Page 45 of Dealing With Drak

Walking us out of the water while holding me like I’m as light as a feather, the cocky warrior smirks. “I never know that you will not shoot me, Mean One. It is part of why I desire you—why I wish you to be mine.”

I gulp. Well, that was honest.

“Are you a masochist or something?”

It’s only partly a joke.

Drak’s eyebrows furrow, but he begins our descent to the ship. “What is this mass-O-kissed?”

“Masochist,” I repeat. “It’s someone who likes pain. Sexually.”

Looking at me with disbelief, he shakes his head. “Are you tricking me?”

I have to giggle a little. “No, I’m serious. Not really about you being one, but that they exist. Some humans like rougher stuff. Like being tied up or spanked.”

Drak looks weary. “Do you like this? What is sp-anked?”

Blushing, I avert my eyes to consider his questions. “Being spanked is when you have someone hit you?—”

“I will not hit you!” he exclaims, practically shaking at the implication.

I sigh, reaching out to touch his chest and soothe his concern. “Let me finish.”

Stiffly, he nods in agreement. Though his face is impassive.

“It’s not like being punched Drak, more like little slaps. You know, like how I smack your shoulder with the back of my hand when you’re being, well, you.”

This makes his lips twitch.

“Some people like harder smacks, some people do it just for fun. And it’s not like you’d be hitting me anywhere vital, spankings are typically strikes to the butt, so?—”

His eyes grow comically wide, and I break off into a chuckle.

“Too much?”

Lips twitching, he gives me a coy look. “You like this spanking, do you not, An-nana?

Licking my lips, I ask, “What makes you think that?”

“You said, ‘it is not like you’d be hitting me anywhere vital’ when you described this action. I take this to mean you would not like to spank me, but you would like me to spank you.”

“Caught that, did you?”

His chest puffs out with pride, and I take a sobering breath. It took me years to not be embarrassed by the things I like in bed, and if anyone is going to judge me in a hateful way for it, it wouldn’t be Drak.

“I’d like you to spank me, yes,” I say, releasing a held breath. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I can be a bit… snarky.”

Drak does his best to appear shocked. “You?”

“Ha-ha,” I drone. “Don’t get cute with me, mister. What I’m trying to explain is that sometimes people who are often in control and on edge, sometimes like to let go… sexually. It feels nice. Like a relief.”

His voice drops an octave. “And this spanking, it relieves you, An-nana?”

“It can,” I rasp. “Are you interested in finding out more? You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, Drak. A lot of people need dominance in sex, but I just prefer it. I won’t write off mating with you if you don’t want to spank me.”

It would be a bummer, but there are other ways to expel stress.

“I do not wish to hurt you,” he starts as if he needs to remind me. “But if this spanking brings you pleasure, you must show me how. I will be the best at this. Bringing one’s mate pleasure is the highest honor a male can achieve.”

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