right one dangling slightly off my lap. Her pussy is dewy with moisture and the most delicate, provocative aroma. “Stars, little warrior.”
Right now, she doesn’t seem to mind the nickname. She hums slightly to herself, a low note.
I should not be doing this. Discipline is one thing, sexual contact is another. She’s not my mate, and I’m not her master. I shouldn’t be claiming her this way. I shouldn’t even be thinking about her like this.
But I’m not going to stop. I stroke her hair with my left hand and slide the right one up her inner thigh. “Never underestimate the power of one thick digit.”
As I speak, I glide my fingertip very slowly up her skin. “Sometimes it’s the singular thing that can cause a climactic reaction.”
She gasps and murmurs something and tries to wiggle closer to my hand.
I spank her again, hard, and hold her in place. “Stay where I put you,” I tell her firmly.
She stops moving, so I touch her thigh again.
Her pussy is wetter than before, and she moans. “Khrys?” She grabs my leg, but this time it’s a full-fingered hold. She’s not trying to get away. It’s more like she’s anchoring herself to me. I like it.
I wonder if she’s ever had an orgasm in her strange, difficult life. I don’t care if this is wrong: I want to give her pleasure right now.
“Has any being ever touched you...like this?” I run my fingers so softly over her pussy that there’s barely contact. Made you feel good?”
“No.” Her voice is breathy. “I don’t... I’ve never. They gave me hormone shots to ensure I wouldn’t want to…” She lapses off. “But they must have worn off by now.”
“Just relax into me.” I stroke the small of her back. “Let the sensation grow.”
She releases her muscles and sinks into my lap. “What are you going to do?”
I brush her labia softly. “This.” I rub her soft, wet skin over and over. “And this.” I work my way up and down her body. “A little of this.”
She’s breathing harder now. “Khrys…”
“And maybe, if you’re very good...this.” I tap her clit with my index finger.
Chapter 4
Kailani
When he spanked me, I was enraged—and then the feeling changed to something else. My whole body is on fire, little sparks darting and dancing along my nerves, all of the sensation culminating between my thighs. My ass tingles in a way that is undeniably pleasurable, and it begins to drive a need in my body for something more.
I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t want it to end. “Please.” I push my hips upward to seek his magical finger. “Do it again.”
He laughs. “This?”
Then he brushes my skin and rubs in that one little spot, the locus of my energy.
I practically scream with pleasure. “Khrys!”
“Shh,” he soothes me, stroking my thighs. “This is just the start.”
My breath comes faster, and I squeeze my eyes shut to focus on the feeling. My body seems to know how to do this; I’ve spread my legs and tilted myself, so he can have better access.
“You see how just one finger can be quite...appealing?” He strokes me again, over and over. “Here...and here, too?”
Now he drives his finger deep into my cleft, teasing and touching, and my belly ignites.
I wail out my pleasure, squeezing my muscles as contractions of pure joy flow through and over me. It doesn’t end; the sensation grows and swells, and when it culminates in a powerful burst of light, I almost pass out.
When I float back into my body and open my eyes, I’m sitting on his lap, my head on his shoulder, my arms wrapped tightly around him, as far as I can reach. His strong purple arms encircle me, and his breath is warm on my hair.
I stir. “Khrys?” I clear my throat. My bottom is a little tingly from the spanking, but that’s mostly faded. The predominant sensation now is one of lingering pleasure and deep relaxation, the kind I’ve never known. It’s fantastic. In fact, I already want to do it again.
Underneath me, his cock is rock hard. I reach down with one hand. “You didn’t get to—”
I want to have that feeling again. I want more. I want to learn all about this new part of life.
But he’s distant.
He gently separates himself from me and puts me down onto the bench beside him. “I should not have done that.”
“I don’t understand.” I blink at him.
He stands up and hands me the silver blanket. “I