Page 40 of Kazzon's Human Bride
A low growl left him when he recalled the scent of her arousal that had hovered in the air during their last encounter. He’d somewhat playfully threatened to spank her, and her body had responded to his threat in a most salacious manner.
He entered his quarters and scanned the room, looking for his little wife. A smile tugged at his lips when he spotted her tiny form under the bedsheets, but he stilled as he noticed a strange movement, as well as the unmistakable scent of her womanly essence, completely permeating the air.
Slowly, he crept toward the bed, keeping his footfalls light. Her breathing was ragged and rough, and her eyes were closed, the look on her face blissful yet slightly strained, as if she were concentrating on something. Judging by the movement of her hand underneath the covers, as well as the aroma of her feminine essence, there was no doubt in his mindwhatshe was concentrating on.
He moved closer and watched her, observing her naughtiness. He had explicitly forbidden her from touching herself without his permission, yet here she was, stroking herself to ecstasy underneath the covers while she thought she was alone.
Disappointment mixed with anger. Did she do this frequently in his absence? Perhaps she had a habit of disobeying him and this was the first time she’d gotten caught. His palm twitched with the desire to smack her bottom.
Soft whimpers and moans left her throat. Despite his displeasure with her in the moment, his cock went hard and his balls drew up tight, desire coursing through him in a tingling heated wave.Fluxx. She was so naughty, and he fully intended to punish her for her disobedience.
He stood there, waiting for her to open her eyes and notice him glaring down at her. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited, wanting to see how far she took this mischief. Would she manage to bring herself to a release?
Her lips parted on a sharp moan and her eyelashes fluttered, though she didn’t open her eyes yet. The look of bliss on her face heightened and her body tensed. She gyrated her hips against her roving hand underneath the covers and made the gasping moaning noise she usually made while in the throes of a release.
His anger flared, seeing the sudden ease of her expression. She ought to be ashamed, not as pleased as she now appeared. A small smile formed on her lips and she finally opened her eyes, but the smile instantly faded and a look of horror washed over her features.
“Xerr!” she gasped.
Keeping his arms crossed, he continued to glare down at her, not saying a word. He let his expression speak for his displeasure, and the regret that suddenly gleamed in her wide eyes revealed she was beginning to realize what she’d done wrong.
Her face reddened and she grasped the covers, holding them up to her chin. Shaky breaths shuddered out of her and her hands started trembling.
“There is no point in hiding, little human,” he said in a scolding tone. “I know what you did. I stood here and watched you stroke yourself to pleasure. Without permission, I might add.”
She swallowed hard and her gaze danced around the room for a moment, before she returned her eyes to his. “Please,Xerr, I-I didn’t mean…” Her voice trailed off briefly. “I-I was only curious to see if I could do it, you know, make myself feel the way you sometimes make me feel. And, well, you took so long coming back and I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I-I am so very sorry.” No black mist appeared around her face, but even if she hadn’t begun touching herself with the intention of bringing herself to a release, she’d still done it. She’d still reached between her thighs and touched what belonged to him.
Though it pleased him to hear she’d been thinking about him, he was careful to keep his expression stern. She’d been a naughty wife. As her husband and master, it was his duty to correct her errant behavior. By the time he was finished with her, she would think twice about disobeying him in this way again.
He nodded at the sheets. “Remove the covers and show me,” he said. “Show me what you’ve done.”
With a reluctant but contrite demeanor, she slowly pushed the sheets off her body, down below her knees. Her pussy was dark pink and swollen and gleaming with her arousal. Her heady essence coated her inner thighs as well.
He sank down on the bed beside her and forced her legs apart. Her hands opened and closed beside her and he suspected she wished to pull the covers over herself and hide from him again, but he would not allow it.
Once he had her legs spread wide, he applied two sharp slaps to her glistening flesh, one to each of her inner thighs. She reared up on the bed, gasping as she tried to cover her privates with her hands, as he’d smacked her especially close to her nether folds. No doubt she feared where he might strike next.
He pushed her hands out of the way and cupped her pussy, giving it a harsh squeeze. He glared at her, waiting until she met his gaze. “You belong to me, Caylee.Thisbelongs to me.” Another harsh squeeze. “Everyfluxxingpart of you belongs to me, do you understand?”
“Yes,Xerr. I-I am so very sorry. Please, please have mercy. I promise I’ll never do it again.”
“I decide when you receive pleasure, little human. You do not.”
“I-I know,Xerr, and again, I’m so sorry.” Tears shone in her eyes and her entire body quivered, but most particularly her legs.
A glance down showed the splotches left by the single swats he’d delivered to her inner thighs, the red palm prints gleaming underneath the layer of her essence that had leaked from her during her naughty exploits.
She had never received a real punishment from him, but she was about to receive her first one. When he’d spanked her on their wedding night, he’d only had to spank her a few times before she confessed all. And while he’d given her some playful swats and spankings during the past few weeks, he hadn’t had cause to administer a real punishment, as she was mostly well-behaved and submissive.
Her eyes were filled with fear and he sensed she was truly afraid. But he couldn’t ignore the fact that she’d blatantly disobeyed him.
He rose from the bed and crossed the room to a dresser. He pulled open the top drawer and sifted around underneath his clothing, searching for the object he desired. An object he’d found in the ship’s hold not long after marrying Caylee. He’d tucked it away in a drawer, just in case he had need of it during their journey.
His fingers moved over the cool leather and he picked up the strap. He turned to face Caylee, implement in hand. A gasp escaped her, and her face went white.
“Be a good, obedient wife and bend over the foot of the bed,” he said, pointing at the section where he desired her to take position. “And don’t you dare make me ask twice.”
He snapped the leather against his palm, and she scrambled to comply with his sharply spoken command.
