Page 53 of Dealing With Drak

“Sheesh,” she huffs in surprise. “Didn’t take long for your confidence to come back, did it?”

“It did not,” I agree happily.

I did worry that the hu-nim custom of spanking may feel unnatural. It is hard to imagine smacking a female, but as I am beginning to see, it is not very painful at all. It is a small sting, and my An-nana likes it very much.

“I should like to see how my cum looks painted on your flushed flesh,” I confess, sending a swift smack to her behind to punctuate my declaration.

I should not allow such words to be spoken aloud when I am on the edge of climaxing before I am supposed to, but I cannot help it. An-nana makes me delirious with need for her.

“Fuck that was hot,” she whimpers, shifting slightly. “I promise that you’ll know what it looks like in the near future if you keep this up.”

My hand cracks down again softly, loving the way her bottom jumps at the connection. My mate’s responses are delicious to witness—physical and verbal.

“Harder,” she encourages again. “Trust your gut, Drak. You’ll know what’s too hard, I promise.”

Adding a bit more force, my hand smacks against her skin again, and she whimpers.

“Yes, exactly that,” An-nana praises. “Do exactly that, like ten more times, alternating sides.”

She melts for me as I do. She flinches a bit during the lead up to the strikes, body shaking with anticipation, but she assures me that she likes it. It is a rush for her, energy building up and then tension being released. I’m taking care of her, even if it is in an unfamiliar way.

After the tenth hit, An-nana scrambles out of my lap. I worry I may have done something wrong, but she quickly quells that thought.

Her hands are all over me, tugging at my pants to get them out of her way. “If I don’t suck your cock right now, I’m going to beg you to fuck me, and I’m not ready for that,” she pants by way of explanation.

“Have me,” I offer, shedding my belt so that she can shimmy off my bottoms.

“Oh, I plan to,” she tells me, licking her lips. “You did so fucking good, Drak. Next time I’m a bit of a mean little jerk to you, tell me that you’ll spank me if I don’t stop.”

“And you’ll stop?” I do not know if I would wish for her to stop. I like my An-nana’s harsh words and brutal stares.

“No,” she sasses. “I’ll keep going just so you’ll have to pick me up, tug my jeans off, and spank me until I behave.”

A pained groan leaves me. It is overwhelming and alluring to picture such a circumstance. My mate is so perfect that it hurts.

“An-nana…”

The blasted fabric finally drops to the ground, freeing my swollen cock. The overly sensitive flesh smacks against my abdominals, the small amount of friction making me hiss. I will not last long. Not with the sight of my mate’s face settled so closely to my balls and the hungry look in her eyes as she gazes at me in all of my glory.

“An-nana,” I rasp again, missing the proper words to shower her with.

How do I tell her that she makes me feel as if my life has only begun since laying my eyes upon her? How do I tell her that if her hu-nim weapon would have killed me that day, I would have died smiling while staring up at her?

How do I express how much she means to me without scaring her off?

“I know, Drak,” she husks, looking up at me while wrapping her pale fingers around my thick length. An-nana doesn’t move them, merely holds them in place, circling my shaft with a tight grip just to hold me.

She amazes me.

“I love your cock,” she purrs, batting her eyes at me with a seductive edge. My balls tighten, and she grins, witnessing them jump. “You’re so big and thick, I’ll barely be able to fit my lips around you.”

Sweet heavens.

My hands fist into the bed sheets.

“You will not have the opportunity to try if you continue to speak this way, my mate,” I warn huskily.

“Mmm, yeah?” she asks, pleased to hear about the power she has over me.

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