Page 12 of Tamed

Suddenly his fingers tangled in her hair and he tilted her head back. “Adjust your attitude or you’ll find out how this ‘arrogant jerk’ deals with defiant females.”

“Do your worst, sir. I’m not afraid of you.” She sneered the title sarcastically as she shoved against his chest.

Suddenly Arcon’s warning echoed through her mind. If you look at a controller with those fuck me eyes, he won’t hesitate to accept your offer.

Zevon spun her around and bent her over the desk so fast that Kendra gasped. Arousal combined with trepidation, speeding her pulse and tightening her core. She’d spent endless hours picturing all the things Zevon would do to her while she was bent over his desk. Sometimes she was bound and helpless, but more often she eagerly offered him the use of her wet and willing body.

Holding her firmly with one hand, he tugged her pants and panties down with the other. “Clearly, someone needs to teach you some manners.” He smacked her ass hard, a flurry of stinging slaps.

She yelped and twisted, trying to avoid his cruel palm. Each spank jarred her senses and intensified her need. Her partially lowered pants constrained the movement of her thighs, and his strength became more obvious each time she tugged against his hold.

“Do you ache for discipline, little hothead?” He emphasized the question with an especially hard slap.

“I ache for respect, just like you,” she countered as his broad hand continued to fall. “I want to be more than my power. I’m not just a conduit. I’m a woman. I have opinions and goals, hopes and dreams. We should have been part of the negotiation.”

She braced for his reaction, expecting the spanking to intensify. Instead he caressed her heated bottom, lightly squeezing the cheeks. “Political unions are often reinforced with social relationships. Such has been the case for centuries, especially with empowered people.”

Even on Earth what he said was true. The nobility had been securing alliances by intermarrying their children for centuries. There were very few aristocrats left, but ‘marrying well’ was still a common expectation for those born into wealth and power.

“That’s not the point.” She squirmed, finding his stroking just as upsetting as the spanking. “No one asked us. No one cared about our feelings.”

“Conduits seldom have any say in who claims them.” He released her hands and tugged her pants and panties all the way to her ankles. “What’s really bothering you?” He quickly unzipped and removed her boots then stripped off her pants and panties.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” she insisted, but her core clenched in protest. She desperately needed to be fucked and Zevon was her number one choice. Why should she pretend otherwise?

Rather than argue, he turned her around and lifted her to his desktop. “I want to taste you.” He bent her legs nearly to her chest then opened her thighs. “Would you like that, hothead? Do you want my mouth on your pussy?”

Desire, hot and demanding, cascaded through her body. She shook her head as she grasped the backs of her knees and opened her legs even wider. “You’re an arrogant jerk.”

He bent between her thighs and traced her slit with his tongue. “Yes, I am.”

“You’re thoughtless and cruel.”

“I can be.” He licked her again.

“I don’t like you.” Her voice was barely above a whisper and her legs began to shake.

“Maybe not, but you want me. Don’t you?” He held her folds open with his thumbs and sucked on her clit.

Kendra moaned low in her throat as pleasure rushed up through her body.

“Say it, pet. Admit that you want this just as much as I do.”

He blew on her damp flesh, stimulating her senses without touching her. He was waiting, insisting that she surrender.

“Yes,” she whispered, then louder, “God, yes.”

Zevon’s lips pulled on her sensitive bud over and over until the tension that had been building inside her for weeks burst free. She cried out sharply and closed her eyes, allowing the pleasure to claim her.

Zevon lifted his head as he pushed two of his fingers into her rippling core. Kendra gasped at the fullness and instinctively opened her eyes.

His golden gaze bored into hers, penetrating her as tangibly as the digits sliding in and out of her pussy.

“Your taste is sweet.” He withdrew his fingers and pushed into her with his tongue.

Kendra moaned and lifted her hips, taking him deeper.

He licked and sucked, drawing more of her juices into his mouth. “Maybe I want a mate after all,” he muttered and his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. He moved up and sucked on her clit while he fucked her with his fingers.

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