Page 20 of Surrender
Lastly, he introduced her to the servants, most of whom were married to one another. Enthusiastically, she shook their hands and repeated their names, taking Merokk somewhat aback. When one servant addressed her asMistress, Betsy even requested that all the servants call her by her first name, which further surprised Merokk. Given that she’d been raised in luxury, he’d expected her to show indifference toward the servants, yet she continued greeting each of them in a warm manner.
“And this is Rentzaq. He is Head of Security here. If you leave the house, he’ll accompany you anywhere you need to go.”
“I’m very pleased to meet you, Rentzaq.” She smiled up at the older Kall, offering her hand to him. Rentzaq stepped forward and shook Betsy’s hand with a polite nod, then moved back into place beside his wife, Chrisna, who was one of the house servants.
After a quiet dinner, Merokk and Betsy retired for the evening. He sat next to her on the bed and explained the rules of the house. Though he felt a bit dictatorial doing so, he thought it best to be direct and upfront with Betsy regarding his rules and expectations.
Once again, he reminded himself that her behavior reflected on him, and as a decorated warrior and an ambassador, his reputation was everything.
“You are free to do whatever you wish during the day, for the most part, but if you leave the property, you must take Rentzaq along. If he is unavailable for some reason, he will ensure another guard accompanies you. If Rentzaq thinks the location you wish to visit is not safe, you will not be permitted to go. Although the city seems peaceful and safe at the moment, I refuse to risk your welfare and I expect you to respect the guards’ decisions.”
She gave him a wary look but didn’t argue.
“Sometimes you will be required to help me entertain foreign dignitaries. I will expect you to comport yourself in a pleasant, friendly manner during such events.”
She narrowed her eyes. “A pleasant, friendly manner? You speak as though I were born in a barn. I know how to behave in polite company, for goodness’ sake.”
He shot her a stern look. “I am trying to help you learn your role as my wife, Betsy. You would be wise to listen.”
“Iamlistening,” she said, “and I’m also trying very hard not to be offended. I assure you that I know how to behave. I’m not some uncultured hooligan plucked from the streets.” Some of the color drained from her face and her eyes grew wide. “I-I’m the First Daughter.”
“You might be the First Daughter,” he said, stepping closer, “but you’re also my wife. That means I expect your obedience and your cooperation, especially when it comes to rules pertaining to your safety. Do you know what will happen if you are insubordinate or disrespectful?” He leaned closer, searching her face.
“You-you’ll punish me.”
“How will I punish you, Betsy? I want to hear you say it.”
Her cheeks reddened and she looked down at her hands, knotting her fingers together. “You’ll spank me, I suppose,” she said in a shaky whisper.
“That’s right.” He lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “I won’t hesitate to take you over my knee if you disobey the rules.”
She swallowed and nodded in acquiescence.
Merokk turned her head toward the far side of the room. Above a wide table covered with candles and images of the Kall homeworld, a leather strap hung from a hook on the wall.
He grabbed her hand and led her toward the implement.
“Don’t move,” he said as he dropped her hand. He retrieved the strap and held it at her eye level. Her expression grew panicked, but she didn’t step back from the object of her fear. “If you ever commit a serious offense, particularly if you lie to me, Betsy, I will use this instead of my hand. Never lie to me.”
“I-I promise. I’ll never lie to you,” she replied quickly. The color still hadn’t returned to her face.
“Good.” He restored the implement to its hook, hoping he would never have cause to use it, and gazed down at Betsy heatedly. He put his mouth to her ear and lowered his voice. “It’s time for bed. Tonight, I’m going to teach you how to take all of my cock in your mouth.”
Chapter 12
“Removeyour clothing and kneel on the floor,” Merokk said in a voice sharp with command. He pointed to the rug in the center of the room. “Right there.”
Fiona’s heart fluttered as she pulled her dress over her head. She sucked in a steadying breath and placed it on a nearby chair, then she set about taking off her bra and panties. As she undressed, she was aware of her husband’s heated gaze on her, though she couldn’t quite bring herself to look up at him.
Her face flushed when she considered what was about to happen—he planned to teach her how to suck his cock. She recalled just how large he was and fought back a shiver. While she didn’t think there was any chance she would manage more than maybe the tip of his massive appendage, she wasn’t about to argue with him. Perhaps he would come to his senses once they got started and he observed her difficulty.
She placed her bra and panties on top of her dress and walked toward the rug, her legs suddenly weakened as her nervousness increased. How strange it was to get naked in front of a Kall warrior she barely knew. Yet he was her husband.
He was her husband because her people had lost the war and human females were required to marry Kall warriors as punishment.
As she arrived at the center of the rug, she cast a curious glance at Merokk, wondering if she would always feel that her marriage to him was a punishment. Would she ever find happiness with him? And what about him? Would he find any happiness with her?
She pushed such thoughts aside and dropped to her knees, a wave of excitement tinged with anxiety surging through her. Would he scold her if she didn’t do a good job of taking him in her mouth? Would he go so far as to physically discipline her if she didn’t please him?
