Page 15 of Kazzon's Human Bride
Kazzon liked touching Caylee. He continued rubbing her bottom and satisfaction filled him when she finally ceased her struggles. Her compliance sent a heated thrill through him, causing his cock to harden further and lust to surge in his veins. She lay over his lap, breathless from her exertions but otherwise quite still. He peeked at the sweetness between her thighs, at her glistening pink folds, and marveled at her responsiveness to him.
She was responding like a true Tarrkuan bride—a female who naturally craved the authority and protection of her mate. She responded as if she’d always been destined to belong to him. Inhaling deep, he savored the scent of her feminine essence.
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“I could keep spanking you,” he said, “or you could tell me the truth, tell me how Julie was able to trick the scanner.” He prayed it involved a trick of technology rather than something that involved the guards who’d admitted the females onto theZenallia. If the females had somehow managed to bribe the guards, Kazzon wouldn’t rest until those guards were locked away for the rest of their lives.
“Please.” She tried to reach around to shield her bottom, but he pushed her hands out of the way and eventually grasped her wrists together and pressed her hands down at her lower back. “Please, no more.”
He opened his mouth, prepared to point out that he’d barely spanked her—he’d only given her seven swats—but he quickly decided against it. She was already feeling vulnerable and desperate. Perhaps she would finally answer his questions and tell the truth this time.
“I-I don’t wish for anyone in my dome-city to get in trouble,” she said, her voice breaking. “I don’t want to tell you because…” She fell quiet and sniffled.
To Kazzon’s surprise, compassion once again swelled in his chest. She was lying in order to protect someone. He doubted it was Julie since she was already protected by her marriage to a member of the ruling class. “Someone in New Leesburg helped you and Julie,” he said. “Or was it more than one person? I need to know, Caylee. I need to make sure the guards had nothing to do with the switch and I must also ensure this never happens again.”
“It wasn’t the guards,” she said, and it pleased him that no black cloud appeared. She was telling the truth. Thank the Gods.
He caressed her punished cheeks, waiting for her to say more. When she remained quiet, he decided to give her a gentle prompting. “I will learn the truth from you one way or another, Caylee. I can keep spanking you until you confess what really happened, or you can save yourself some pain and embarrassment and start talking. But remember that I will always know when you tell a lie. Be truthful, little human. Please. Despite what you may think, I do not enjoy causing you pain.”
While he didn’t like hurting her or causing her distress, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed having her over his lap, vulnerable and bared to his gaze, with her bottom cheeks reddened and her thighs parted to reveal the sweetness within. It was an intoxicating sight.
“If I tell you the truth, I could be putting others in danger,” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“I fear anyone I admit helped us might be punished. I-I can’t risk that happening. Please understand. If I could tell you the truth, I would, but all I will tell you is that the guards didn’t help. The Tarrkuan guards had no clue.”
He considered her dilemma as he proceeded to remove her shoes and then pull her pants and panties the rest of the way off her, leaving her completely naked from the waist down. He turned her over and forced her to sit upon his lap again. She winced when her punished bottom came into contact with his thighs.
He studied her. Tears coated her face and she trembled in place. Fear rolled off her, but not fear for herself. She was afraid for another person, or perhaps more than one person, and he found her determination to protect others quite admirable. But he still wouldn’t allow her to keep her secrets.
“I promised you that no harm would come to the inhabitants of your dome-city, Caylee. Do you remember?” He spoke in a gentle tone, wanting to soothe her. He couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d sought to comfort another, and this realization left him stunned. As he held this small, trembling human in his arms, he felt as though he were becoming another person entirely.
“I-I remember, but that was before you started asking me questions about who helped us trick the guards and get Julie onto theZenallia.” Her tear-filled gaze met his.
“My promise still stands.” He tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear. She shivered at his touch. “I will not punish the individuals who assisted you and Julie. But I must know the truth. Given what the males of my kind endure to receive a human bride, it is very important that such a switch never happens again, in New Leesburg or in any other dome-city.”
He noticed that her hands were carefully positioned upon her lap, right at the apex of her thighs, as she attempted to maintain some sense of modesty. The scent of her arousal remained strong in the air, once again reaffirming his belief that she was meant to become his bride.
“Swear on your Gods,” she said, lifting her chin.
“I swear on my Gods that no punitive actions will be taken against your dome-city or any individuals within.” Leaning closer, he grasped her thigh and gave her a slight nod, urging her to finally spill her secrets. “Go on, little human. Make your confession.”
Chapter 11
Caylee stared at Kazzon,her bottom throbbing.
And he’d only given her a few swats.
She couldn’t imagine enduring a longer spanking at his hand. Though she wanted to hate him with every fiber of her being, she couldn’t help appreciating that he’d ceased punishing her and was giving her a chance to answer his question again. He wasn’t being overly cruel, as she had expected him to be.
Instead, he was showing her patience and mercy.
If she were being honest, the shame heating her all over was the worst part. She was so utterly embarrassed that her new mate had turned her over his knee for a spanking, particularly on their wedding night, that she could barely look him in the eye. If only she’d told him the truth from the start, then she wouldn’t be in this predicament—naked from the waist down and seated on his lap, her sore cheeks rubbing against the chafing material of his pants.
“Well, obviously my parents and brother know about the switch,” she began, hoping to ease into the part about Wilson being the mastermind behind the fake palm print. If Caylee explained to Kazzon how a multitude of people in New Leesburg knew about the switch, perhaps it would soften the blow when she finally confessed the last part. “And all my neighbors and friends, and Julie’s too, know what we did. Julie’s co-workers, too. I-I had to start pretending I was her, after all, and that meant taking her job at the bakery where she worked.”
He lifted an eyebrow at her, his eyes glinting with amusement. He knew she was dragging this out, but somehow, he found her stalling tactics humorous. “You know what I really want to know, Caylee. Now tell me.”
