Page 27 of Monster's Pet

“Nothing big, like gills,” Aiden said thoughtfully. “What about frog skin? It’s permeable. That’s how frogs breathe underwater, isn’t it?”

“Would your fire shifting cause problems with frog skin?” I asked hesitantly. “Fire eats oxygen, and your fire is all over your body.”

“Good question.”

“And is permeable skin going to get enough oxygen to your entire body?” I added.

“That sounds like a math problem,” Aiden said with a grin. “I can do that.”

“Well, you have something to test out.” I shrugged. “Not what I was thinking, but it could be a solution that works for you.”

“If it fails, I’ll try something else.” Aiden got to his feet smoothly and crossed his arms. “Bigger distraction now. I’m feeling confident in my shift.”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked.

“Strip for me,” Aiden ordered. “The time I lose control the most often is when I’m buried inside your tight pussy, so let’s test my control shall we?”

I had started flushing with arousal at the first words out of his mouth, and by the end, I was already wet. “You know how to turn a girl on,” I said somewhat breathlessly.

“Not a girl. You.” Aiden pulled me to my feet and had my shirt unbuttoned before I could blink. “Get a move on, or are you looking for punishments?”

I slipped out of my shirt and skirt willingly, but hesitated playfully. “What kind of punishment are we talking about here? Are you going to spank me?”

A snakelet of fire rippled over Aiden’s chest, but vanished quickly. “You want me to put you over my knee and spank you like the naughty girl you are? Does it make you wet to be punished?”

“Do you think you can hang onto your control long enough?” I sassed.

“That’s it.” Aiden slowly rolled up his shirtsleeves. “You’ve asked for it.”

I shivered in anticipation, goosebumps rising on my bare skin.

“Bend over the bench. Ass in the air,” Aiden ordered. Once I had obeyed, he added, “And I hope you don’t mind, but you’re not going to have underwear for the rest of the day.”

“Wha—” My question ended on a squeak as Aiden ripped the offending garment from my body.

“So wet already,” Aiden said admiringly, stroking his fingers through my lower lips.

He pinched my clit sharply, and I gasped at the pain-pleasure that sang through my body.

“Keep that ass up, so every strike will hit across your pussy as well,” Aiden purred. “I want my paddle to be dripping onto the floor after every hit.”

My thighs trembled at the promise in his voice.

“Do you hear me?” His voice darkened.

“Yes,” I said, proud that I managed to get that out without wavering. “Where are you going to get a paddle?”

“Oh ye of little faith,” Aiden teased. He leaned over my back, his clothing tickling my bare skin and whispered in my ear, “I’ve been preparing to punish you since before the holidays.”

I swallowed back a whimper.

“I made this paddle special, just for you,” he continued, as if he hadn’t made me a mess with just his words. “Nice and wide, with a long, thick handle perfect for gripping. Are you ready to feel it?”

“Yes,” I squeaked.

“Very good.” He placed one hand low on my back, grounding me. “One.” He brought the paddle down, slapping it across my exposed backside. The sound was louder than the bloom of pain, echoing through the room. “Two.” Aiden rested the paddle over my cheeks for a moment, rubbing it over them gently. “No splinters for my girl. It’s as smooth as satin. Spread your legs further.”

I obeyed instantly.

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