Page 12 of Surrender
“Yes, BDSM. That sounds right.” He kept caressing her with his palm. “I would never really hurt you, Betsy. I will not abuse you. I want to earn your trust.” Despite herself, the tenderness in his voice warmed her heart. “But I will command your obedience, in and out of the bedroom.”
What I wouldn’t give to hear him use my name—my real name.
Where did that thought come from?
They weren’t married yet, couldn’t seem to keep from arguing, and she was pretty certain he was about to spank her. And he was a Kall. She was supposed to hate him. What difference did it make what name he used to address her?
“Will you let me up?” she asked in a hoarse voice. Her thoughts and feelings were too twisted up for her to articulate anything else. She wanted Merokk to leave her alone so she could curl up under the covers and hide until morning. But his hand kept moving over her bottom cheeks, massaging, squeezing, and becoming more familiar with her body with each passing second.
“I don’t think so, little one. I like you right where I have you.”
Chapter 7
A heady senseof power coursed through Merokk as he held Betsy firmly over his lap.
He hoped the action he was about to take would ease some of her concerns. The worst punishment she could expect from him was a sound strapping—and only when it was truly deserved.
As he enjoyed the feel of her over his lap, he began to seriously consider having his way with her a bit early. They were practically strangers, but he’d felt a spark ignite between them the moment their eyes locked in the great room inside the White House.
He swallowed hard and his jaw tensed as his eyes swept over the curves of her bottom.
No. He’d promised to leave her untouched for one more day.
If he went back on his word, earning her trust would be more difficult.
“This is just a demonstration, Betsy—to give you a taste of what I like in the bedroom. But it’s also meant to serve as a reminder of what will happen when you disobey me. Your punishment in those cases will be much more severe.”
He ignored her quick intake of breath and delivered a slap to her bottom. Then he proceeded to administer a dozen more light blows, taking the time to rub her overtop her panties in between each smack.
She struggled just a little at first but soon gave up, probably once she realized he wasn’t going to smack her very hard.
Would she ever find this as erotic as he did?
His throbbing erection pressed against her thighs. Pulling her panties down, he absorbed the sight of her bare, reddened bottom.So lovely.She gasped and stiffened in his hold, and Merokk recognized the unmistakable scent of Betsy’s arousal, sweet and pungent and uniquely female.
Despite her protests, the spanking had managed to kindle her desires. His spirits soared, and his manhood hardened further. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to plunge inside her at this moment. Taking a deep breath, he slid his hand between her thighs.
Fluxx. He took another long inhale, savoring the intoxicating scent of her.
“You said you wouldn’t touch me!” The panic in her voice stilled his hand.
“I can smell you, Betsy. I’m only going to inspect how wet you are. We won’t consummate our marriage until tomorrow night, I promise.”
“I-I’m not wet. Please let me up.”
Ignoring her last plea, Merokk slid his fingers along the slit of her pussy lips. She gasped and jerked her body, but he rewarded her with a warning slap on the inside of her upper thigh. “Be a good girl and hold still.” He explored further, parting her folds to discover her soaking wet center. He growled. “Oh, Betsy.”
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Please what?” His fingers moved to circle her hardened nub of flesh—the place he knew would give her the most pleasure. Thank the stars for curious human female tourists.
“Oh!” she squealed. “Let me up, now!”
“I don’t think so, Betsy. I think you like this.”
He gathered the moisture from her core and spread it over her clit, rubbing her pleasure spot with precise motions. Little whimpers and moans drifted up from her and her center occasionally jerked against his touch.
After one particularly energetic grind upon his hand, she stilled and cursed under her breath.
