Page 104 of A Brat's Tale
His eyes darken, brows frowning. “Not a request, pet.”
Oh.Oooooh.But still! I really wasn’t that misbehaved. I throw all proper submissive behavior out the window, storming over to the place on the wall where he keeps his strap and remove it. I carry it to him and hand it over, still not exercising any kind of proper protocol. He’s amused as I stand arms crossed, awaiting further instruction. He approaches, the strap held in one hand, his other slides to grip my face. “Well now you’re just asking to be spanked, my darling.”
“You win, Corrik. I suck at this. Just whip me for being a “bad pet” or whatever and be done with it.”
He pulls me to him. “Oh no you don’t. We were interrupted but we’re going to get back on track. That’s why I’ve pulled out my strap. You’re not in trouble—yet.”
I peer at him. “What about the demerits I’ve racked up?”
He grins. “I will have my fun with those of course, you’ll remember to behave properly the next time we do this, but you’re still not in any real trouble. Lie yourself over the bed, spread your legs.”
This is territory I know. And maybe I need this spanking, not that I’ll admit to that out loud. I take position on the bed, my torso pressed against our cozy comforter—the one I love wrapping myself against Corrik under at night—my feet planted on the floor, legs spread. I imagine what I must look like for him, my arse upturned and ready, the crack visible with how wide my legs are, my balls dangling between my inner thighs. Thank fuck for Elven precision—I wouldn’t want the strap landing anywhere near my nuts.
Corrik’s large hand with the slender Elven fingers rubs my arse. “You’ve been in and out of subspace today.”
“You could tell?”
“I could tell.” I slump further into the mattress, I thought I was going to impress him. I wanted to impress him. “None of that. Ienjoyed every moment, I’m going to enjoy more moments now. I didn’t do a lot to help you—that part’s on me—but I knew you weren’t ready to surrender yet, which is your part. Submission cannot happen without that commitment.”
“But I was committed, Cor. I wanted to surrender to you.”
“You wanted to best me.”
“I’m a brat Corrik, it’s what we do.”
“Exactly. Brats do that and I’m not asking you to be someone you’re not, I want you to tap into another aspect of your character. This means I’ve got to show that side of you I’m worthy of it.”
“That makes no sense. I know you’re worthy. I spent my time learning from Strobavik so I could kneel for you. Most of the reason I said yes to him was so I could learn more for you.”
“All of that is nice in theory, my darling. But submission is felt deep inside. All your barriers must go—not disappear forever,” he says when I tense. “Just melt away for a time so I can enter. We’ll develop this over time.”
I’m still confused. I pillow my head in my crossed arms. “B-But Alrik. I practically fell into subspace with him. There’s no way I trust him more than I do you.”
“No, not generally,” he says laughing. “But the submissive part of you does. Energies can sync if they are of similar vibration, it happens at a subconscious level.”
“Stop trying to set me up with your brother, Corrik. It’s weird.”
He laughs and pets my arse, letting a finger slide between my cheeks. I inch toward it. “All right, I’ll leave it.”
But I think of something. “Why don’t our energies mesh like that?”
He freezes, but then continues his ministrations. “They do but, Tristan? I am getting the sense that our shared vibration will truly hit its stride when you are Elf.”
“Is that one of your other senses saying that to you?” While Corrik may have held just as much prejudice over humans as the next Elf in the beginning, that’s changed. I know that’s not where his feeling is coming from.
“It is. This is not to say we don’t mesh now, I feel you in my bones, my heart beats with your name.”
I smile into the sheets; my skin gets hot.
“But the Gods have placed challenges before us. Sometimes to entangle you must struggle, this only makes for deeper entanglement though—I’m not worried.”
Corrik’s never ending faith in us.
Thinking about it makes me slip, the edges of the world blur again. Corrik notices. “I’m going to strap you because it should please me, Tristan but also to teach you better focus. I won’t have you count this time. I want you to let go. Don’t hold your responses back either—I love them.”
That lets go another knot. That’s what’s right for us, for our energies together.
The strap whistles through the air, hurtling toward my arse.Thwhack!“Ahhh!” The pain sears through me, I sink into it. Anotherthwhackfrom the strap, this time it’s a muffled cry. He moves to strike my arse again. Corrik paints stripes across my bare cheeks (many) and some across the backs of my thighs.
