Page 14 of Commander's Slave
He cupped her bottom, prompting her to tense up. “I can already tell you’re American. You’re speaking English like an American. I take it you don’t speak any Kall? Not even the common dialect?”
“I’m afraid I know very little of your language. Draken taught me how to say, ‘it’s time to serve dinner now,’ in Kall, so I might tell the cook when he’s ready for his meals. He’s tried teaching me a few other phrases, but the sounds are difficult to make, and I’ve been trying to pick up more of your tongue from the servants, but it isn’t easy. The only other words I know so far areecka,slemma, andcasika. Oh, andfluxx.”
Edek stifled a chuckle. “Those are all curse words, little human, and very bad ones at that. Where did you hear them? Certainly not from Draken.”
Pink stained her cheeks and she turned around, settling on his lap as if resigning herself to the punishment he still planned to deliver. “The cook,” she finally said.
He maintained his hold on her, keeping one hand pressed down on her back and the other covering her bottom. His cock shifted at the feel of her firm little bottom beneath his hand. The spread of fabric revealed the outline of her panties.
Damn Draken for doing this to him. The last thing he needed was to fight a sexual attraction to a human woman. A girl, really. A terrible thought struck him.
“How old are you?”
She remained silent for far too long. Perhaps he should punish her a bit harder than planned. She needed to understand that she could not, under any circumstances, ignore his questions.
Grasping a handful of hair in a gentle grip, he tilted her head back and put his lips to her ear. “How. Old. Are. You?” He allowed his lips to trail over the soft shell of her earlobe and a shiver ran through her, causing her to shudder slightly over his lap and making him very aware of her center pressing upon his manhood. Ohfluxx.
“Twenty-seven,” she gasped out, wincing in pain.
Twenty-seven. In her culture she’d been considered an adult for several years, and in his culture for well over a decade. He exhaled in relief. He couldn’t imagine the Kall justice system condemning a human juvenile to a lifetime of slavery in the Sumlin District, but stranger things had happened.
He released her hair and brushed it over her neck to fully expose the side of her face, reveling in the silkiness of her locks between his fingers. Her skin had felt soft as he cupped her face earlier. He imagined she was soft all over. All softness and pretty pale skin. A spattering of freckles covered her slender shoulders and her nose, and he wondered if she had freckles anywhere else. His pants chafed his enlarging cock at the prospect of inspecting her.
He was her master. It was his right to do so if he pleased.
Edek once again pushed his desires down and tried to concentrate on her punishment. She’d defied him and no doubt deserved it. He hated to hurt her though, this small female.
Why did she have to be so stubborn?
“I’m feeling uncharacteristically merciful today, little human. I’ll give you one last chance before I begin your spanking.” He gave her bottom a light tap in warning. “Tell me your name.”
Silence.
“Very well,” he said, raising his hand.
A gasp left her at the impact of the first slap, and he cracked his flattened palm across her cheeks once more. She tensed up and squirmed over his lap.
Desire swelled within him, raw and unstoppable, as he brought his hand down again and again, leaving no part of her bottom untouched. He put his arousal down to the fact that he hadn’t held a female, Kall or any other kind, this close in a very long time.
“Are you ready to tell me your name?” He swatted her upper thighs, drawing a whimper from her throat.
“You don’t understand. Ican’ttell you my name.” Sorrow laced her voice, though she wasn’t crying. Yet.
Edek paused and rested a hand on her bottom. Her shoulders rose and fell rapidly under her quick breaths. Fresh tremors affected her body and testified to her fear.
Uttering her name would be so simple, yet she remained uncooperative and he began to suspect her silence indicated she’d been someone important. A politician on Earth, perhaps. One who hadn’t surrendered peacefully even as the rest of Earth ceded to the Kall’s power. Except, no. She’d said she was innocent of the crimes she’d been convicted of.
His jaw tensed as he wondered if she’d lied to him about her conviction.
“It’s very important that you tell me your name.” Gasps and whimpers filled the room as he laid into her bottom once more, spanking her cheeks and alternating from left to right.
“Please. I-I can’t.” This time, her voice cracked and her shoulders shook harder. Tears were finally falling.
Didn’t she realize how gently he was treating her? Didn’t she realize most slaves on the Kall homeworld could expect to be beaten to within an inch of their lives for the smallest infraction? Most masters kept their slaves in line with a studded whip or an electrified baton. Most masters used their fists. Some masters even killed their slaves.
Had no one informed her how cruelly a human slave might expect to be treated on this planet? Or did she simply not care? Or was she braver than he took her for?
Edek paused and reached for her hair, brushing the silky locks over her shoulder to reveal her face. She didn’t turn around to meet his eyes, but she didn’t try to hide from him either.
