felt how you responded to me today. It felt different. Sometimes before, I would watch your face, and I would not feel it in your cunt when you came. Today, I felt it. If I am not doing something that pleases you, tell me. I would rather know."

I lean into him, arching to push my breast into his hand. They've been super sensitive lately and I can't decide if his touch feels good or bad. Good-with-bad, I decide. "I wasn't trying to hurt you. I just wanted to make you happy."

"I am happiest when my mate's cunt is squeezing tight around my cock. It tells me that I have done well by her." Dagesh flicks my nipple with his nail, and I hiss at the sensation. "So tell me what other things I should do to make your cunt squeeze like that, my No-rah."

I suck in a breath. "All right." It's hard to think with his hand teasing me like that, but I can think of a few things. Plus, I have a big, sexy man begging me to tell him how to please me. What woman could ask for more? "My nipples are really sensitive lately," I offer.

He makes a sound like he's considering such things and then pinches my nipple. I gasp, pressing against his hand, and I lean into him as he rolls the small bud between his fingers, toying with it. "Like that?"

"That's…pretty…good," I manage. I'm all turned on again, closing my eyes and losing myself to the sensation of his hands on my skin.

"What else?"

I search my thoughts, trying to focus on something that I know I like, something that will bring the sharp edge I need to the bedroom. "Spankings?"

"You have mentioned this before, but I am not entirely certain what you mean."

"Smacking me on my butt? Because I'm naughty?"

He chuckles. "Are you naughty, then?"

Oh, he has no idea. "I can be."

Dagesh gives me a look that's both thoughtful and amused. "Explain to me why humans smack each other on the butt then, as you say. It knocks out the naughtiness?"

"Rarely," I joke.

"Why do it to an adult?"

"Because it makes a lot of noise and sounds worse than it is? It's…fun." I'm flustered, trying to explain why I like something. "I don't know why I think it's hot, I just do."

Dagesh must sense my discomfort. He strokes his fingers over my breast again, caressing the nipple, and then leans in to press a kiss to my temple. "Show me how it is done."

Heat flares through my body. I get to show him? My pussy clenches in response, a mental image of him spanking me present in my mind. Oooh. I think how I want this, and in the next moment, I lie across his thighs, my stomach on his strong legs and my butt pointing at the sky. I don't have a small behind. Never have, probably never will. And I know my thighs aren't flawless and I'm pretty sure I have a few cellulite dimples.

I'm also pretty sure that Dagesh does not care in the slightest. His big hand goes immediately to my ass and he strokes my skin. "This is a pretty sight."

I wiggle on him ever so slightly. "I bet if you spank me it'll be an even better sight."

That big hand pauses. "And it will not hurt you?"

I know what he's asking. Dagesh has a hard limit when it comes to striking me. Spanking is different, though, and I want him to realize that. "Give me a tap, then. As light as you can." I push my butt into the air. "I'm totally padded here, so I promise it doesn't hurt, but the best way for you to get comfortable with it is to give it a shot, baby."

"Hmmm."

That's his “I'm considering it” sound, and I know it all too well. Impatient, I reach backward, grab his hand, and use it to give my own ass a light smack. It's just a bit of one, and he laughs at my actions…and then pauses.