Page 128 of Immortal Bastard

“I’m your mate.”

“Again, not synonymous with authority. Do you agree to my terms or not?”

It was clear he didn’t agree with her philosophies for total equality, but he was learning how to compromise. “Yes. I want your absolute submission in this.”

She met his stare and sensed the thought of such an act aroused him greatly. Dropping the sheet, she crawled to him. “You have it.”

His nostrils flared as his pupils darkened. “Lie down.”

He shifted to the edge of the bed and she stood, folding her body over his lap so her hands and feet touched the floor. “Like this?”

His hand softly caressed the curve of her ass. “Yes.”

Blood rushed to her head as she waited, but he didn’t do more than lightly caress her. “Did you change your mind?”

“Quiet.”

She shut her mouth, unsure what was taking so long. The scent of his arousal filled the room, but he seemed to be having some sort of moral dilemma.

“Would it help if I told you my pussy’s wet?” She flinched when his palm slammed down on her ass with astounding accuracy. “Jesus!” Another slap and her shoulders tensed. She grunted. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

Her searing flesh burned as if a hundred bees stung her. He soothed the sore area with his palm, rubbing softly only to scrape over the sensitive skin with his nails.

“Ah!” When she reflexively squirmed, he pressed a stilling hand on her back and wedged his fingers between her thighs, pressing into her wet slit. She went completely still.

“You like this,” he said, withdrawing his fingers only to smack her again. “Why?”

She flinched and tensed then groaned, not necessarily enjoying the pain but finding something about the process satisfying. “Maybe it has something to do with the fact that your cock’s stabbing me in the stomach. Ah!”

Three hard swats rained over her reddened flesh. “You’re purposefully baiting me.”

“Am I?”

She spread her legs only to have him slap her pussy. “This isn’t for your pleasure, Delilah.”

“I’m sorry?” She wiggled her ass and he slapped it again. Hard.

Her breath labored, and she swallowed and tried to regain her composure. She was aroused, but her eyes were also tearing. “I’m sorry,” she said, chastised and sincere. “I’ll stop.”

Closing her eyes, she centered her mind and loosened her muscles. It hurt less if she didn’t tense. Several more slaps came down, each one adding to the building burn in her backside. Tears reflexively flowed from her eyes, and her breath caught every single time he slammed his palm down on her tenderized skin, but she didn’t ask him to stop.

In a way, he was right. The longer it went on, the more at rest she felt. When the spanking finally concluded, a literal noise filled her head. Her pliant body gelled together in such a fragile way she was afraid to move.

Christian’s heavy breathing clocked the silence like a metronome. The scent of his arousal thickened the air. He scored his nails over her sore flesh, and she twitched, sucking in a shaky breath. But she didn’t curse.

Instead, she swallowed tightly and shocked them both as she said, “Thank you.”

“Come here.” The air tightened and he pulled her fully onto his lap, arranging her legs so she straddled him.

Her face naturally tucked into his neck as she hugged him tightly and let out a stammering breath. He massaged the sore muscles of her arms and legs, whispering soft words of praise.

“That was a stunning show of submission, pintura. You’ve pleased me greatly.”

She nuzzled deeper, needing his comfort and wanting his arms around her. He’d softened her in ways she hadn’t thought possible. Dormant parts of her psyche had opened in the process and her thoughts were no longer clouded.

She felt…purified. Clean and innocent. Blameless. But also delicate and in need of his sheltering strength.

The fear of judgement disappeared. She could say anything to him in that moment, certain he would protect and cherish her no matter what. How could she feel all of that after he spanked her?

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