Page 12 of Claiming Their Slave
Chapter Four
“Spread your thighs wider, little human, and let me look upon you.”
Ava didn’t know what had come over her, but Jaxon’s deep voice compelled her to obey. She inched her thighs further apart, knowing he would likely glimpse the increasing wetness of her cunny. Before she’d taken her dress off, she’d felt the telltale moisture of her arousal rubbing between her legs. She’d pleasured herself a few times before, in the dark, but she had never quite gotten it right. She’d moved her fingers back and forth over an especially sensitive part of her, feeling as if she were chasing an explosion of pleasure she couldn’t quite reach. It felt nice, deliciously so, but she had always gone to bed frustrated.
Did Jaxon know how to make the throbbing stop? Could he give her the blast of ecstasy she was so sure rested beyond the precipice of her persistent aching? The hardness of his cock pressed on her lower stomach, and she couldn’t resist the urge to wiggle over it.
“Careful, little human,” he scolded, “or you might find yourself getting more than you asked for.”
She wasn’t certain she understood. She didn’t know how husbands and wives came together, but she knew it produced babies. She knew the man had to at least touch the woman’s cunny. She’d heard that men shoved their cocks between a woman’s thighs, but she didn’t know if that was true. As much as some of the women at the well gossiped, she could never be sure what was truth and what wasn’t.
Still, the idea of Jaxon’s hardness pushing into her cunny left her drenched with longing. How intimate it would be to accept part of him inside her. But would that make her his wife, if he claimed her in that way? She was his slave, and she still didn’t know if he already had a mate. Sorrow enveloped her at the thought of a Banded female waiting for him at home, but she quickly forgot about her sadness when he cupped her right ass cheek and squeezed.
“It was quite naughty of you to run away, little human. Now you’re over your master’s knee, about to get a hard spanking on your bare bottom, aren’t you?”
She gulped hard. “Ye-yes, Ma-Master.”
“I want you to be a good girl and accept this punishment. You deserve every smack I plan to give you, and you’ll be very sore once your spanking is over. I imagine this cute little behind of yours will be a bright shade of pink by the time I’m finished.”
She tried to reply with anotheryes, Master, but her voice became stuck in her dry throat. She instead lowered her head and braced herself for the onslaught of blows. If he hurt her especially badly, perhaps she would be able to finally summon hatred for him, or even a small amount of dislike. But she secretly hoped he only took her to the edge of tolerance, then stopped and told her all was forgiven. She hated that she’d displeased him and desperately wanted to be back in his good graces. Odd, she never thought she’d care so much about pleasing a master.
The first swat landed, and she gasped at the sudden sting. Before she had time to catch her breath, his flattened palm struck her again. He spanked her quickly, alternating cheeks as he punished. Shame made her go hot all over. She was squirming slightly, which probably gave him a better view of the area between her thighs. She tried very hard to stay completely still, but it was difficult not to flinch with each rapid impact of his hand to her flaming behind.
The sting spread, rapidly so, the pain coalescing with the desire that throbbed deep within her womanly core. Jaxon left no area of her bottom unpunished, and he even laid into the tops of her thighs, as well as the spot of sensitive flesh where her buttocks and thighs met. Oh, the pain. She soon gave up trying not to cry, letting her tears flow freely. She sniffled and sobbed harder, truly repentant for having disobeyed her new master. She could have at least given him a chance before running off like she had.
Now he wouldn’t trust her. Even if he did turn out to be a cruel master, he likely wouldn’t allow her the chance to escape. He would probably put the leash around her neck and drag her back to his homestead. He would probably tie her up at night to keep her from running off again. Her heart ached, because as much as she wanted an excuse to hate him, finding out he had a cruel streak would leave her gutted.
He’d saved her from Thomas. He’d saved her from a life of being bred and losing child after child to the slave market. He’d made her shoes. He’d given her water. He’d fed her.
Her tears fell faster and her chest heaved with her sobs. Maybe she should hold off on judging Jaxon. Thus far, he had proven himself different from all the other masters in her village.
Finally, he ceased spanking her. But he didn’t immediately allow her to get up. Instead, he held her in place over his knee and rubbed her seared bottom cheeks. As her cries abated and she calmed down further and further, she became aware of his hands moving closer to her cunny.
She froze, but didn’t try to clamp her thighs together.
He drew one finger along her intimate folds, and she shuddered and arched herself into his touch. She couldn’t help it.
“I know you are wet and aching here, Ava. Do you want me to help you feel better?”
She peered over her shoulder at him, considering. His gaze, still stern, made her aching deepen all the more.
“If you sayno, I will stop immediately,” he said.
She took a deep breath and said, “Please, Master, don’t stop,” before returning her head to rest against his thigh and offering her center up to his gentle ministrations.
He stroked through her wetness and rubbed her moisture over the sensitive nubbin she’d often stroked herself, only to fall asleep frustrated because she couldn’t reach the end of whatever it was she was doing. After rubbing over this throbbing button, he moved his fingers to the entrance of her cunny.
“Are you indeed a virgin, Ava?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Well then, I promise I shall be gentle with you. At least this time.”
Before she could ask what he meant, he pushed two—or was it three?—thick fingers into her tight entrance and began pumping them in and out. The friction of this movement was blindingly wondrous. Dark spots dotted her vision, and she undulated her hips in tune with those thrusts. He wasn’t driving deep into her though, and she found herself wishing he would go harder and faster and deeper. But she kept her thoughts to herself and let the blissful sensations wash over her.Oh, yes. Yes yes yes.
She moaned and felt her inhibitions melt away under the pulses of ecstasy that built to a crescendo of white-hot pleasure. While still pumping in and out of her cunny, he swirled another finger over her swollen nubbin, and she cried out as a wave of delicious sensation crashed over her and left her panting for air. She collapsed over his knee, breathless and quaking in the aftermath of some unknown liberation.
“Have you ever had an orgasm before, little human? A release?”
