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“Naughty little human,” he said, striking the curve where her bottom met her thighs repeatedly, which caused her to howl. “I know how wet you’re becoming. I can smell it with each inhale I take, and I can also see the glimmer of your arousal coating those pink nether lips of yours. You can’t hide it from me.”
She whimpered again, her face burning with embarrassment.
She glanced into the mirror, and the sight of General Zamek standing tall and confident behind her as he methodically spanked her, his expression set in lines of firm resolve, didn’t help with her predicament.
The determined look on his handsome face sent a delicious shudder through her, and the aching in her core increased, until she felt the wetness of her arousal slipping down her thigh.
Finally, the general’s hand stilled, and he caressed her heated bottom, moving from cheek to cheek and mercifully rubbing out the sting. Well, rubbing outsomeof the sting. She doubted the discomfort would fade anytime soon.
When his fingers delved between her folds, she stiffened at first but soon surrendered to his deft ministrations as he rubbed her moisture over her clit.
“I know this is difficult for you, human,” he said, “but you must learn to obey me, and to trust me. I’m not putting the manacles on you to be cruel. I don’t want to put them on you, Layla, I truly don’t, but it’s the safest way to walk you to the hangar and then through Sumlin on our way to the slave office.”
As he spoke, he continued spreading her wetness over her pulsing nub, causing heated waves to assail her core. She whimpered and jerked her center against his probing hand. Oh God. She was close, so close.
“I’m sorry!” she blurted, shame surging inside her. “I-I’ll try to obey you, I will, but I’ll never stop longing for freedom. I don’t want to be a slave and I don’t want to be a whore.”
“You’re not a whore,” he said in a firm tone, giving her clit a chastising pinch. “You’re my mistress.”
“Potato, potahhhto,” she said, switching to English.
“What does that mean?” He caught her gaze in the mirror.
“It means whore and mistress are basically the same thing.”
“No,” he said, driving her closer to the edge. “You’re wrong.”
She pressed her lips together. Her bottom still throbbed terribly, and she didn’t want to risk further punishment.
“Come for me, human,” he said, swirling faster over her clit. “Come for me while you’re bent over with your red, freshly spanked bottom on display.”
His words pushed her over the edge, and she cried out as a powerful climax descended upon her, stealing her breath and making her toes curl in her sandals.
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Zamek stared down at Layla,aching to sink inside her. His cock swelled in his pants and his balls drew up tight. A growl caught in his throat. He still couldn’t believe she’d not only run from him, but locked him out of the bathroom too.
“May-may I get up now, General? Please?”
“Not yet.” He stood back and inspected her spanked cheeks. He’d turned her flesh a deep shade of pink, and he groaned at the sight of her nether lips, swollen and gleaming with her essence. She might not have enjoyed the pain of the spanking, but her body had responded to his firm discipline.
Desire surged through him and he guided her out of the bathroom and straight for the bed. Her steps were slow and awkward, as her leggings and panties were tangled around her knees, and her dress was still pushed up around her waist.
He released her and gave her an expectant look as he freed his cock from his pants. She flushed but quickly took position, bending herself over the bed and lifting her bottom high. Spreading her thighs apart, as best she could with the leggings tangled about her knees, she arched her back more, presenting herself to be mounted.
Growls rumbled from his chest and his need soared.
Locking his fingers in her hair, he jerked her head back and leaned over her, placing his lips at her ear. “Brace yourself, human. I’m not feeling particularly merciful at the moment.”
He grabbed her bottom cheeks, forcing her center to spread more, until her pussy and ass were stretched wide, revealing all her feminine charms to his gaze.
He slammed into her and rode her fast, claiming her with all the passion surging through him.Mine. You’re mine, human. I won’t let you go.
Whimpers and moans drifted up from her, and she clutched the covers until her knuckles turned white.
She stiffened and then jerked her center against him, a guttural cry escaping her as her insides clamped down on his cock, another release rushing through her.
The feel of her pussy contracting around his shaft made him roar, and his own release followed soon after. He pumped into her with rough movements, filling her with his seed, marking her as his.
