Page 57 of Quest for her Knights
“You said he sets the rules based on his need to care for and protect you.” I lick my lips nervously as he continues. “And you said you’d want him to discipline you if you disobeyed.”
Where exactly was he going with this? I know he doesn’t want to be my dom. That would require an actual relationship.
“Ranger…” Arrow warns, but he ignores him.
“Maybe that’s what you need now. A little discipline, so next time you think about disobeying me, you’ll remember this lesson.”
“Ranger, what are you doing?” Blaze asks, as my eyes widen again in alarm.
Still holding my wrist, Ranger pulls me forward. Before I can react, I’m lying across his knees, my ass in the air.
“What are you doing?!” I ask, mortified. Yet I don’t try to get away. I must be frozen in shock.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Blaze warns, as Ranger’s warm hand skims down my back, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
“I’m not going to do anything she doesn’t want. If I’m not mistaken, I believe she said something about liking a little light spanking.”
“Oh god,” I mumble, my face turning bright red as I bury it in my hands. Figures he’d remember my outburst at Ravenbrook. I’d hoped they’d forgotten that part. It was embarrassing enough explaining what a dom was, I didn’t even want to contemplate explaining BDSM to these overprotective men.
“Not too light, or she’ll just disobey you again,” Draven says, surprising me. From where he’s sitting, he may have a pretty good view of my ass. I just hope my nightdress is long enough to cover everything.
“Elora?” Ranger says, using my first name, for once.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble, my head hanging down in embarrassment.
“I need you to understand that I give you commands with your best interest at heart.” I don’t respond; he didn’t ask a question. A sudden smack on my left ass cheek makes me yelp in surprise. It doesn’t exactly hurt, but it definitely catches me off guard. I didn’t think he’d actually do it.
“Did you hear me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I mutter quickly.
“Good. Now tellme you understand.”
“I understand.”
“Good girl.”
Ah, fuck.Why’d he have to go and say that?
What woman can resist a man like Ranger calling her a good girl, especially when she’s draped over his knees? My core tightens instantly, and I hope this is almost over. If I start to get damp and either Ranger or Draven notices, I’ll be mortified.
“Now, I want to make sure you understand that I’m doing this for your safety.” He spanks me again, then demands, “Tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” I pant out, my mind starting to jumble from all the stimulation.
“Will you obey me the next time I give you an order?” I don’t answer quickly enough, and he spanks me again, making me squeak in surprise.
“Y-yes!”
“Will you listen without giving us sass when we tell you to do something?”
“Probably not,” I tell him honestly. His hand comes down again, right in the center, and his fingers almost graze my sensitive area. I try not to whimper as my core tightens in awareness of how close he is to touching me there. Just a couple inches lower, and he could sink his fingers into me.
He spanks me again, and I think I hear him chuckle when he says, “At least you’re honest.”
His fingers trail around my ass as he asks, “Tell me you’ll listen to us.”
This time, he doesn't even wait for my reply before spanking me, making me cry out my answer, “Yes!”
