Page 19 of Kameer's Mate
I whimper with need as he gathers moisture from my core and slowly spreads it over this pulsating area. A wave of dizziness sweeps over me, and a strangled noise emits from my throat.
Why hasn’t he started spanking me yet?
Why must he torment me so first?
Yes, his touch is pleasurable—it’s making my toes curl—but it’s also agony because there’s no end.
As he strokes, the euphoria builds and builds, but then he retracts his hand, and I’m left hanging and wretchedly unsatisfied.
With a desolate groan, I try to undulate my hips, but I still can’t move easily in this shameful position. My only respite comes from the steady vibrations beneath my center that seem, oddly enough, to be coming from his pants. I attempt to press my core more firmly to Kameer’s crotch, but again, it’s difficult when my feet can’t find purchase on the floor.
He chuckles darkly and resumes caressing my cheeks. “Don’t fret, my little mate. I’ll make sure you climax at least a dozen times before the night is through. But first, there’s the matter ofyour punishment.” His hand leaves my bottom. “Remember that I expect your obedience at all times, Mandy, and I won’t hesitate to impose discipline when you’re rebellious.”
He brings his flattened palm down across my bottom with a resounding crack. I gasp at the stinging pain. Oh, it’s so much worse than I expected. Before I can draw my next breath, he strikes me again, this slap harder than the first.
Panic sets in and I struggle. I grasp at the bedcovers and try to pull myself off his lap. But he’s quick to drape his free leg atop my flailing ones, then maneuvers my hands to the small of my back where he holds them down firmly.
My heart hammers in my chest. There’s truly no escape. His strength surpasses mine, and he seems very determined to make an impression on me. Determined to teach me a lesson.
He alternates smacking my bottom cheeks, moving from the left one to the right and back again, quick firm slaps that build into a blazing sting that I’m desperate to escape.
Oh, how I want it to end.
Frantic pleas linger on the tip of my tongue. I want to scream and beg him to stop. I want to promise to never defy him again.
Regret swells within me. True regret. Why didn’t I obey him? He only asked me to remove my panties and hand them over. What was so difficult about that?
Oh, right. My pride. My stupid pride.
I’d wanted to make a point and teach Kameer that he couldn’t boss me around. But given my current predicament, it’s safe to say he can boss me around.
He’s bigger than me, stronger than me, and if I don’t listen, he’ll punish me in the most embarrassing ways imaginable.
To my frustration, as the sting continues to build alongside my shame, warm pulses affect my core. The sensitive button in my nether area also throbs with need.
The vibrations coming from his pants are maddening, yet I can’t help but try to press my center against his crotch. I also can’t help but clench my bottom cheeks each time I anticipate a blow, though it does little, if anything, to alleviate the scorching fire he’s ignited upon my flesh.
Smack smack smack!Tears burn in my eyes, and I’m not certain I can take much more. The prospect of breaking down is unnerving. I don’t want him to see me cry, and I blink fast and try to control my emotions.
To my confusion, a wave of surrender suddenly washes over me, and I find myself yearning to please Kameer, as well as yearning for his forgiveness. I’m also ashamed for disobeying him, and if I’m being honest, for testing him.
As though sensing the abrupt change in my mindset, he pauses and rubs my tenderized bottom. “Are you learning anything from this, pretty human?”
“Yes. Please, that’s enough. I am sorry.” It’s true. I am sorry. I can’t explain why or how, but remorse continues building inside me, and the waves of submission come stronger, causing a strange peacefulness to permeate me. I grow still over his lap, and somehow, I believe he’s pleased by my surrender.
“I hope you’re being honest.” He lifts his hand from my bottom, and I tense, thinking he’s about to resume spanking. But then he splays my ass cheeks apart, spreading my pussy wide yet again.
His sudden growl nearly startles me, and the vibrations coming from his pants increase. The hardness in his pants also becomes… harder. Larger. Quivers rush through me as I think about what it could mean.
“Fluxx, pretty human, you are so drenched, so slick and swollen. Your clit is engorged too.” He flicks that extra sensitive part of my nether area, which is apparently called aclit. I cryout as the pleasure spirals outward from my center, sending shockwaves of heated tingles throughout my body.
I’m about to plead for his touch, about to ask him to stroke my slick folds and rub moisture over my clit again, but before I can draw in my next breath, he resumes swatting my bottom. The sting instantly spreads, another relentless inferno of heat.
Though the pain is worse this time around, I’m better able to remain still and accept the blows. I’m no longer clenching my cheeks or trying to squirm away from the punishing smacks.
I lean into the feelings of submission as well as my growing desire to please Kameer, even if I don’t understand it. He’s going to be my mate, my husband, and he expects me to be an obedient wife. I mustn’t forget his nature, just as I mustn’t forget his expectations for me.
Finally, just when I think I cannot take any more, he stops spanking, lifts me in his arms, and sets me upright on his lap. It’s over. I think it’s over. Relief fills me.
