Page 28 of Commander's Slave
“I can’t keep you safe if you don’t obey me, Betsy. The Kall homeworld is nothing like Earth. You need to remember that.” He waited for her apology, but none came. Sighing, he pulled her panties down until they bunched above her knees.
He tightened his hold on her and delivered a series of firm slaps to her bottom. The spanks echoed throughout the vast room. As he continued to rain swats down, Betsy remained silent.
Not a whimper or a gasp escaped her.
She’d tensed over his lap, and he suspected her pride had taken over once again. She didn’t want to cry or emit any noise of pain.
His palm stung from the rapid impacts with her backside, and he knew she was in pain, whether she cried out or maintained her stubborn silence.
Pausing, he stroked her red cheeks.
He cupped her mounds and rubbed her inflamed flesh, moving to the tops of her thighs and upward again. Her body relaxed under his caresses, but her breathing became more agitated, and soon each breath sounded like a gasp.
The friction of her center grinding against his cock as she squirmed invited his baser desires, clouding his ability to think rationally. He needed to end her punishment soon, lest he lose control and delve his fingers between her legs.
She belonged to him and it was his right to do so, but such a bold action would surely shatter what little trust she had in him.
“You don’t need to be strong in front of me, Betsy,” he said, still rubbing her punished areas. “You can cry. You can be yourself. What happens in this room is between us and no one else. I enjoyed our conversation and I hope we have many more. Let go. Don’t hold back.” His words stunned him, but they flowed directly from his heart. He had thought his heart had hardened to rock, but her mere presence had softened him. She breathed life into him.
“I don’t want to cry.” Her voice came out thick and strained.
“Of course you don’t want to. But you need to.” He resumed spanking, though not as hard as before. Her bottom had turned a lovely shade of crimson under his hand, and his cock shifted at the vision she presented, draped over his lap as she received punishment.
It didn’t take long for the walls she’d erected around her heart to come crashing down. Soft sniffles drifted up, and she squirmed and tried to slide to the floor. He clamped his legs tighter over hers and readjusted his grip on her wrists.
More gentle slaps. More stifling. Soon her shoulders heaved and she breathed heavily under deeper sobs, her tears finally falling as she surrendered to her emotion. Her struggles ceased. Edek stopped spanking and simply held her over his lap, stroking her back as she cried, and smoothing the hair from her face.
At last, he turned her over.
Their eyes met briefly, and he wiped at her tear-stained cheeks, brushing the moisture away with his fingers. He glanced at her hands fidgeting in her lap, and he guided her arms around his waist, smiling gently down at her in encouragement as he invited her to seek comfort in his embrace. He held his breath, waiting.
Betsy leaned against his chest and sank fully into his arms.
My sweet little human. He almost said it. The words rested on the tip of his tongue. He’d called her ‘little human’ before, and even Heslla, but he held back using a longer, more tender, endearment with her at this moment. Because he didn’t quite understand what was happening.
How could a female—and human slave at that—penetrate his own defenses so quickly? He’d known her but two days and she’d made him soften. She’d called up his protective side too.
He wanted her to feel safe with him, and he longed for her to trust him.
As she hugged him tighter and sniffled against his chest, he couldn’t help but wonder if this was the beginning of trust. He pressed his face to her hair and inhaled her perfumed scent. Her hair smelled like wildflowers, and as he breathed in again, he realized no coldness hit his nostrils. At this moment, she wasn’t afraid. The realization left him hopeful and he tightened his arms around her.
Chapter 13
Betsy strolled lazilythrough the meadow, her hands brushing over the tall grass. The late afternoon sun beamed down upon her and the scent of the purple dust flowers up ahead reached her, a pleasant floral aroma that reminded her of lavender.
She’d gotten her usual morning chores completed early and had opted for a leisurely walk on the mountainside, a sense of freedom filling her at being outside the fence. She gazed at the nearby tree line but decided not to walk too close, even though the dangerous creatures on the mountain usually only ventured out after the moons rose.
As she came closer to the purple dust flowers, she thought she heard a voice. She paused, holding her breath as she tilted her head to the side, listening. Edek. He was speaking in Kall, but she was certain it was his voice she heard on the breeze. She swallowed hard and continued walking, but soon came to a stop when she spotted him kneeling in front of three white stones.
Her heart lurched. Grave markers.
This must be where his wife and sons were buried.
She’d never strolled this far from the house before and she’d had no idea his family was buried here, otherwise she wouldn’t have walked this way.
He hadn’t noticed her yet, and he was still talking in his native tongue, his hand placed upon the largest stone, which she assumed belonged to Renna. Not wanting to intrude, she began to slowly inch away. But after a few steps in retreat, she stumbled over a rock and went crashing backward.
“Oh!” she gasped, wincing at the pain that shot through her body. Her bottom was still a bit sore from the spanking he’d given her last night, and she still didn’t feel ready to face him today, despite how tenderly he’d held her as they fell asleep last night.
