Retribution (Kall Alien Warriors #3) - Sue Lyndon Page 0,58
cheek an ominous squeeze. “Nor will you lock yourself in a room to escape me. Not unless you want a very red, very sore little bottom.”
Without further ado, he gave her a firm smack that was a far cry from the playful swats he’d given her in bed.
She gasped and tried to push off the counter, but he continued holding her down as he slapped her backside, alternating from left cheek to right cheek as he slowly increased his pace, as well as the force of the punishing blows.
Smack smack smack!
The sting built quickly, and she squirmed, trying with all her strength to escape. But her efforts were futile. General Zamek was too strong, and he seemed determined to teach her a lesson.
“Please no more!” It hurt and she wasn’t too proud to beg. “Please, General, I’m sorry!”
He moved lower and swatted the tops of her thighs, and she gasped at the pain. Her entire bottom and the backs of her thighs were now aflame.
As the smacks continued, she became aware of the heated sensation gathering between her thighs, the immense ache. Her breath hitched and shame washed through her, causing a full body flush.
The general was spanking her, as a punishment, and she was becoming aroused. She whimpered, knowing he would soon detect her excitement, if he hadn’t already.
She tried pressing her legs closer together, but she doubted it would help.
“Naughty little human,” he said, striking the curve where her bottom met her thighs repeatedly, which caused her to howl. “I know how wet you’re becoming. I can smell it with each inhale I take, and I can also see the glimmer of your arousal coating those pink nether lips of yours. You can’t hide it from me.”
She whimpered again, her face burning with embarrassment.
She glanced into the mirror, and the sight of General Zamek standing tall and confident behind her as he methodically spanked her, his expression set in lines of firm resolve, didn’t help with her predicament.
The determined look on his handsome face sent a delicious shudder through her, and the aching in her core increased, until she felt the wetness of her arousal slipping down her thigh.
Finally, the general’s hand stilled, and he caressed her heated bottom, moving from cheek to cheek and mercifully rubbing out the sting. Well, rubbing out some of the sting. She doubted the discomfort would fade anytime soon.
When his fingers delved between her folds, she stiffened at first but soon surrendered to his deft ministrations as he rubbed her moisture over her clit.
“I know this is difficult for you, human,” he said, “but you must learn to obey me, and to trust me. I’m not putting the manacles on you to be cruel. I don’t want to put them on you, Layla, I truly don’t, but it’s the safest way to walk you to the hangar and then through Sumlin on our way to the slave office.”
As he spoke, he continued spreading her wetness over her pulsing nub, causing heated waves to assail her core. She whimpered and jerked her center against his probing hand. Oh God. She was close, so close.
“I’m sorry!” she blurted, shame surging inside her. “I-I’ll try to obey you, I will, but I’ll never stop longing for freedom. I don’t want to be a slave and I don’t want to be a whore.”
“You’re not a whore,” he said in a firm tone, giving her clit a chastising pinch. “You’re my mistress.”
“Potato, potahhhto,” she said, switching to English.
“What does that mean?” He caught her gaze in the mirror.
“It means whore and mistress are basically the same thing.”
“No,” he said, driving her closer to the edge. “You’re wrong.”
She pressed her lips together. Her bottom still throbbed terribly, and she didn’t want to risk further punishment.
“Come for me, human,” he said, swirling faster over her clit. “Come for me while you’re bent over with your red, freshly spanked bottom on display.”
His words pushed her over the edge, and she cried out as a powerful climax descended upon her, stealing her breath and making her toes curl in her sandals.
Chapter 21
Zamek stared down at Layla, aching to sink inside her. His cock swelled in his pants and his balls drew up tight. A growl caught in his throat. He still couldn’t believe she’d not only run from him, but locked him out of the bathroom too.
“May-may I get up now, General? Please?”
“Not yet.” He stood back and inspected her spanked cheeks. He’d turned her flesh a deep shade of pink,