Page 32 of Commander's Slave
“You know better than to call me Edek. You’re a slave and I’m your master.” His words were teasing, and the open surprise on her face confirmed her understanding. Had he spoken such words firmly, he knew resentment and defiance would have flashed in her eyes. He preferred her nervous surprise and smiled at the scent of her increasing arousal. “Not only did you call me by my name, but you disobeyed my bedtime instructions. Haven’t I always told you to wait for mein bed?”
“But I was standing right next to the bed. That’s not fair. You can’t punish me on a technicality.” Her lip protruded. A pout.
He’d never seen her pout before, but it kindled the flames of his desire to burn hotter.
Holy Fires, she was beautiful.
He squeezed her shoulders. “I’m your master and I can punish you whenever I see fit. I can even spank you for my own pleasure if I wish.”
She huffed, and he bit back a grin. Their relationship had blossomed during the preceding days, a friendship growing between them. Edek didn’t have many friends, and it was a joy to have someone to talk to at the end of each day.
Of course, as their friendship deepened, the initial spark of sexual tension had ignited into a passion that threatened to drive him mad if it went unquenched.
Tonight was the night.
He would have her beneath him, on her hands and knees on the bed as he pounded into her swollen, wet center. He planned to drag it out though and enjoy the little human who trembled before him.
“Take off your nightdress, Betsy. You won’t be needing it.” He released her shoulders and stepped back, raising an eyebrow at her in warning.
She stared at him. “I-I don’t understand. You’ve never made me take my clothes off during a spanking before. Please, Master. Don’t make me do that.” Shuddering, she hugged her waist.
“The longer you delay removing your nightdress, the longer and harder I’ll spank you, Betsy. Take. It. Off. Now.” His last four words came out as a growl, and he crossed his arms in a show of disapproval.
The scent of her fear and arousal mingled in the air, heating his blood and accelerating his heartbeat.
She hesitated and stared at her feet for a long moment. Finally, she reached for the bottom of her nightdress, drawing the fabric up to slowly pull the garment off. She held it in front of her like a shield, but he grabbed it away.
“Panties next.”
She sucked in a shaky breath but soon obeyed, pushing her panties down her legs and stepping out of them. He plucked them from her hand.
The tips of her firm breasts tightened into perfect dark pink peaks. He threw the nightdress and panties aside and moved around her, taking a seat on the bed. She peered over her shoulder at him, dread filling her features even as her arousal grew. He licked his lips, dying to taste her. But that would come later.
He patted his thigh and spread his legs. “Come stand right here, Betsy.”
She obeyed, her feet shuffling as she took her place—the place he liked to make her stand as he scolded her for being naughty.
He drank in her beauty, appreciating her smooth skin and curvy body. Especially her breasts. Reaching up, he tweaked one nipple, twisting it and reveling in the little gasp his touch drew from her full, pouty lips. He paid the same attention to her other nipple, squeezing until she whimpered and shuddered.
With amusement, he noted she’d clamped her thighs together.
Trailing a hand down her stomach, he reached her sex and dipped a finger into her moisture, touching her for the first time.
So slick and hot.
Maybe he was a bastard for touching her right now; she hadn’t explicitly given her permission. But he continued stroking her and watched her reactions, waiting to see if she would resist. She didn’t. She just trembled as the occasional whimper left her throat. Her moisture practically gushed over his hand, her arousal increasing with each precise caress.
“Spread your legs apart, Betsy.”
Her eyes went wide, and she shook her head. “I can’t.”
He almost paused stroking her, but he couldn’t seem to tear his hand away. She was so wet, so clearly aroused. He couldn’t leave her wanting, nor could he leave himself wanting. Not for anotherfluxxingrotation.
“Yes, you can, and you will. Spread those legs and show me that pussy of yours.” The flushing of her cheeks told him he’d used the correct terminology. He’d been brushing up on his English during the last few days. “Do you want a strapping, Betsy?”
Again, she shook her head, but this time she acquiesced and spread her legs. Edek swirled his finger deeper in her swollen crevice, delighting in the smooth folds that hid an even sweeter center.
“You’re perfectly smooth down here, Betsy. I wasn’t expecting that.” Humans had hair in weird places, or so he’d thought. It had been a while since he’d paid attention to one of his men bragging about bedding a human woman at an outpost.
