Page 31 of Commander's Slave
Though he was strict with her and expected obedience, he’d shown her no brutality. Trust and respect had grown between them. Yes, even though she was his slave, she felt he respected her.
It was no secret that he wished to bed her, and she shivered with delight as she recalled the feel of his hugeness pressing against her backside as they drifted to sleep each night.
Despite his obvious interest in her, he’d held back. He hadn’t claimed her body, and each night she felt a tremor of disappointment when the sound of his soft snoring reached her ears.
She longed to submit to Edek’s advances and tremble and quake as he pumped his huge cock into her.
And itwashuge.
He slept naked, and she’d glimpsed his size a time or two.
At first it had terrified her. Now the thought of spreading her thighs and inviting him to surge inside her left her a quivering mass of hormones.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Betsy spun to face the door.
Her heart thumped louder and louder, and her palms broke into a sweat. She wiped her hands on her nightdress and glanced back at the bed. She gulped in shaky breaths and tried to calm her excited nerves.
She’d never anticipated Edek’s arrival at bedtime as fervently as she did now, and her pussy clenched with the need to feel his dominance and his protection underneath the covers as he laid claim to her body.
And her heart.
She couldn’t ignore the tender warmth that filled her soul each time their eyes met and he smiled.
The door opened to reveal Edek, his large frame taking up the entryway. He paused and fixed a dark stare on her that made her knees wobble. He entered and the door automatically zipped shut behind him, sealing them alone together in the dim room.
Like a predator, he stalked toward her slowly as if sizing her up, his gaze repeatedly traveling the length of her body. His muscles flexed with his every movement, rippling underneath his fitted uniform.
“Edek,” she whispered. Horror struck her a second later, and she clamped her hands over her mouth. “Master, I-I meant. Master.” She dropped her arms to her sides and bowed her head, biting her tongue as she considered the ramifications of addressing him so familiarly.
Except… she’d done so once before, and he hadn’t so much as scolded her for the slipup.
His hot breath wafted against her forehead, and she looked up at his chest, not daring to meet his eyes. She’d seriously been considering seducing Edek, or at least throwing a few encouragements his way, but those thoughts fled as she fidgeted in place, fearing a spanking was imminent.
If he decided to punish her, there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing but submit and hope he took it easy on her. In truth, none of the spankings he’d given her had been brutal. He’d never left her with bruises.
He tipped her chin up with one finger, forcing her to stare into his dark depths.
Angry. He appeared angry and rigid.
Her bottom tingled. Yes, she definitely had a spanking coming.
Her lips quivered as shame washed over her, the memory of his hand cracking across her bare bottom fresh in her mind. Pangs of desire heated her core, moisture seeping from her pussy. Her eyes widened as his expression transformed from angry to amused. He arched an eyebrow and his lips curled up.
“You smell intoxicating, Betsy. You are also very, very naughty, and I’m going to put you over my knee and spank your bare little bottom until it’s flaming red.”
Chapter 15
Poor Betsy didn’t standa chance at hiding her arousal.
Edek had detected her pungent-but-sweet feminine scent before, but never as strongly as tonight.
Tonight she was on fire, and her desire had intensified in the moments after she called him ‘Edek.’ The fear of punishment, he suspected, had caused the sweetness between her thighs to swell with need.
Or so he imagined.
He’d never been with a human woman before, but he’d heard humans were anatomically similar to Kall, and her body was obviously preparing to accept his entrance.
“I’m sorry, Master.” She attempted to slip away, but he grabbed her shoulders and glared down at her sternly. “Please don’t spank me,” she whispered.
