Fated Mate Conquered - Luna Voss Page 0,34
offense.”
My face burns as I look up at him, even as my pussy gives a little twitch at the thought of putting myself into such a vulnerable position. In a weird way, I kind of like that he has expectations for me.
“Do you understand?” Turan asks.
I nod, looking down. I can’t bear to meet his eyes.
“Answer with words.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, surprised how naturally my deference comes.
“Not sir anymore,” he corrects me, his voice filled with pride and satisfaction. “Now that I’m your mate, you call me Vostra.”
“Yes… Vostra,” I repeat, feeling an unexpected thrill as I say the word. I know that to use the word Vostra in this context is a signifier of enormous respect. Of submission.
“Good girl,” he praises me, and I feel myself shiver at the note of approval in his voice. “Kora, I’m going to ask you to go into punishment position now.”
Turan
Kora’s cheeks go bright red at my order. For the briefest of moments, it looks like she considers disobeying. And then she nods, still not meeting my eyes. I watch, pleased, as she pulls down her pants and bends herself over the bed, her round, enticing ass covered only by a thin pair of underwear.
“Tell me why you’re being punished,” I growl, putting authority into my tone.
“Because I disobeyed you,” she whimpers.
“That’s right. And why did you disobey me?”
She hesitates. “Because… I don’t know why I disobeyed you. I just did.”
Spank! I smack her hard on the ass, eliciting a yelp.
“You don’t know? Or you do know, and you don’t want to tell me?”
“I don’t… I just wasn’t thinking.”
I spank her again. “You weren’t thinking? Or you were thinking, but you didn’t think my orders were important?”
“I didn’t think they were important,” she squeaks, her voice trembling.
“That’s what I thought,” I growl, slapping her cheeks repeatedly and building up to a rhythm. “I’m going to make sure you understand that your safety is always important. It is never okay for you to put yourself at unnecessary risk.”
Kora does a good job of staying quiet and not vocalizing as I punish her. I increase the intensity, wanting to get a sense of how much she can take. Experience has taught me that different women have different limits. I also keep an eye on her beacon in case it turns to red, but she keeps the light on her forehead resolutely off.
From the visible areas that aren’t covered by her panties, I can see that her skin is starting to get red. I keep spanking her until she starts to yelp with every strike, and then I back off.
“You’re doing a very good job of accepting your punishment,” I praise her, stroking her back with my fingertips. She shivers, as though enjoying my touch. I keep petting her, her shirt getting in my way, until I decide to just pull it over her head. She lift her arms and allows me to do it, now wearing nothing more than a bra and underwear.
“Very good girl,” I murmur as I unhook her bra and remove that, too.
“Does that mean my punishment is over?” she asks me hopefully.
“Not quite,” I say with a chuckle. “I’m not convinced you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
She gives her butt an adorable, frustrated wiggle, but otherwise doesn’t protest. I keep stroking her back, happy to momentarily reward her obedience.
“I want you to know that I’m very proud of you for fixing the vents,” I tell her. “And needing to discipline you here doesn’t detract from that at all. But it’s important to me that you understand my authority is final. When you disobey me, there have to be consequences.”
I hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties and start to pull them down. She tries to stop me, and I pin her arms behind her back and give her several hard spanks until she stops fighting.
“I thought you said I wouldn’t have to pull my panties down,” she pouts.
“I said that I would decide when you needed to pull your panties down,” I correct her. “And right now, I think you do.”
I can see that there’s a little wet spot on the crotch of her underwear, and it sticks to her pussy as I pull them down to her knees. This confirms my suspicion that the sweet note I’ve been picking up in her scent must be arousal. I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone compatible enough to notice that before.
“When I give you an order, you listen,” I growl,