Page 4 of Nyanine's Divide

I shake my head, all words failing me at the moment. Despite the harsh spanking, I know my core is soaked, eager for what will undoubtedly follow this.

“One more for arguing with me.” He sits up, landing another smack on the other side, my skirt doing little to block the blow. Hands rub along the tender spots before trailing down and lifting the skirt, revealing my bare and soaked center to him.

His fingers trail lightly up the backs of my thighs before his right hand slides to the middle, sliding through my folds. “There’s no denying you enjoy this as much as I do now. Not with the evidence on my fingers. Perhaps I should do this more often, remind you who to listen to, Princess.”

A shiver slides up my spine, and I tremble against the sheets for a moment. He pulls away, leaving me confused and cold without the heat of his body so close. “Stand up and undress. Slowly.” His voice is stern, a command, one that I don’t want to fight right now.

Rising, I look up at him from my knees before crawling to the edge of the bed. “Okay.” My voice comes out quiet and meek, more so than I intended, but it also feels right for the moment. He’s staked his claim and made his intentions clear, the commands in his voice brooking no arguments. It’s best if I submit unless I want more punishment, and right now, I’d rather be rewarded. I could use the comfort after such a defeating day.

He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger as I stand, forcing me to look at him. “Okay, what? That’s not how you respond.”

I attempt to hold back my smirk, but I can’t as I ask, “Would you prefer sir or Daddy?”

He swallows, his thumb rising to pinch my bottom lip and hold it, tugging me slightly closer as he leans in and murmurs, “This sassy little mouth will be the first thing put to use. Be a good girl if you want any other holes filled.” As he leans back, he pauses, staring down at me as his thumb loosens its grip and rubs along my bottom lip. “When you respond to my commands, either moniker works for me.”

Now it’s my turn to swallow as he releases me and brushes past me to sit on the bed. He removes his shirt, his pants loose but around his waist as he leans back to watch me. He’s entirely too cocky, but I like it. Wasn’t it just earlier today that I was concerned by his sudden change in demeanor, his wariness and clinginess due to the danger around us? This is the Vahru I remember meeting my first day here, the one who captured my attention completely and wrings orgasms from me like it’s nobody's business. This is my mate. Cocky, sexy, in control, and completely aware of all of it.

Turning to face him, I grin as I slowly pull my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor beside me. I work from the top down, removing my makeshift bra before my skirt. With each item of clothing dropped to the floor, his cock hardens, peeking its way out of his pants to meet me. I do a slow turn, letting him see me from every angle, before I pause and wait for his instructions.

He crooks his finger, and I take two small steps to reach his knees. “You want to take these off or should I?” He watches me like a hawk, and I bend at the waist, reaching for his pants. His hips lift slightly, his tail lying on the bed behind him, as I pull, tossing the pants aside and leaving him bare for me. My eyes roam over him, memorizing the elegant swirling across his purple skin. He’s like my own personal god to worship and love, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“On your knees, Princess. Time to put that mouth to good use.” His voice is stern, his face just as stoic and hard. A fresh wave of arousal rushes through me, and I swear, I feel myself drip. How in the hell does he do this to me?

Dropping to my knees, I do as he commands without question, letting my tongue slide along his ribbed flesh from base to tip. My hands remain on his thighs as I slide him into my mouth, letting my tongue slide along him as I pump slowly. He moans, hands sliding into my curls, but he doesn’t force me. His touch is reverent and gentle, a caress in thanks for giving him what he desires. The way his fingers soothe my scalp, rubbing gently and tugging slightly on my hair, relaxes me and arouses me at the same time, making me more eager to please him as he wants.

Despite the gags and struggles to take him entirely, I keep going, enjoying the sounds he makes, the panting of his breath, the feel of his hands on me. His cock twitches in my mouth, and he grabs me under the arms, ripping me off him and laying me on the bed so quickly I’m stunned at how I got there. Before I can even take a breath, his tongue is sliding through my folds, sucking and prodding, pulling moans and orgasms from me as if it’s life’s purpose.

