Page 41 of Tavarr's Mate
The moment the remnants of my illicit pleasure fade, my shame over defying Tavarr deepens.
I take a deep breath and open my eyes, only to gasp loud when my gaze locks with dark angry eyes.
Oh God.
Tavarr has returned home early.
How long has he been standing there, watching me disobey?
I straighten and yank the covers up to my neck, as if I can hide the naughtiness I’d just committed. “Tavarr, I…” My voice trails off and my mouth goes dry.
He appears livid, his muscles tensed and his nostrils flared, his eyes impossibly dark, with barely a hint of purple.
My tummy flips over and over again as he approaches the bed with slow predatory grace. I tremble so hard I drop the covers, and they fall to my waist and expose my bare breasts to his gaze. My lower lip quivers and my throat tightens with emotion.
What had I been thinking? Why had I disobeyed my mate? The flicker of disappointment I detect in his visage, beneath the flames of his anger, fills me with regret so heavy each breath becomes a struggle.
The desire to make amends rises above my fear over my impending punishment. I know Tavarr is going to spank me. Turn me over his knee and smack my bare ass cheeks.
My heart pounds faster and I crawl off the bed and approach him, my head bowed in submission and acceptance. I’m not going to argue. I’ll submit to whatever chastisement my mate deems necessary.
Months ago, if someone had told me I would willingly accept a spanking from a Kleaxian, I would have thought they were lying. But even though I’m nervous about the actual spanking—it will surely be embarrassing and painful—I trust Tavarr completely.
He tips my chin up, forcing me to meet his steely glare. “How dare you touch what belongs to me, Katrina,” he says in a tone sharp enough to cut steel. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper. “I-I know I disobeyed you, Tavarr. I-I had some naughty dreams and then after I awoke I started thinking about what, um, happened between us last night, and before I knew what I was doing, I-I was touching my-myself.” My lip trembles again, and I gasp when he reaches down and cups my shamefully wet pussy hard.
“I came home early to see if you wanted to accompany me to the marketplace to search for books for your libraries, only to find you debasing yourself and touching what fucking belongs to me.” His deep tone vibrates with carefully controlled rage. He’s furious with me, but he’s holding back. He’s not yelling, and he’s not flying into a blind fury and beating me senseless.
I knew exactly what would happen if he discovered I’d touched myself, yet I’d done so anyway. Deep down, I know I deserve every smack he plans to give me.
My bottom tingles and my blood heats, my arousal quickening between my thighs despite my embarrassment and nervousness over what’s about to occur.
He grabs my hand and leads me back to the bed. After sitting down on the edge, he stands me between his spread legs and gives me a scolding look.
“What did I say would happen if you broke a rule, Katrina?” He arches an eyebrow and his jaw clenches as he awaits my response.
“A-a spanking. You said I would get a spanking.”
“That’s right, sweet human. I said you would go over my knee for a hard spanking on your bare bottom, isn’t that correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
Without another word, he turns me over his knee, positioning my bottom high in the air and forcing my legs slightly apart. My face flushes because I know the evidence of my waywardness—my sopping wet pussy—is on display.
He dips a hand in my moisture and makes a tsking noise. “This is naughty, Katrina. Very, very naughty. You ought to be ashamed of yourself for not being able to control your urges.”
I am ashamed. So deeply ashamed. I wish I could turn back time and simply crawl out of bed and get dressed, rather than reaching under the covers to pleasure myself while my mate watches unbeknownst to me.
He withdraws his hand from my pussy and cups my bottom. “This is going to hurt, and you’re probably going to cry, Katrina, but it’s necessary. I will not abide a disobedient mate.”
“I-I under-understand,” I stammer, my heart hammering in my ears.
He gives my ass a squeeze. “I’m only using my hand, and I’m only striking your bottom. It will definitely hurt, and your bottom will be a bright shade of red by the time I’m finished chastising you, but I promise to leave no bruises, sweet human. I may take you to the edge of tolerance, but I will not give you more than you can handle,” he says in a suddenly gentle tone, and my insides warm because, even though he’s upset with me, he’s still offering me comfort and trying to quell my possible fears. He doesn’t want me panicking, and though he won’t say it aloud, he doesn’t want me equating him to his brother in this moment.
“Thank you, sir,” I whisper, tears already coating my face. The embarrassment of my current predicament coupled with Tavarr’s reassuring words has caused a rift of emotion to erupt from within, and I sniffle as more tears fall.
He raises his hand and brings his flattened palm down sharply on my left cheek, then before the sting has time to register, he’s already struck my right cheek. I squirm and gasp as he continues, smacking my behind and alternating sides, leaving no area of my bottom unpunished.
