Page 12 of Radakk's Mate
Shame courses through me as I recall the delicious feel of his fingers as he stroked my wetness and tapped at my clit, but so does a pang of heat between my thighs. I don’t understand it.
How can I be so embarrassed and yet so excited at the same time?
It’s maddening.
“Let me go! Stop!”
He doesn’t listen. Instead, he sits in a chair near the bed, turns me over his knee, and places his free leg atop my kicking ones. A second later, he pins my wrists at the small of my back and arranges my bottom high in the air.
I’m trapped. I can’t move an inch.
He’s about to punish me. Spank me.
How badly will it hurt?
He cups my bottom, giving each of my cheeks a firm squeeze. “You must be obedient, little spy. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand. Please, please give me another chance.” I’m not too proud to beg. I’m terrified of the pain. He’s so big and powerful, I worry he’ll go too far.
That he’ll break me.
Does he realize how delicate humans are compared to Darrvasons? I don’t have hard, armor-like skin. Nor do I have bulging muscles.
He commences rubbing my bottom, moving from cheek to cheek. The cool air of the room hits my pussy, and my face heats because I’m certain he can seeeverything. I’m draped over his knee with my thighs spread wide and my ass lifted high. Fully exposed and stripped of all my defenses. A sob builds in my throat.
“I could take a strap to you and give you a harsh whipping, Thalia. You ought to be thanking me for just using my hand. Now, stop your antics and surrender yourself to me. Accept your punishment gracefully. Accept me as your mate, your master.”
No. I want to shoutno, but the word catches in my throat. But maybe that’s for the best. Maybe I should stop pleading with him and hope he gets this over with quickly. If I continue begging and fighting, he might decide to prolong my punishment—or worse, fetch that strap he mentioned. Clearly, my pleas won’t move him.
He’s as coldhearted and cruel as I feared.
He lifts his hand and brings it down sharply across my left cheek. The pain knocks the air from my lungs, and I can’t even scream. Before I manage the next breath, he strikes my right cheek, then the left one again in rapid succession.
It’s a fast but hard spanking. He covers my entire bottom, and he also smacks my upper thighs. Tears spill down my face and I’m soon sobbing. But I’m not just crying from the pain. I’m crying because I’m so incredibly fucked.
The emperor. I’m about to mate with the blasted leader of the Darrvason Empire. The most powerful male among the aliens.
Before he showed up, I was so close to attaining my freedom. I was finalizing my plans. In a month or two, I would’ve been able to leave theJansonnabehind.
Leave the despair behind.
No more spying, no more risking my life for my asshole father. Hopefully, no more starving. And maybe, just maybe, I could track down my mother.
How will I ever escape Emperor Radakk?
What if there’s no leaving?
When he ceases spanking me, he doesn’t move me off his lap. Instead, he keeps me in place as he massages my bottom. I hate to admit it, but the ministrations feel nice. He’s rubbing the sting out of my punished cheeks. He’s also forcing my legs wider apart, and when his hand dips between my thighs, it takes all my self-control not to squirm in an attempt to evade his touch.
Submissive. He expects me to be submissive. He’s demanding my obedience. Will I ever get used to being subject to his authority? Will I ever get used to the Darrvason way of life?
He strums my clit, rubbing moisture from my core over the pulsing nubbin. Oh God. I can’t help but buck my hips in response.
Pleasure coils in my nether region and my breaths become faint and raspy. I’m close to something but I’m not certain what it is, riding the euphoric waves of a soaring bliss that surely must have an end. A completion. If it doesn’t, I think I might go mad.
“Relax, little spy,” he says in a deep rumbling voice, “and come for me. Come for me while you’re draped over my knee with your bright red, freshly spanked bottom on display. Be a good little female and come.”
As I grind myself over his lap, I’m fully aware of his massive erections beneath me, as well as a strange vibration that I think is coming from his scrotum, though I can’t be certain.
