Stolen by the Zandian - Renee Rose Page 0,29

they should be from the rain.” He puts the panties to his nose. “And they smell like your arousal, little warrior. That tells me you’ve been thinking very naughty thoughts.”

He twirls the panties on one strong purple finger and raises one eyebrow. “Tell me what made you get these so extraordinarily wet.”

“I…” My face flushes. I’m too timid to tell him about the fantasies spinning in my mind.

“Too shy to talk?” He takes my thighs, one in each powerful hand and spreads them slowly apart. “Wider, Kailani. Yes, like that.”

He stands back and admires my body. “You look amazing.” His voice is almost reverent. “Look at that gorgeous pussy.”

I feel pleased, yet I’m also embarrassed under his scrutiny and start to close my legs.

“No.” His voice is sharp. He steps back in and gives me a little slap on one breast—not very hard, but it stings.

“Owh” I gasp in surprise; it doesn’t hurt, but the tingle sends a wave of arousal from my belly to my nipples.

“Keep them open until I say otherwise,” he commands. “I need to go put this wet garment out to dry. If you move while I’m gone, I’ll have to spank you further.”

“Yes, Master,” I murmur without thinking.

He bends down and kisses the nipple he slapped, then bites it gently.

“Good.”

He moves to the back of the cave and arranges the clothing. I force myself to keep my things open as he left them, my whole body aching for his touch. My nipple is wet from his mouth, and I want more, so much more.

I moan and shift—and finally he’s back.

His cock is so hard that my eyes must widen because he chuckles.

“Let’s see if we can get you to talk,” he says conversationally. “Before we move on to other activities.”

To my utter surprise, he crouches down and tugs me forward until I’m only halfway seated on the rock, just the back of my buttocks making contact with the stone. He puts my splayed legs over his powerful shoulders and grabs me closer, pulling me to his head.

“You can brace yourself on the rocks behind you,” he orders.

“But what…”

I stop talking, and my words turn into a garbled cry as he nestles his head between my legs and licks my clit.

“Stars, Khrys,” I manage to get out.

The feeling is like nothing in the world. His tongue is soft like velvet but strong. Dexterous. He swipes along my lower lips, teasing and licking my skin like it’s delicious.

“Stars, stars,” I chant. My thighs tremble as that incredible feeling of release begins to grow. “I’m going to...”

“No.” He pulls his head back. “Not until I give permission. And I won’t, not until you tell me about those panties.”

“But I can’t…” I begin.

He smiles. “I was hoping you’d be difficult.”

He stands up and takes me back into his arms and sits on a lower flat rock adjacent to my perch. “A few of these to get you back from the edge,” he says.

And then he spanks me. Slap. Slap. Slap. Right across my ass, hard.

“Ow!” I squeal, kicking my legs.

“Quiet,” he says and spanks me again. “You’ll need to learn to tell me what I need to know, Kailani.”

But his voice holds a teasing tone, even under the firm direction, and I know he’s enjoying this.

So am I. Each spank presses my core into his rock-hard thigh and only increases that tingling feeling. I squirm, trying to adjust myself, so I can get the pressure right where I need it.

“You bad little warrior,” he says, noticing my actions. He moves me further back, so I can’t rub myself against his body and spanks me again.

This time, without the ability to push into his leg, the spanks feel sharper, harder.

“Oooh, ow,” I complain, momentarily forgetting about the desire that was growing in my core.

He rubs my skin softly. “Nice and pink. Lovely.”

He places me back onto the higher rock and spreads my thighs. “Let’s try this again. If you don’t tell me what I want, we can do this all day.”

He presses his lips to my body and sticks his tongue deep into my cleft. I cry out and grab his horns. They’re hard and strong in my hands. I rub them gently, somehow instinctively understanding that it gives him the same feeling I experience.

“Kailani, veck,” he mutters, circling his tongue around my clit.

The amazing flutterly circles bring me back to that precipice. I breathe harder and try to push my hips closer to his mouth -

And veck if the