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I ignore the guilt that visits me over deceiving him. I also try to ignore the warmth that continually pulses in my core, especially when he enters my room and I detect his enticing masculine scent.
His footsteps sound closer. I keep my eyes shut, striving for a peaceful expression, mimicking the slow breaths of sleep.Please let him walk away.
The more we copulate, the more frequently he spills his seed inside me, the higher my risk of pregnancy. Even if I desire him, even if I’m aching for him to fill me up with his dual shafts, I must do whatever it takes to dissuade him from claiming me. If I’m to escape and search for my mother, I absolutely can’t have a child.
Emperor Radakk sits on the bed and begins caressing my hair. His touch is gentle, but his increased nearness is the last thing I need. I can’t stop the urgent quaking in my center, the blooming heat in my loins. Oh God. I’m getting slick for him. I can feel it.
My breath stutters, but I keep my eyes shut, not willing to give up the ruse. I could pretend to awake, but I’m still holding on to the hope that he’ll leave me untouched.
“Little empress,” he says in a deep voice as he continues stroking my locks, “there’s something you ought to know about Darrvasons. We have excellent hearing. Even from the entryway, I could detect your rapid footsteps as you hurried to bed. Did you really think I’d forgo claiming you if you were sleeping?” He growls. “Open your eyes and turn onto your stomach. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
Compelled to obey, I open my eyes. I give him a pleading glance, only to find him gazing down at me with a stern expression that sends a chill to my bones.
Okay, maybe pretending to sleep wasn’t the best idea.
He doesn’t seem pleased in the least.
After I turn onto my stomach, he yanks the covers away, and the cool air of the room dances over my legs. He wastes no time in baring my bottom, flipping my shirt up and dragging my panties down to my knees.
A spanking, I realize. He intends to spank me for pretending to sleep.
“Please, Emperor,” I beg. “Please don’t. I-I’m sorry.” I peer over my shoulder, meeting his gaze as he cups my bottom.
“You tried to deceive me, Thalia.” His voice is cold. “Just as I won’t tolerate blatant disobedience, I won’t stand for lies or trickery. I also won’t abide my mate attempting to evade her duties in the bedroom.”
My stomach flips as I realize the severity of my transgression. Regret wells within me. I hadn’t thought pretending to sleep was a huge deal, but apparently, I was wrong. He considers it a serious deception.
Maybe I imagined the few glimmers of warmth I’ve felt from him. The time he held me on his lap after yesterday’s punishment, when he’d caressed my back and stroked my hair. The times he gazed at me with tenderness or caressed me softly. Right now, he’s cold and stern and forbidding.
He squeezes my bottom. “You will submit to me everyfluxxingnight, little empress. There will be no exceptions, no trickery.” He lifts his hand and brings it down across my cheeks, a searing blow that steals my breath. I attempt to rise up, but he pushes me back in place.
“Please not so hard,” I plead. “I-I am truly sorry.”
He tucks an errant strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek and neck, and when he finally speaks, his voice is mockingly tender. “It’s going to be hard, Thalia. I think that’s the only way you’ll learn, and I intend for this to be a lasting lesson.”
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RADAKK
My mate’sbottom glows crimson under my punishing hand. I alternate swatting her cheeks, first the left one, then the right, and so on, keeping the blows fast and hard. Wanting to make an impression upon her.
Pretending to sleep? I can scarcely fathom her misbehavior. A proper Darrvason female would never feign sleep to try to escape a mating session. A Darrvason female would willingly spread her legs and accept her mate’s seed with gratitude.
I pause spanking Thalia and caress her reddened cheeks as I once again remind myself that she’s human. While Darrvasons and humans can reproduce, our similarities seem to end there.
And yet… the scent of her arousal fills the air. As I spanked her, she became more and more slick between her thighs. It’s a sign of her body’s surrender to me. A sign she craves the very mating session she tried to avoid.
Perhaps there’s hope for us yet. Perhaps her heart and soul will one day yield to me, just as her body already has.
I watch her carefully as I continue rubbing her punished ass, and while she occasionally squirms and whimpers, she’s not crying. I haven’t spanked her hard enough to bring her to tears.
“You will never again attempt to evade a mating session, Thalia,” I say as I slip a hand between her thighs, stroking through her drenched folds. “Do you understand?”
“Yes. I’m so sorry.” Her voice breaks.
“Are you ready to please me?” I graze a finger over her clit, and her hips lurch. “Or do you require more punishment? Perhaps a dose of the strap?”
“I’m ready to please you.” She lifts her head from the pillow and meets my eyes, and her deep expression of remorse satisfies me on a primal level. It gives me hope that I’m truly conquering her.
