Page 32 of Kazzon's Human Bride
In mere moments, he would discover just how wet she’d gotten.
He guided her into his room and called out a verbal command for the door to lock fully behind them. He didn’t want any servants interrupting what he was about to do with his trembling little bride.
Her breath kept hitching and her chest rose and fell rapidly. He turned her in his arms and gave her a severe look, one that caused her eyes to widen and her lips to part on a gasp.
“You were a naughty little human, calling me by my given name and sneaking out of my quarters,” he said in a scolding, but somewhat playful, tone.
She sucked in a quick breath. “Xerr?”
He lifted an eyebrow at her. “You deserve a spanking, don’t you?”
Again, she gasped. “Xerr, I thought you said…” Her voice trailed off, but a look of understanding passed over her face when he winked at her.
Then, a smile formed on her lips and her eyes started to twinkle, as she finally realized he his intent—he wasn’t going to give her a hard, punishment spanking, but he would scold her and give her a few smacks, under the guise of a chastisement, an act that would bring them mutual pleasure.
At least he hoped his suspicions were correct. He decided if she expressed real fear or experienced too much pain, he would cease this roleplaying and only treat her with gentleness.
“You deserve a very hard spanking on your bare bottom, don’t you, little human?” He kept his expression serious, as well as his voice, and moments later, the scent of her arousal increased, filling his nostrils with the sweetness of her growing excitement.
“Yes,Xerr,” she replied, lowering her gaze. She clasped her hands in front of herself and shifted awkwardly in place, her face turning a dark shade of pink. “Yes,Xerr, I’ve been a very naughty girl and I deserve to be punished.”
He gave her a severe look and stepped back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Remove your clothing. All of it.”
With shaking hands, she started to comply. She slipped out of her pants before tugging her shirt off. She cast him a shy glance as she reached around to remove her bra, then allowed it to drift to the floor with her clothing. Now she stood before him in nothing but a pair of white panties. His gaze roved over her and his shaft hardened in his pants.
“Finish undressing, little human. If I have to remove your panties myself, you can expect extra swats.”
Her breath left her in a whoosh, but she was quick to obey. She stepped out of her panties and kicked them away, in the direction of her other clothes. She clasped her hands in front of herself again and bowed her head, appearing as the perfect picture of submission.
“Good little human,” he said, infusing his voice with praise. “Now, I think you know what’s going to happen. You’re going to end up over my knee, because that’s where a naughty young female belongs—over her husband’s knee.”
He guided her to the chair in the corner of the room, where he sank down and drew her over his lap. She shivered but remained in place.
“Please,Xerr,” she said, though he could tell she was playing along with the ruse. “Please,Xerr, I’m so sorry. You-you don’t have to punish me. Please, I’ll be good—I don’t want a spanking.” She gave a half-hearted struggle which he was quick to subdue. He gathered her flailing hands behind her and pressed them to her lower back, just as he wrapped one of his legs around her lightly kicking ones.
“Naughty girl,” he said. “You ought to know better than to fight your mate—your master.” A thrill jolted through Kazzon as he held her in place and cupped her bottom. Normally serious and standoffish, it was unlike him to engage in any sort of teasing or playacting with anyone, yet the growing connection he shared with Caylee was starting to strip his defenses down.
An eroticized haze of tension blanketed the room. He growled at the sensation of her center writhing over his hardness. Though he held her down, she still kept trying to wiggle over his lap, and the delicious friction of her lower stomach rubbing upon his shaft left him sweltering with need.Fluxx. He was enjoying this interaction between them very, very much.
He forced her thighs wide apart, exposing her slick pink folds to his hungry gaze. She quivered over his lap, occasional whimpers drifting from her throat. The scent of her drove him wild and he couldn’t resist the urge to touch her wetness.
He slid his fingers through her moisture, but purposely avoided her clit. Frustrated moans replaced her whimpers whenever he came close to stroking her nubbin but glided his fingers away at the last moment.
“So wet and so naughty,” he said in a scolding tone. Then he removed his hand from her nether lips and once more cupped her bottom. He gave it a firm squeeze before lifting his hand and bringing his flattened palm down across her cheeks. The slap resounded in the room. She squealed and tried to kick her legs, but since he still had one leg draped over hers, she only managed to scissor her feet.
“Please,Xerr,” she begged again. “I’ll be good.”
Her pleas incited his lust to burn hotter. But he wasn’t going to let her up yet. She had more spanks coming. More of this delicious punishment that wasn’t truly a punishment at all. He proceeded to administer a series of sharp slaps to her cheeks, which reddened beautifully under his hand. Waves of white-hot desire struck him, and the sight of her flesh bearing the marks of his palm provoked him to increase his pace.
“Oh, please! You must stop!” A note of feigned distress laced her voice, the scent of her feminine essence increased steadily, and the bundle of nerves protruding from her slick folds appeared distended and swollen. His head swam at the sight.
“I’ll be the one to decide when you’ve had enough, little human,” he said with a growl.
More smacks rained down upon her upturned cheeks.
Finally, he paused and began caressing her reddened backside. Whenever his fingers ventured close to her slick folds, her breath caught in her throat and she lifted her bottom slightly, as if seeking his touch in her womanly core.
“Your bottom is bright red, Caylee, and I bet you’re very, very sore.” He stroked lower, until his digits trailed but a fraction from her swollen, gleaming mound. “Tell me, have you learned your lesson?”