“Give me one more, and I’ll reward you.” He groans from between my legs as he kisses my thigh, but my head shakes in denial. I’m empty, I don’t have anything else to give him. He nips my thigh, causing me to squeal in shock and pain. “One more.” His growl is deep, feral, and he devours me in the same fashion. The scream that leaves me at his touch is unexpected, but the sensitivity level is off the charts at this point, and it isn’t long before I’m following his command and giving him one more.

He sits up, looking beyond proud of himself as he wipes his face, before hovering over me. “Now, how many can I pull from you with my cock, huh?”

I moan as he slides through my folds, but he doesn’t make any effort to press inside. His weight settles above me, the heat of his body pouring into me, and I wrap my arms around his back, holding him to me. He kisses along my neck and shoulders as he grinds against me, and my moans turn into grunts of frustration. Just get on with it, you big tease!

His teeth graze my earlobe as he whispers, “Beg me for it. How bad do you want Daddy’s cock?”

“Fuck me,” I whisper in resignation and irritation. He won’t give me what I want until I do as he says, so I better get on with it. The chuckle that rumbles through him boils my blood in the best of ways. I hate this and love it beyond belief at the same time. It’s difficult for me to let go of the reins, but when it’s for him, stars, does it feel good. It’s just a battle within myself to truly let go, to not feel awkward or ashamed of saying these dirty things aloud.

“Daddy, please,” I beg in the sweetest, most desperate voice I can. “I need you.”

A shiver ripples through him before his hips lift, and he slides into me in a single motion. We groan together before he takes up a brutal pace, fucking me, not making love. He sits up, pulling my legs onto his shoulders as he grips my hips. The angle is almost unbearable, his reach nearly too far, as my g-spot is destroyed.

“That’s right, come on that dick. Come all over Daddy’s dick. Good girl,” he murmurs as he thrusts into me without stopping, my screams of pleasure echoing in the room. My legs are pushed aside as he slides between them, hovering over me as he presses in hard, groaning as his cock twitches in release.

As he falls apart, his body lowers onto mine, his hips fused with mine, until his lips reach my neck. We pant for breath as he murmurs, “Good girl.” I shiver, loving the sound of that, as welay together for a long moment. He finally rises, cleaning us both up before we settle into bed for some rest.

He cradles me to his body, my back to his front, as he whispers his love for me into my ear. I cling to his arms around me, grateful for his strong presence, as I whisper my love back.

As the darkness of sleep begins to pull me under, I think of Tavionna, needing to let her know that I’m waiting on Charlie to get her the comms and bring the kids. With no other way to communicate with her aside from traveling there, I hope like hell this works. I fall into dreams, calling out for her, hoping that our newfound sisterly bond will be enough to make this dream walking work.

Chapter 4

Tavionna

Rolling over onto my left side, I come face-to-face with Xenshay, his mouth open as he breathes on me. I grunt and roll onto my back, Seuke’s arm half under my back. Normally, I enjoy our cuddle piles and sleep just fine between them, but tonight, something is tugging at my mind, keeping me awake. Staring at the cave ceiling, I finally sigh and decide to see what this is.

I carefully climb from the bed and throw on a dark blue top and bottoms, the matching mostly-sheer robe covering the rest of me. I pause, staring at my men asleep in the bed, Xenshay’s mate mark stark against his dark purple skin. I brush my fingers over my own matching one, a smile on my face, before I glance at Seuke. His face is turned away from me, but he’s still so beautiful with this smooth skin and chiseled jawline.

Tiptoeing, I step around the bed and head for the door when a pink hand grabs my wrist, stopping me. “Where are you going, my love?” Seuke’s voice is gruff with sleep, his whisper harsh in the quiet room. My eyes dart to Xenshay, making sure he doesn’t wake at our whispering. Using our mental bond, I lock eyes with Seuke and tell him the truth.

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