Page 29 of Soren

"Spread your legs."

I suck in a breath.

"Now." His boot knocks against my left ankle and I bow even further, bent double against the stable door while he has a full view of my behind. My dress and pants still cover my butt, but knowing him, not for long...

"Do you know why I'm doing this, Lara?" Soren's voice loses some of its edge, but there's still more than enough to make my core twitch in anticipation.

I shiver. I try to fight it, but I can't. No more than I can fight Soren's all-consuming presence. Already I can feel how wet I am down there, and it's only getting worse the more he touches me.

Damn him.

"I asked you a question," he says, the hand on my throat tightening ever so slightly.

"N-no," I manage to sputter out. And it's the truth. I really don't know. One moment we were bonding with Cali, and then the others came in and suddenly...

This.

"I don't know how you do things on your planet, but while you're here, you play by our rules. I'm sure you're aware of my position as warlord. And because of that, I have a certain reputation to upkeep among my men. Do you understand?"

I furrow my brow and try to piece together the answers amidst the haze of lust and humiliation. Is he ashamed to be seen with me? Is that it?

Soren's hand brushes across my ass and down my legs until he reaches the hem of my dress. He hikes it up in a single fluid motion, and all I can do is lean against the gate and wait for what happens next. He rips my pants off of me.

The hand on my throat moves down to my chest and grabs at my breast, pinching the nipple. I cry out and while I'm still processing the sudden movement, a loud smack rains down on my ass.

The combination of pleasure and pain catches me off guard and I let out a shuddering moan.

"You are being punished for questioning me in front of one of my men. Understand that what we do in our private quarters is different from the manner I must display myself in public."

My eyes widen as his fingers slip into my panties and slip them down over my legs. He stops at the knees, the sodden panties practically binding my legs.

"Fuck, you're so wet down here." He swipes a finger across my folds as I hiss in a breath. "Don't tell me that you've been this desperate for me all morning." His low, rumbling laugh turns my knees to jelly.

"You wish," I whisper. I try to remember to breathe. In through my nose, out through my mouth. In, out.

And then he spanks me again. The fresh sting races across my skin and another shameful rush of arousal gathers between my thighs. Hot, slick liquid coats his fingers and he brings them up to his face, sniffing and then licking them.

"I do wish," he says.

I try and look at him over my shoulder, but he forces my head back down. I mumble a protest but my panties are still around my knees. I can't very well hobble off like this.

"But right now, what I wish is for you to learn your place." Soren caresses the tender, still stinging skin before smacking it again. Once, twice, three times. I bite my lip and try not to flinch or cry out, but each strike sends me higher and higher.

It's not long before any thought of defiance or brattiness vanishes from my mind. I'm so in tune with my body and the sensations Soren gives me that there's no room for anything else. I slump against the stable door, moaning with wild abandon as he spanks my ass again and again. Heat floods off the reddened, tired skin, but he doesn't stop.

Tears prick to my eyes and everything mutes together into a hazy blur. Endorphins flood my system and a chill races from head to toe. Every cell on my body is alive and tingling.

"You like this, don't you?" Soren leans forward to whisper in my ear. "Which part of it turns you on the most -- the humiliation or the pain?" Another spank. "Or perhaps its the rough treatment that gets you off. Is that it?" Spank. "Fuck, I wonder if you could come from this."

"Mmm." I can't manage much but pants and moans at this point. My whole body is on fire with both pain and pleasure. I'm so close, so deliriously close to release. And he must know it, too.

The spanking wasn't the real punishment.

The edging is.

Every blow makes my pussy clench tighter. My climax rears its head, ready to drag me under, but it's just there, almost, almost...

I push into him. My back arches lewdly as I'm bent double in the stable, being disciplined like a naughty child, and yet it's still not enough.

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