Page 9 of Claiming Their Slave
“Please spank me over my dress, Master. Please don’t make me take my clothes off.”
“You may keep your underclothes on during your spanking, Ava, but rest assured, I will be parting your drawers and applying my hand to your bare little bottom. In the future, if you put your own life in danger, you will be getting worse than a simple hand spanking. You’ll feel the sting of my belt or perhaps even a switch. Your safety is something I take very, very seriously.”
She paled but soon nodded and began unfastening the ties that held her raggedy dress together in the front. Jaxon planned to take her to a dressmaker soon and have a new wardrobe made for her. Knowing she’d had a difficult life, he wanted to carry her home, keep her safe, and shower her with presents to make up for all the hardship she’d suffered. But she needed more than pretty dresses and new shoes. She also needed to feel cared for, he reminded himself. In his mind, punishing her for putting herself in danger and disobeying him, in a fair but firm manner, would serve to show her how much he was starting to care for her. After her spanking was over, he planned to hold her and dry her tears, and he ached with longing to have her in his arms soon.
She pushed her dress down past her shoulders and stepped out of it. She clutched it in front of her for a moment, gave him a wary look, then tossed it on top of his sleeping mat. Now she stood in front of him wearing a thin chemise and an equally thin pair of drawers. Her hardening nipples poked through the thin material of her chemise, and he once again detected the pungent yet sweet aroma of her arousal. If he slipped a hand between her thighs, he was certain he’d discover her soaking wet.
“Look at me, Ava.”
She met his eyes, her face still pale.
“Tell me what you did wrong.”
Her breath hitched and she gave him a startled look, but she finally answered. “I ran away from you. And, I suppose I lied when I promised I wouldn’t try to escape.”
“What else?”
“I put myself in danger by running off in the forest alone.”
“Were you completely truthful about what you told me happened in the village today?” He guided her closer between his legs, so near he could feel the heat of her body through the material of his trousers. His cock hardened further. Punishing her without claiming her immediately after would be an exercise in self-control. He ached to claim her with every fiber of his being. Yes, the Goddess was definitely sending him a sign—Ava was the perfect mate for him and Wolfe.
Her face crumbled and she sniffled. “Please, forgive me, Master, but I wasn’t completely truthful. I did, in fact, have supplies hidden underneath my bed because I had been planning to escape my former master soon. The supplies weren’t there because he was starving me. That’s the only thing I lied to you about. I didn’t want you to know how much I longed to be free.”
“Thank you for your honesty, little human.” He guided her across one of his knees, bending her over it and placing his free leg atop hers. She shuddered in his hold and her breaths became ragged. “Hush now. Take a few deep breaths. This is going to hurt—it is a punishment, after all—but it is only a spanking. You can take it, Ava.”
She obeyed, inhaling several deep breaths. Her body relaxed, and he thought she fit perfectly over his knee. He was so much taller than her that her feet didn’t quite touch the ground. For the umpteenth time, a surge of protectiveness for this adorable little human coursed through him.
When she squirmed slightly, her lower stomach rubbed against his rigid length. She immediately stilled and gave a tiny gasp, revealing she’d detected his increasing erection. Well, she had better get used to it. Soon he would claim her. He didn’t know how it would work, especially if Wolfe wasn’t keen to mate with a human, but he would find a way to make her his.
Taking his time, he parted the slit of her drawers to reveal her bare bottom. His blood heated at the sight of her nudity. She was perfect, and such a good girl to lie obediently over his knee without struggling. When he urged her to spread her thighs, she moved them apart without hesitation. Her capitulation was the sweetest prize.
His gaze rested on the slit of her cunny, which was gleaming with her own essence. The insides of her thighs were smeared with moisture too, confirming that he’d indeed scented her arousal several times earlier. The little human might not want to admit it, but she was attracted to him and liked being made to obey him. She craved a firm but loving hand. And he would make her feel loved. It wouldn’t be an instant love, since she wouldn’t feel the magic of the mating bond, but he would show her tenderness and take care of her to the best of his ability. He would make her feel desire and ensure she never wanted for anything.
He would give her everything but the freedom she craved.
