Page 29 of Tavarr's Mate
“Well, it-it’s your fault,” I say in an accusatory tone. I can’t deny the heat gathering in my loins, because that would be a lie and telling an untruth, even a small one, is against the rules. I flush at the knowledge of what will happen the next time I disobey Tavarr. He’ll likely scold me, turn me over his knee, lift my skirts, and then spank my bare bottom hard.
I exhale a sharp breath, and thankfully he releases my chin and allows me to escape his perceptive stare. Does he know I’m imagining his palm cracking across my ass cheeks right now? Does he realize how conflicted I feel over the prospect of punishment? I shouldn’t be squirming at the thought of enduring a spanking, and I most certainly shouldn’t be pressing my behind against my heels just to reinvigorate the sting from those ten quick smacks in the bathtub.
Tavarr gives my head one last stroke before helping me return to my seat. He sits across from me and says, “I’ll take you to lunch at a restaurant on the other side of the lake, and then we will return home.” His face turns serious. “Once we arrive home, you are to strip off that gown and remain naked for the rest of the day. I plan to claim you over and over again, until the moons rest low on the horizon and the rising sun is splintering through the trees. When I finally allow you to fall asleep, your pussy will be aching and dripping with my seed.”
Chapter Seventeen
A few days after Tavarr claimed me, we’re seated at the dining room table, enjoying a seafood dish with steamed vegetables that I’d helped Zell prepare earlier in the evening.
Normally, my mate is talkative over our meals, but tonight he’s quiet and his mood is tense. I quickly replay the events of the last few days in my head, to make sure I haven’t disobeyed any of his rules. But no. I’ve been on my best behavior, obeying every rule and following every command Tavarr has issued.
As I’m about to inquire if anything is wrong, he finally breaks the silence.
“Are you finished?”
“Yes,” I say, pushing back slightly from the table.
“Come here and get on your knees.” He beckons for me to rest on the floor beside his seat, and I’m quick to take up the position. He doesn’t make me kneel often, but when he does, it’s usually because he wants to explain something to me, or give me an order that he knows I’ll have difficulty following.
Or tell me to part my lips and accept his cock in my mouth.
He strokes my hair for a moment and sips his wine. The buzzing of the nighttime insects carries in with the warm breeze, bringing the scent of the recently bloomedhurnnatrees inside, the tall flowering trees that grow on the outskirts of the market and along the nearby walking paths in the woods.
I sigh and revel in Tavarr’s gentle touch, even though I suspect he’s about to order me naked, or perhaps he plans to fuck me over the dining room table. It wouldn’t be the first time he claimed me in a random location in the house.
Heat gathers in my core and my face flushes, anticipation quickening my breaths.
“Katrina, look at me.”
I meet his eyes to find his gaze dark and lustful. There’s no playfulness to his mood though, and I suspect he’s going to push my limits tonight. He’s mentioned possibly tying me up on the bed, or suspending me from restraints on the ceiling while he pounds into me. I’ve never done anything terribly kinky, and though I’m nervous at the prospect of being bound and at his complete mercy, I’m not truly afraid.
He’s my mate, and I trust him. When he bonded with me, he accepted all of me, and I in turn accepted all of him, our hearts joining in a wave of light.
“Is your pussy still sore from last night?”
I nod. “Yes, but only a little.”
He continues stroking my hair, and I lean further into his touch.
“Tonight, I am going to start training you with the plugs in your bottom hole.”
My heart pounds, and I clamp my lips together to keep from gasping aloud. I don’t want him to think I’m disagreeing.
“Once we are upstairs, you will remove your gown and bend over the bed with your legs slightly spread. Then you will reach back and part your ass cheeks as wide as you can. You will be a good little human and obediently present your tight private hole to me for training. Do you understand all I’ve just said? Failure to comply will result in a very hard spanking on your bare little behind.”
Breathless, I force myself to nod, though in my embarrassment, I can’t quite meet his eyes anymore. He places a finger beneath my chin and forces me to stare into his dark gaze. I swallow hard and fold my trembling hands together in front of me, in an effort to still my shaking.
He hasn’t touched my asshole since the time in the bathtub when he’d shoved a thick finger inside, and I can’t imagine taking one of the plugs, let alone his huge cock.
My pulse skitters. He has promised that eventually he will fuck me in the ass, and I wonder how long he will train my bottom hole until we reach that point.
How many times will I have to bend over and spread my ass cheeks wide to accept one of the plugs? How many times will I have to endure the shame of exposing my most private hole to his gaze?
“I expect an audible answer, sweet human. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Tavarr. I-I understand.”
“Good girl.” He rises to his feet and pulls me up. “Come, it’s time.”
