Page 33 of Commander's Slave
“Um, well, I had it removed years ago.” She cleared her throat. “Laser treatments.”
He grinned. “So, you like being smooth and bare down here, Betsy? Do you ever stroke yourself?” He found a tightened bud hidden within her folds and zeroed in on it. Her face contorted as she moaned and struggled to remain in place with her legs spread. “Tell me, Betsy. Do you ever touch yourself?”
She pressed her eyes shut. “Sometimes, Master.”
“Not anymore you don’t.” He withdrew his finger and cupped his hand possessively over her damp folds. “Your pleasure belongs to me now. If I catch you touching yourself, you’ll be punished. Severely. In such a case, I promise you’ll feel the sting of a leather strap. Pleasure yourself without permission, little human, and I’ll give you a hard whipping.”
Her eyes shot open and she stared at him in shock.
“It’s time for your spanking, little human.”
He guided her over his knee, and his breath caught to see moisture glimmering between her thighs. Tapping the insides of her legs, he prompted her to open wider.
He stroked her back and murmured his approval, delighting in her sweet submission to her spanking. If she’d started kicking and screaming, he could’ve easily subdued her, but he much preferred her cooperation.
He admired and treasured it like a precious gift.
A startled gasp left her when he cupped her bottom, giving it a firm squeeze.
“I will admit I enjoy hearing my name on your lips, Betsy, but you must remember to never speak it. It’s too dangerous for both of us. The laws and customs of my people are quite different from yours. A slipup like that could cost us both a great deal.”
“I know, and I’m sorry, Master.” Her cheeks clenched and unclenched in his hand. Moisture trickled down her thigh and onto his pants.
“Starting tonight, Betsy, I’m going to spank you every evening before bed to remind you of your place and how important it is for you to remember to obey me in all things. I’ll expect you to be naked and waiting for me in bed from this night forward. If you fail to do so, you can expect a more severe punishment.”
“I-I understand, Master.” Her voice cracked as she answered, but Edek resolved to remain firm. If one of his men, or even one of the servants, were to overhear Betsy calling him by his given name… he shuddered to think of the outcome.
Slaves were slaves.
Humans were humans.
Kall were Kall.
Masters were masters
Commanders were commanders.
She would never be his equal, not on this world and in this lifetime. However, that didn’t mean they couldn’t find happiness together in secret.
“I’m glad you understand, Betsy.” He didn’t enjoy causing her pain, but it couldn’t be avoided. It was just a spanking with his hand. Most nights he would go light on her, but not tonight. Tonight, he thought it prudent to make an impression on her.
He raised his hand and brought it down sharply on her upturned cheeks, his palm searing over her creamy flesh. A red handprint marred her bottom, spreading across her cheeks. He gave her several more slaps in that fashion before focusing on one cheek at a time, from right to left and back again. She squirmed and gasped with each spank, but she didn’t try to block his blows, even when he laid into her upper thighs.
Edek was pleased with how well she was taking her spanking.
Soon her bottom glowed a deep shade of red, and the tops of her thighs had turned pink under his hand. Wetness glimmered atop her folds, inviting his gaze and heightening his senses. As she squirmed, her little bottom hole revealed itself from time to time, and he wondered how she would react to being touched in such a private place.
He paused spanking her and inspected her backside. Though her cheeks were bright red and appeared well-punished, Edek saw no hint of bruises. Humans were delicate compared to Kall, but they weren’t too delicate to handle, and thankfully Betsy could take a spanking as well as Renna once had. He brushed the thought aside, not wanting to dwell on the past and all that he’d lost.
The desire to feel Betsy enveloped in his arms was suddenly overwhelming.
He turned her over and sat her on his lap, cradling her to his chest while stroking her hair. Heat radiated from her spanked bottom through his pants, and his cock thickened in response.
Her breath quickened and she peered up at him.
Longing reflected in her eyes, and when her lips parted, he needed no further invitation.
He cupped her face and leaned down to capture her mouth, delving his tongue between her lips to take command of the kiss.
