Page 46 of Valpar

My butt tingled at the thought of Valpar spanking me. He wanted to take care of me, to make sure I was safe, and it was sweet. But playful spankings would be fun and sexy, too.

When I edged even closer, I tried to feel if his thing was there. I wiggled around and still didn’t understand. Where was this thing? Before I could look down, he cupped my face and made me stare at his.

“Miresa, what are you doing to me?”

My eyes darted from side to side. I’m not sure what I was doing to him, I barely knew what I was doing half the time.

“I…don’t know? I was just asking if spanking was a good enough punishment?”

Valpar groaned and scooted the chair back. “And is this supposed to be for punishment or pleasure, because your scent says pleasure?”

I trailed my tongue over my lips. “It can be both. One for keeping a mate safe and reminded of the rules, and one for playful smacks. At least, that is what Aunt Melina said.”

Valpar studied me. “I think you would like both far too much. Being raised by fae has put funny things in your head. Did you spend a lot of time at the palace watching this sort of thing?”

I bit down on my cheek and nodded. “Well, I wasn’t welcome to watch. They did it behind closed doors, but sometimes those doors were cracked.” I held up my thumb and pointer finger to show how wide the door would be. “I stopped watching when they started getting naked, though.” I wrinkled my nose.

Valpar’s mouth dropped open and his two big teeth looked even larger on the inside. “Wow, Mr. Orc, what big teeth you have!” I tapped them both with my fingers and he grabbed my wrists.

Valpar chuckled and held my hands in front of him. “We do need rules. You are silent and sneaky, and I need to protect you. No one will take my miresa, and you will not be sneaking and watching other mated couples during their—private moments.” He wrinkled his face.” Do you understand?”

“Yay, rules to break.” I playfully shoved his shoulder, but he didn’t laugh, instead he pulled me closer.

“How about I get a switch instead of my hand? How does that sound?” He raised an eyebrow in warning.

I covered my butt and shook my head. I wanted his hand to touch my butt, not a switch.

Nope, that didn’t sound fun at all. It made my pussy dry, and even my lower lips sucked right up in my vagina.

Satisfied with himself, Valpar sat back in his chair. He wasn’t wearing the dress pants he was last night. Today, it was a long loincloth that left little for the imagination. Well, actually it left a lot, because I still couldn’t see thelittle orc. Which didn’t look like alittleorc because it was on the inside of his leg, covered bya loose leather cloth, and the outline was enormous and rather bumpy.

I hoped it wasn’t sick.

Valpar caught me staring, cleared his throat and stood. “Tell me where this door is that Simon got through. We need to close it so your scent doesn’t attract anyone.”

Darn, those cloths must be magnetic to cover it because his thighs were on display, but his thing and his bootylicious butt and crack were covered just so.

So disappointing.

Once I led him to the door, he shut it, using the lights that covered the cave walls, as he took a large timber of wood to close it.

“What if you’re pooping again, and Simon needs to go potty?” I asked. I didn’t want to call him out for taking care of himself in the bathroom, yet. I think that was a little premature to do that.

Valpar froze and let out a breath. “I wasn’t—ah, wait. Why does Simon need to use the bathroom?” He stared at Simon, who decided at that moment to walk into the bathroom. He kicked the door shut, and we heard little farts come from inside.

“To go potty, duh? He’s potty trained. He’s super smart. Me being his person, it’s my job.” I puffed out my chest.

The toilet flushed, and out came Simon, who let out a loud yell and walked past Valpar. Simon didn’t take his eyes off my mate; he wasn’t too trusting of anyone, and after Valpar said he was going to eat him, I didn’t blame him.

Valpar on the other hand, looked utterly confused, and I wasn’t sure why. Has he not seen a goat that could go to the bathroom? I’ve never been to the Monktona Wood before, but surely, they have some pretty cool animals where he’s from.

“Do you have a pet?” I asked walking back toward the kitchen area. I pulled out some muffins and fruit, and began munching on them while I leaned on the table.

Valpar strode over, rubbing his temples with one hand. “I have a companion who I share a bond and understanding with.”

“So, a pet,” I said, between bites.

“No, he isn’t a pet. He doesn’t sleep in my bed, eat my food or use thetoi-let.”

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