Page 35 of Surrender
Guilt settled on her shoulders and she felt like an impulsive child for so easily disregarding Merokk’s rules, rules he’d put in place for her safety.
At least he was no longer furious with her. At least he’d calmed down. Did that mean he would show her lenience, perhaps only give her a light spanking?
She drew in a deep breath and prayed this ended quickly, but her husband seemed content to spend a few minutes rubbing her bottom cheeks. His caresses felt especially intimate, considering that he’d taken her over his lap with the intention of punishing her.
“What’s this?” His fingers suddenly glided through her folds as he discovered her immense dampness.
Oh no. No no no.
She tried to squirm away, but his hold remained firm. One digit pushed inside her channel, pumping slowly in and out.
“Don’t fight me, little one. You know you deserve to be punished.” She felt his hand leave her and stiffened when his moistened finger abruptly poked at her bottom hole.
Oh God. Notthere. She struggled to escape his lap, but he held her down firmly in place.
“Please,” she whispered, but even she wasn’t sure whether it was a plea for him to stop or to continue. No one had touched her there before. She was scared and embarrassed, but the sensation wasn’t terrible. In fact, the more he touched her there, the hotter the pulses between her legs became.
“You were a bad girl,” he scolded, pushing his finger past her tight ring.
She gasped and tried to relax, though it soon proved impossible. Without missing a beat, Merokk moved in and out of her asshole, fucking her shy entrance with his huge finger.
Remorse welled up inside Fiona as she accepted this unusual punishment. She’d expected a spanking and nothing more. But Merokk had unique methods of asserting his authority over her, and this was no doubt one of them.
Her face heated as she imagined what she must look like, bent over her husband’s knee with her thighs spread as he chastised her by taking her bottom hole like this. The thrusts quickened, and he began to scold her again, driving home this part of the lesson.
Fiona’s teeth dug into her bottom lip as the lump in her throat burned larger and larger. A heavy sense of shame surged through her as she realized the error of her ways.
She’d disobeyed Merokk—her husband.
Knowing he was disappointed in her because of her bad behavior tore her down. She was beyond ashamed, particularly when it wasn’t an unreasonable rule that she’d broken.
Craving absolution, she surrendered to his will, relaxing her body and accepting every thrust of his finger as due punishment.
Each time he scolded her, a new wave of humiliation swept over her. Just as she lost all sense of time and place, he pulled his thick digit from her ass, and he stroked the flesh on her bottom globes.
“I’m going to spank you now, Betsy, and it’s going to hurt. I’m not doing this to be cruel, but to teach you a lesson. I’m your husband and I care about you. There’s a reason behind every rule I give you, and most of these rules are in place to protect you. If you disobey, you will be punished and, hopefully, learn something from it. Never leave the house without me or Rentzaq again.”
His caressing hand left her bottom and—smack!
He spanked fast and hard, barely giving Fiona a chance to catch her breath in between blows. Her poor bottom burned like an inferno, and the pain increased exponentially with each calculated smack. He covered both her ass cheeks and worked the back of her upper thighs over with a volley of stinging slaps.
This was far different from the previous times he’d warmed her bottom during sex, and much worse than the time he’d smacked her inner thighs after she’d told him a little fib.
Scorching tears flowed from her eyes as the weight of her misdeeds fell upon her, as well as the comforting knowledge that he wished to keep her safe.
Merokk wished to keep her safe, yet he didn’t even know her real name.
She’d lied and continued to lie every day to a man she was growing to care about. A man who told her he missed her, embraced her as they slept each night, and could make her feel cherished with a tender glance alone. A man who’d even stood up to the High Council of his homeworld and changed the laws pertaining toushrinawithin Kall-human marriages.
Her heart ached. She made silent promises to mind Merokk’s rules, even the ones she didn’t agree with. Just as she was about to lose control and plead with him to stop, the spanking ended. She heaved a shaky sigh of relief and prayed he wasn’t simply pausing to rest his hand. She hoped it was truly over. She longed for his forgiveness, to be back in his good graces.
“It’s over, little one.”
His words drew her back to reality, but she couldn’t stop the flow of her tears.He doesn’t know my real name. He doesn’t knowme. I’m an imposter and a liar and a terrible person.
He brought her up in his lap, cradling her and kissing away her tears. She held onto him for dear life, praying he would never find out her real name and praying he would still want her if he did.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
