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Sweet,obedient,andsubmissive, I remind myself.
Why is it so hard?
Why do I keep fighting the pervasive urge to please him?
“Tell me why you’re about to be punished, Thalia. You said you understood. So, tell me.” He drops his hand from my chin, only to nudge it between my thighs and stroke my wet slit, barely grazing my swollen nubbin. “I want to ensure you understand why you’re about to get a spanking.” He continues touching my nether lips with feather soft caresses, and it’s all I can do to keep from bucking my center forward when his fingers briefly stroke my clit.
I lower my head with a whimper. Defeat flows over me. I have no choice. If I want to avoid extra punishment, I must give him my full cooperation. “You’re going to spank me because… because I talked back to you. I also resisted your touch and didn’t follow your orders quickly. And I, um, let go of my bottom cheeks when I was supposed to remain spread.” My face flames as I confess this last bit of naughtiness, the misbehavior that sealed my fate. The final straw.
He makes a satisfied noise in his throat. “Very good, Thalia. You only forgot one thing—you tried to stand up during your frisking. That was quite naughty of you. I ordered you to remain bent over the bed, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Emperor.” It feels weird to call him by his title when I’m about to become his mate, but he hasn’t yet told me otherwise. I wonder if he’ll ever instruct me to address him by his first name. If he’ll ever allow any informality between us.
He draws moisture from my core onto the outside of my folds, holding my gaze as he fondles me. As he coaxes more wetness to gather.
My clit is throbbing so hard, I’m tempted to reach down and touch it, tempted to rub circles over it.
In my dreams, he always made me shatter as he stroked my pulsing button. Will reaching a climax feel just as delicious in real life? God, I hope so.
Wait. No, I don’t. I don’t want this. I don’t want…
Fuck. I emit a needy whimper, and my hips jerk forward.
“You are soaking wet, little empress.” He places a finger on my clit, but instead of rubbing, he taps it lightly. The taps are so infuriatingly gentle, tears of frustration burn in my eyes.
A single word rests on the tip of my tongue.
Please.
God, how I wish he would press down on my clit and rub it. A few strokes and I’m certain I would climax. I would soar through the stars. Not that I’ve ever had an orgasm in real life, but I’m so on edge I can’t imagine not shattering.
Whimpers keep drifting from me, and my center keeps jerking forward. Yet he only taps at my most sensitive spot. A teasing barely-there caress.
I open my eyes, unsure of when I’d closed them, and find him staring directly at me, his gaze heated, his nostrils flaring. He retracts his hand from my nether lips and his face hardens. He guides me over his knee and situates my bottom high in the air. My breath catches as he forces my thighs wide apart.
Exposed. Once again, I’m fully exposed to his gaze, and my face heats for the umpteenth time because I know my center is drenched with excitement.
My excitement for the overbearing alien male who plans to punish me, then claim me like the savage he is.
Breed me. My heart lurches. He wants to breed me the old-fashioned way. He wants to spill his seed in my depths and impregnate me.
“Time for your spanking, little spy.” He cups my bottom. “I hope you learn something from the thrashing I’m about to give you. I hope you’ll think twice before you rebel against me in the future. Because I promise you this—each and every time you defy me, or break a rule I give you, you’ll go over my knee just like this. Draped over my knee with your thighs parted wide and your glistening pink parts on display. And if you’ve been especially naughty, after I spank you with my hand, I’ll take a strap to your tender, already punished cheeks.”
His wordy speech both frightens and excites me. An hour ago, I would’ve been outraged as well, but the shock of his highhandedness is starting to wear off. I’m not sure why his words leave me quivering with need, but I flush as moisture trickles down my inner thigh.
He places his free leg atop mine, and I start as I realize he intends to hold me down. Hold me down and punish me for as long as he wishes. Will I be able to stand it? Tears are already brimming in my eyes and fuckkkk I really don’t want to break down sobbing in front of him. But what if I lose control?
He lifts his hand from my bottom and brings his flattened palm down across my cheeks with a resounding slap. The pain is as bad as in my dreams, and I cry out as he delivers a second blow, this one more searing than the first.
“You will not resist me.”Smack. “You will not argue with me or behave in a rebellious manner.”Smack smack. “You will act meek and obedient and behave as a proper empress.”Smack. “You are mine, Thalia, do you hear me?You are mine.”
The tears finally start flowing, but it’s not the pain of the spanking that causes me to break down. It’s his declaration that I’m his.
Chapter17
RADAKK
Thalia’sbottom glows bright pink under my hand. I give her twenty spanks in total, rapid but harsh blows as I scold her. She gasps and whimpers, sometimes crying out after a particularly severe slap. But once I reach twenty, I cease spanking her and commence rubbing her cheeks.
