Page 6 of Zylonn's Human Bride
“Have you ever been physically punished before, Nova? Spanked, perhaps?”
“No, never.” The very idea of physical punishment was foreign to her.
“Well, then perhaps this is long overdue,” he said, an odd hint of amusement in his voice.
He dropped his hands from her face, then grasped her upper arm and led her toward the bed. She had no choice but to walk with him, though her level of dread increased with every footstep. Once again, she eyed the leather strap and shuddered.
“Wait!” She spun and faced him, craning her neck to look up and meet his dark, inhuman gaze. “I-I will do whatever you want tonight. In-in bed, that is,” she said, softening her voice. “I won’t spurn your advances at all. I-I’ll submit to you, I promise. Just please, please do not punish me.”
Panic swelled in her chest when his eyes darkened further.
“Are you trying to manipulate me, Nova? Are you saying that if I punish you, you will not willingly consummate this marriage?” A growl rumbled in his throat. “I suggest you bend over the bed before you get yourself into any more trouble.” He turned her around and pressed on her back, forcing her to assume the vulnerable position of being bent over the bed.
Remorse swept down upon her. Now that she considered it, her last plea had sounded as if she were planning to resist consummating their marriage. She hadn’t meant it that way—only that she would try her best to please him tonight, no matter what he wanted. Not that she had any experience in these matters, as she had never even kissed a man before, let alone slept with one, but she supposed if she followed his lead and didn’t resist, her capitulation would no doubt please him.
Oh, how had she made such a mess of things?
While she’d promised herself she wouldn’t develop tender feelings for her Tarkkuan mate, that didn’t mean she wanted there to be discord between them. She tried to think of something to say to soften Zylonn, but she worried anything she said would come out wrong again.
“Nova,” he said, cupping her bottom over her dress. “I will not stand for a disobedient mate. You belong to me now, and you will respect and obey me, or suffer the consequences. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Zylonn.”
“No, not Zylonn. By the laws of my people, I own you now. I think it will better help you to remember your place, little human, if you address me as ‘Master’ from now on, as that is what I am to you.”
Her breath left her in a rush and her mouth went dry. He gave her ass a light squeeze, and heat commenced gathering between her thighs. Shame coursed through her, that she could feel any amount of arousal in this moment, when he was preparing to whip her soon.
“Master,” she said, and the word felt strange on her tongue. “I didn’t mean that I would refuse to consummate our marriage if you punished me. My words came out wrong, and I’m sorry. Again. I only ask that you take into consideration that I have never been struck before, and I am quite afraid of you right now.”
Perhaps there was no avoiding the thrashing. Perhaps she could only mend the rift between them if she accepted her punishment. Then, afterward, she would be sure to never disobey him again. Tears burned in her eyes. This was not how she’d envisioned her wedding night at all.
He sank down on the bed next to her and continued stroking her backside. He leaned over her, coming closer until the heat of his breath wafted against her face. “You need not be so scared of me, little human. I will never punish you in anger, nor will I cause any permanent damage to you. I give you my word. But when you misbehave and are in need of correction, nothing you say will sway my mind on the matter. You cannot talk your way out of a thrashing once you’ve earned one, not with sweet words, and especially not with threats. Now, let’s get on with it. I am going to spank you using my hand, and then we’ll finish up with the strap. You will survive it, I promise.”
He gave her bottom an affectionate pat, before rising to fetch the dreaded strap off the wall. Nova peeked up at him from her spot on the bed, not daring to move out of position. He placed the implement on the bed and came to stand close to her, again touching her ass. She couldn’t repress the whimper from escaping her throat.
“Do you understand what would happen if the wrong person, such as a member of the ruling class, were to overhear you speaking badly of the arrangement our people have?” His voice was stern, but she also detected a note of sadness that she didn’t understand.
“I-I understand. I know I might be arrested and sent away to reeducation. Again, I would’ve never spoken so boldly had I realized some Tarkkuans spoke English.”
“Most Tarkkuans do not speak English or any other Earth tongues, which is why all chosen brides are required to learn all dialects of Tarkkuan. However, there is always a chance the wrong person might overhear your rebellious words and I will not allow you to risk arrest, little human. You are mine now and I mean to keep you safe. It is a Tarkkuan male’s sacred duty to ensure his female is always protected.” There was a touch of warmth, perhaps even affection, in his voice that left her confused and somewhat shaken. For a reason she couldn’t quite grasp, her throat suddenly burned, as did her eyes. She blinked fast and tensed as she heard him moving behind her.
To her mortification, he made quick work of baring her bottom, lifting her dress up and peeling her panties down to rest at her ankles.
“Spankings and strappings will always be delivered on your bare bottom.” He stood at one side of her and pressed a hand down on her lower back, as if worried she might move out of place.
The heat that had been gathering between her thighs smoldered to a full-blown blaze, the constant pulses of sensation making her breaths come in rapid puffs. She pressed her legs tight together and hoped the quickening in her core soon ceased.
“Spread your thighs, Nova.” He tapped the back of her leg, and she had no choice but to comply. “Wider. A bit wider. Good girl.”
Her shame deepened, knowing he now had an unhindered view of her pussy. She quivered in place and closed her eyes, willing him to get the punishment over with, and once again cursing herself for her unruly tongue, as well as her ill-timed building desire.
He trailed his fingers up her inner thigh and over the smooth folds of her pussy. Like all the Earth brides who came to Tarkkua, during the journey here she’d received laser hair removal treatments all over her body, including her privates, and she wasn’t yet used to the feeling of the bareness between her legs. She whimpered and tried to move, but he pressed down harder on her back, forcing her to remain in place for his explorations. He slipped one digit between her folds.
“I thought it was your arousal I smelled, Nova, and it appears I was correct. You’re soaking wet.”
“No, Master, I’m not.” She shook her head against the covers and wished she could disappear, her shame was so great.
He withdrew his hand from her center and gave her ass a hard slap. She gasped and twisted around, but it was no use. He had her pinned firmly down.
