Page 27 of Tavarr's Mate
“What happens if you are naughty and disregard my instructions, even in a small matter?” He scoops more water up onto my ass cheeks, as if he wants to keep my behind gleaming with the soapy water. My entire body heats with shame, because I’ve been a bad girl and I’m about to receive my first spanking, in a bathtub of all places. He’s going to smack my wet bottom.
“Um, if I’m naughty, I get punished,” I finally reply in a timid voice that I hardly recognize as my own.
“That’s correct, Katrina.” He lifts his hand from my backside. “You get a spanking on your bare bottom. If you happen to be in the bathtub when you disobey, you’ll have to receive your spanking on your barewetbottom.”
He brings his flattened palm down across my ass cheeks. I gasp and kick my feet in the water, but he’s still holding me down. I can’t escape. I must endure every swat. He strikes my ass again, but the sting isn’t too horrible. I’m more ashamed than anything. The next few slaps are harder and I wince with each blow.
“Just two more,” he says, then delivers them in quick succession.
I take a deep, steadying breath and blink rapidly, only to realize he didn’t make me cry. The punishment felt symbolic and structured, a reinforcement of our roles, me as his submissive mate, and him as my master.
He reaches for the soapy washcloth and starts rubbing it over my stinging cheeks. “Did you learn your lesson, sweet human?”
“Yes, sir. I am sorry for disobeying you.” As he dips the cloth into the water and returns it to my ass, a pulsing heat gathers in my core, tense and overwhelming. It becomes difficult to remain in position while he cleans me, when all I want to do is arch my ass against his hand and beg him to dip lower, to pay my aching pussy some attention.
Then I feel his finger at my tight pucker and I jerk forward, trying to escape.
“I intend to clean all of you, Katrina. Even this snug hole of yours. Are you going to let me inside, or must I redden your bottom cheeks a little more first?”
“I’ll be good, sir.”
My pulse races. His actions are both arousing and mortifying. No man has ever touched me there, and I’m beyond nervous. His fingers are large. Will it hurt? I guess I’m about to find out, whether I like it or not.
He traces my clenching anus with his digit before pressing forward and breaching my most secret entrance. I whimper and try hard to hold still while he pumps slowly into my tightness, bringing the warmth of the water inside. At first, the pressure is almost too much to handle, but soon I become accustomed to the intrusion. He sets a steady rhythm of driving his finger in and out of my ass.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here?”
I shake my head from side to side, unable to speak.
“Ah, well, this part of you won’t remain untouched for much longer, sweet human. I plan to fuck you here soon. I will purchase some anal plugs in varying sizes from the market today to help you become accustomed to an invasion larger than my finger. Your mouth, your pussy, and your tight little asshole all belong to me, and I plan to use all three of your holes often.”
His words cause a rush of moisture between my thighs, and I press back into his pumping digit. With his free hand, he reaches for my pussy lips and traces through my gathering wetness, a slickness that most definitely didn’t come from the bathwater.
“Spread your legs wider.”
The moment I comply, he shoves his hard cock deep into my core and starts fucking me with abandon, slamming into me while not slowing in his rapid thrusts into my ass.
A haze of desire consumes me. I meet his movements as best I can, arching my center against his cock and accepting each delicious plunge of his huge manhood. With his finger filling my bottom hole, my pussy feels tighter and I’m more sensitive to his fast, deep drives. His heavy balls impact upon my clit and it isn’t long before I’m screaming out my release, panting and gyrating beneath him as the water sloshes around us and splashes onto the floor.
After the last remnant of my orgasm fades, he remains submerged in my pussy but withdraws his finger slowly from my ass, taking a moment to rim my pucker before giving my bottom a sharp slap.
“Look at the mess you made on the floor, Katrina. Bad, bad girl.” This time, his scolding has the tone of dirty talk. He’s not really mad, but this display of faux sternness rekindles the flames of my desire nonetheless. “Such a naughty little girl you are, Katrina. I ought to teach you another lesson.” He grips my hips and commences fucking me as hard as the first time, when he’d lost control while claiming me on the bed.
My bones have turned to liquid by the time he comes inside me, spilling his seed deep in my pussy. I’m so exhausted from our exertions that I don’t even think of protesting when he takes the soapy cloth and cleans every inch of me, including between my legs. But even once I’m out of the tub and standing wrapped in a towel, I feel the trickle of his semen running down my inner thigh.
I flush and start wiping it off, but he grabs my hand and draws me against him, circling his arms around me and putting his lips to my ear. “As often as I plan to fuck you, sweet human, you’d better get used to the feel of my seed running down your legs.”
Chapter Sixteen
Tavarr leads me through the streets. I’m wearing a leash, but its slight weight on my neck doesn’t feel demeaning, not as I had imagined it would. Instead, I feel safe because it’s my mate—a Kleaxian male to whom I am bonded—holding the end of the leash. I walk obediently behind him, giving him a small smile whenever he looks over his shoulder at me.
My grin soon fades when he takes me into a shop that sells sex toys. I’m not an expert in Kleaxian culture by any means, but I know a dildo and a butt plug when I see one.
Or a few hundred of them.
I glance around the walls of the shop at the immense number of adult toys and gulp hard, hoping Tavarr doesn’t purchase anything too outlandish. Some of the contraptions here look like torture devices, with wires and tubes and flashing lights. I don’t dare inquire about the purpose of any of the odd-looking toys and try to keep my head down in a show of disinterest.
Tavarr speaks to the shopkeeper in his native tongue, and after a few minutes of looking over the walls and shelves, we exit the shop the proud new owners of a box of butt plugs in varying sizes and colors, as well as the largest bottle of lubrication I’ve ever seen.
