Zandian Lights (Zandian Brides 4)

We’re both breathing hard.

“That’s much better,” he murmurs. He lowers his mouth to my breast and I brace for his teeth once again, but this time it’s his tongue. He flicks it out, teasing me softly, licking me, caressing me, until I squirm under him.

“Mykl, please.”

I try to open my thighs wider, but he’s got them trapped. When I push my hips up, I’m locked down. I can’t get what I want! It’s hot and frustrating and it turns me on even harder.

“No. You’ll wait.” He releases one of my hands so he can reach down and spank me on my outer thigh. “Is that clear?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my eyes closing, as he puts his lips to my other nipple and repeats the teasing.

He shifts his hands so that our fingers are interlaced; he’s still holding me down, but it’s so much more intimate. He uses his thumb to stroke my palms even as he holds my hands. For a second all I can think about is how much I love him, and how amazing this is—to be his, now, and forever.

At his next words, I fall right back into the passion.

“I’m going to enjoy making you beg for it,” he says, almost conversationally. He lifts his hips up a centimeter and nudges my thighs just a bit wider with his leg, but before I can really spread the way I want to, he settles back down. But he’s exposed my clit just enough so that when he presses the bulge in his trousers against my eager body, it sends shocks of heat through my core.

“Ooh,” I moan, and use all my strength to push upward, hoping for more stimulation.

“What did I say?” He slaps my thigh again. “If I want to tease you, that’s what I’m going to do. You’re going to lie nice and still for now and accept it.”

“Yes, Mykl.” My voice is tense with need. “But please.”

“No talking for now.” He presses his body to mine, then pulls away, over and over, mimicking the motions he made last time he vecked me, until I’m nearly sobbing with desire. My clit is swollen with the need for release. When he finally adjusts his body and slides his hand down to touch me, I start to beg.

“Please let me come.”

“I think that first we need to see about your punishment.” He screws a finger inside me and thrusts it, and for one glorious second I think he’s just saying it because the idea turns me on.

Then he removes his hand and rolls off my body. “You deserve a good spanking, Kianna.”

“But why?” I’m ready to cry because I just want to feel him inside me. “No, I don’t.”

“Do I need to list all the reasons?” He sits up and reaches over, tugging me closer. “First, you allowed me to think you were mating Arc and Bow.”

“But that’s not fair! Come on, you were going to—”

He doesn’t let me finish. “Second, you allowed Cressa to tease me about your whereabouts.”

“But that’s not fair, either! I have no control over what she or any being—”

“And third?” He pauses, while he arranges me over his lap, so I’m over his hard thighs, ass pointing right up at the ceiling. “Third, just because I want to.”

“That is not a good reason.”

“It’s the best one of all,” he tells me, stroking my ass with his hand. “As your master and mate, I reserve the right to punish and pleasure you at my will. You will do well to remember that.” But his voice, although firm, is fond. And I feel no fear, just a pleasurable sexy anxiety about what he’s going to do to me.

“I am serious,” he adds, bending his head down so his breath brushes my neck. “I will keep you in line, Kianna. With a firm hand. For fun, at times, like now. Other times, as a real lesson.”

I shudder with a mix of trepidation and desire. His spankings hurt, but they spark such deep bonding and pleasure that I long to be under his control.

“Yes, Master,” I whisper, wiggling on his lap. “Anytime you want, Master.”

“Finally, the right answer.” He chuckles. “The time is now.” He raises his hand and brings it down hard across both cheeks, a sharp spank.

“Ouch.” I pull back in surprise, but he holds my hips in place with one hand.

“Maintain position. Rule number one for you, Kianna. Otherwise I’ll give you extras with the belt when we’re done.”