Page 18 of Kameer's Mate
He must be jesting.He must.
That’s what I tell myself as I back away while shaking my head. “No.” I press my thighs together and feel the wetness that’s gathered in my panties, and shame heats me all over.
Beyond my desire to make Kameer understand that he can’t get away with ordering me around, I can’t fathom handing the undergarment over to him. Am I picking a weird hill to die upon? Maybe. But I lift my chin and hold his gaze with an air of challenge that helps settle some of my nerves.
This, this is the attitude I should’ve given Ned when he said my job embarrassed him.
Speaking of Ned, I pray Kameer had nothing to do with his death. I pray the elderly Founder truly passed from natural causes. God help me if I’m having a panty standoff with someone who committed murder just a few hours ago.
My bravery wavers a bit as the huge Darrvason comes closer, until he has me backed into a wall. He places his hands on either side of me, blocking me in. Then he leans down and drags his nose along my collarbone and neck, taking deep inhales. Hiscalm silence intimidates me more than I would like to admit, but I try to keep my chin lifted high as I stare straight ahead while he takes his time smelling me.
Without warning, he starts hauling me toward the bed. My heart races with panic, and I try to pull out of his hold, but he’s gripping me too tightly.
There’s no escape.
My anxiety deepens, and the last of my courage flees.
“Wait!” I blurt. “I’m sorry. I’ll do it. I’ll remove my panties and hand them over.”
“Too late, pretty human.” He sits on the bed and guides me to stand between his spread legs. He’s so large that even when he’s seated, we’re at eye level. I gulp as I notice the impressive span of his shoulders and the thickness of his arms. His form-fitting, long-sleeve shirt accentuates his muscles, displaying his strength.
How could I ever hope to win a fight against him?
A sense of helplessness descends, and I feel vulnerable and chastised as he gives me a severe look. A scolding look.
I’m starting to believe he truly intends to punish me, and a quiver races across my bottom cheeks.
How badly will it hurt?
“A Darrvason male is his mate’s master, and females are expected to obey their husband’s every command. Males are meant to lead, guide, and protect, while females are meant to follow, trust, and submit.”
“I-I’m not a Darrvason,” I whisper in a pleading tone. “I’m not accustomed to your ways. Please, give me one more chance.” I reach for the waistband of my panties, but he grasps my wrists and forces my arms down.
“I gave you ample time to obey, Mandy, and you chose not to.” His tone is strangely gentle considering he’s about to inflict pain on me, and I’m not sure what to think about his calmdemeanor as he explains my misdeeds and the consequences I’m facing. “Due to your continued defiance, you’ve earned a punishment, and it’s my hope that you will learn something from the experience, which is certain to be painful and humiliating for you. But perhaps the next time I issue an order, you will be faster to comply.”
My mouth goes dry as he guides me over one of his knees. Stunned disbelief radiates through me, but so does a heated wave of shame.
He’s about to spank me.
Though he hasn’t struck me yet, the embarrassment of being draped over his knee is sobering. Already, I’m reconsidering my plans to resist his domineering ways. Honestly, what was I thinking?
He cups my ass over my panties, then commences rubbing my cheeks. Shaky breaths leave me as I clutch the bedcovers. I shouldn’t enjoy his touch when he’s preparing to hurt me, but it’s all I can do to keep from moaning.
Without warning, he rips my panties off in one quick motion. The sound of fabric being shredded briefly fills my ears, and a second later it’s replaced by the rapid beating of my pulse. Though it’s not cold in the room, I feel a blast of coolness stroke my most private places.
To my utter mortification, he nudges my thighs apart and readjusts me in such a way that I can’t easily close my legs, especially with my feet dangling above the floor. Exposed. My nether parts are fully exposed to his gaze.
How long will he spank me?
Nerves skitter through me as he starts caressing my cheeks again, this time without the protection of my panties. I’m ever aware that my thighs are spread wide.
He can seeeverything.
I know he’s looking. I can feel his eyes raking over my slick folds like a physical caress. My awareness of his rapt focus causes more goosebumps to rise all over my body, and a spasm of heat clenches in my core.
He stops rubbing and takes a cheek in each hand, then spreads me shamefully wide. I gasp and squirm on his lap, only to feel the growing hardness of the bulge in his pants. His cocks. Why do they feel so hard? Why do I detect a steady vibration beneath my center?
“So slick and pink and perfect.” He rearranges his hold on my cheeks and keeps me splayed open with one hand. Then he delves his other hand between my thighs to tap at my sensitive button.
