Page 117 of Kiss of Ice

Instinctively, she started to suck in her stomach, then remembered herself. She didn’t need to hide with Kam. She didn’t need to be worried that he wouldn’t find her attractive, she knew beyond doubt that he did.

The thought rushed through her joyfully and she relaxed, allowing him to kiss the soft curve of her belly without the slightest embarrassment.

But her momentary hesitation hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“Lady Morenna, I told you what would happen if you did that again,” he said sternly. “Now I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you.”

Ren backed away, laughing.

“Nice try. If you think for one minute I’m going to let you spank me…!”

“You’ve brought it on yourself, my queen. Now get your chubby bottom over here.”

“Chubby?” she said indignantly.

“Adorablychubby.” His eyes glittered. “Come here, Ren. I won’t ask again.”

Her breath quickened. He was serious?

“Don’t even think about it,” she warned, wagging her finger at him. She squeaked as a loop of light curled round her waist and lifted her bodily, depositing her face down across his lap. Kam pushed the robe up past her hips to expose her peachy backside.

“Chubby, kissable, smackable,” he said, running his hand over it. “So delightfully smackable.” Then he brought his palm down sharply on one cheek.

Ren yelped as she felt the impact. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was certainly enough to leave an imprint.

“Three to begin with I think,” he murmured.

“Kamran bin Mazhab, don’t you dare! Oh…” She inhaled as he spanked her twice more, once to each buttock. Her pale skin pinkened.

Ren tried to be outraged but she couldn’t help squirming. The combination of her submissive position over his knee coupled with the gentle discipline he was meting out was having an unexpected effect on her.

She was deeply, intensely aroused.

“Have you had enough, my sweet?” asked Kam. “Or do you need to be punished some more?”

He caressed her bottom, letting his fingers dip to her cleft and trail over the puffy lips of her sex. She whimpered softly.

“I need to be spanked again, your Majesty.”

“Very well,” he said sternly. “But if I find the spanking has made you wet, there will be consequences.”

He delivered six more slaps to her cheeks. With each blow, Ren’s excitement grew until she was writhing on his lap. Her nipples were achingly stiff and a pulse throbbed urgently between her legs. When Kam stroked her there again, he discovered she was drenched. Her slickness coated his fingers.

“Gods, yes, “ she panted. “Keep touching me there, Kam. Please keep touching me there.”

“Only if you’re a very good girl,” he said softly. “On the rug, my queen. Elbows and knees. I want your beautiful rump in the air.”

Dizzy with lust, Ren slid off Kam’s lap and positioned herself as he asked. The thick fur of the rug grazed her nipples as she fell forward onto her forearms, leaving her backside high. The posture was both humiliating and acutely sensual.

Kam knelt behind her and released himself from his clothing. His shaft was a steel rod and he wanted nothing more than to slide into her inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. But he forced himself to slow down.

With Ren, it was never just a question of slaking his desires. He wanted – needed – her to enjoy it too. He trailed his hand down her spine, feeling her tremble. He smacked her rump again for good measure, and she moaned softly.

Then he stroked her inner thighs, coating his fingers in the moisture which had accumulated there. She shifted, bringing her dripping slit closer to his wandering hand. He chuckled.

“Is this what you want?” He slid a digit into her velvet lips, then another, revelling in her creamy wetness. Gods, she was like a furnace. He was careful not to touch her pleasure spot directly, wanting to keep her on the brink of climax.

Ren was caught in a maelstrom of sensations. She was insanely turned on, first by the spanking, now by his fingers moving inside her. Her hips undulated uncontrollably. She was fast approaching the point of no return, yet she didn’t want it to end.

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