The Hunter's Pet: A Scifi Dystopian Romance

His hand slid from her waist to her bottom and patted her cheeks lightly. “You won't need your clothes for this. Take them off.”

Standing back, William waited for her to obey. She could sense that it was important to do as he said, to prove that she had learned her lesson, but there was no task more difficult than disrobing for the sake of punishment. It was a kind of submission that could not be forced, only given. She was not sure she could do it.

“I...”

“You take your clothes off every time you bathe,” he said, seeming to sense her dilemma. “Don't make this harder than it needs to be.”

“It's more fun taking my clothes off when you take yours off too,” she said playfully.

“Off with those pants, brat. Quick.” He did not seem receptive to her banter. If anything, he looked more stern than he had before, his brows drawing down in one hard, straight line over his dark eyes. He was so handsome when he was strict. Just being in his presence made her loins water.

Hooking her fingers in the waistband of the light leggings, Sarah pushed them down over her hips and let them fall to the floor.

“That will do,” he said, apparently losing patience. “Bring your bottom here.”

Her bottom was attached to the rest of her body, though in that moment she rather wished it wasn't. Oh, to be able to detach her cheeks for punishment and take them back when he was done spanking them. The thought was silly, but it kept her calm as she sidled forward.

He sat down on the deep, comfortable couch and drew her down with him, pushing her upper body over his lap and then easing her over more until her hands met the carpet and her hips were pressed firmly against his thigh. The tunic rode up high over her bottom, leaving the target area quite bare and vulnerable.

She expected a spanking. What she got was something else. He gently spread her thighs and then her cheeks, pulling one away from the other to bare the most intimate and sensitive parts of her body to his gaze.

There was a dabbing sensation against her anal bud, a cool goo had been deposited there. He began rubbing it in with the pad of his thumb whilst she wondered what on earth he was doing. This was supposed to be a punishment, but the slow swirling circles of his finger on her bottom hole made tingles zip up and down her spine.

When he began putting pressure on the tight aperture, she complained. Her complaint was met with a swift swat to her cheeks and a renewing of the pressure. He was trying to put his thumb inside her bottom.

“What are you doing?” The question was redundant, but the sentiment was very real. She had no idea what he was trying to achieve. Her bottom was not part of his purview, surely. The probing of his thumb made her feel very vulnerable and even a little scared as he massaged the oil ever deeper.

Something shiny and elongated with a round tip and a flared base was held before her nose. His finger was still probing her bottom as she looked at the object, which was much thicker than a finger.

“This is a plug,” William said. “It is going in your bottom.”

“Why?”

“You'll see. Relax.” He tapped her bottom, urging her to release some of the tension built up in her body. She was in a frame of mind to accept his discipline, but this was pushing it much further than she had ever imagined. This was an intrusion beyond any other, one which left her quivering over his thighs as he pressed the lubricated bulb of the plug against her bottom and began sliding it past the tight ring of her sphincter.

“Relax,” he said, tapping her bottom again. “It's easier when you relax.”

“Easier for who?”

“Both of us.”

He pressed the plug a little more firmly and it pushed past the barrier, seating the tip of itself in her bottom. She did not care for the sensation, it was very odd. She felt full and spread and exposed in a way she had never felt before. The feeling was amplified when he began toying with the plug, pressing it into her bottom, then pulling it out a little, fucking her with the sleek object.

“There's not a part of you that isn't mine,” he purred. “I expect to be obeyed in all things, especially orders given for your safety.”

Grasping at the floor, Sarah panted her assent. The plug was being slid deeper and deeper inside her with those tantalizingly slow fucking thrusts. Finally, he pushed it right to the flared base, leaving her full and spread. Without a word, he started spanking her, his hand cracking against her cheeks, making the plug jump inside her tender bottom.