Fated Mate Conquered - Luna Voss Page 0,45

to be obedient.

I wait until she’s on the edge of climax and then I stop, pull out the plug, and tell her we’re going to bed. Kora whimpers and begs me to let her come, but I stay firm. She looks at me with murder in her eyes, but does as I say and cuddles up in bed next to me. It’s obvious she doesn’t want to lose her reward.

It’s not exactly traditional, but maybe it’s working. Maybe there really are effective alternatives to spanking.

17

Kora

I wake up the next day horny, and with a vague sense of frustration. I also feel weirdly unfulfilled. Like I started something, and didn’t finish.

It takes me a minute or two to remember that Turan got me all worked up last night and then didn’t let me orgasm. That bastard. I tell him I don’t want to do spankings, and he comes up with an even more cruel way to punish me. Still, I try to remind myself that this is what I wanted. I’m the one who chose to take spanking off the menu. I have to stay the course.

He’s next to me, still asleep. I think about touching myself, but there’s no doubt my mind that if he were to wake up and catch me, I’d be in real trouble, not to mention that he wouldn’t let me finish. Besides, the sexual experience I really want doesn’t involve my fingers. Better to play the obedient wife and see if I can earn that “reward” he was talking about.

Still, it’s hard to ignore that my body and my mind are still charged up from last night. It was weird, cutting off a spanking in the middle. And I’m very, very aware that there’s an orgasm I haven’t had. I slip my fingers under the covers and find my clit, putting just enough pressure on it to feel good. Ah, that’s the only reason I feel weird like this. I’m just in need of a good climax.

Turan shifts next to me. Wake up! I will him.

No dice. Still asleep. Okay, time to take this into my own hands. But instead of nervously touching myself and hoping I don’t get caught, I have a better idea: slipping my hand out from under the covers, I gently pinch Turan’s nostrils shut until he tries to suck air through them and startles awake. By the time his eyes are open, my hands are back at my sides.

“Huh?” he gasps, blinking.

“Good morning,” I say innocently, giving him a peck on the cheek.

“I must have… never mind,” he mutters, looking confused.

“You must have been tired,” I say, nuzzling against him. “I thought about waking you, but I couldn’t bear to do it when you looked so sweet and comfortable sleeping like that.”

He puts his arms around me, looking content. “Thanks, Kora, I probably did need the sleep. How are you this morning?”

“I’m good,” I say sweetly. “Is there anything I can do to be supportive before you leave for the day?”

He raises his eyebrows, looking amused. “Wow, look at you,” he says. “Someone woke up on the right side of the bed this morning.”

I kiss his chest. “I’m on my best behavior. See, no spanking necessary.”

He laughs. “Maybe I should deny you orgasms more often.”

“It has nothing to do with that!” I protest.

He reaches into my shirt and finds my nipple, already hard. He gives it just the slightest of pinches, and I let out a little moan.

“No,” he says with a chuckle, “I’m sure it has nothing to do with that. And I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact that your clit is just aching, either.”

I kiss his neck. “Not at all.”

“Okay,” he says teasingly, flashing his fangs, “I’m going to get dressed and head out for the day. See you, Kora.”

“Nooo,” I whimper, dismayed, and then blush as I realize how much that reaction giveaway.

“Oh, is there something you want?”

I glare at him. Asshole.

His hand finds my throat, just resting there. “Say it.”

I gulp, instantly feeling very dominated, but somehow, not ready to give in. “Say what?”

He chuckles. “Okay, have it your way. I’ll be home for dinner.” He starts to get out of bed.

Before his feet are on the floor, I catch his tattooed wrist with my hand. “Wait.”

Turan shakes me off and stands up, his muscular upper body rippling. “Wait for what, Kora?” He looks me in the eyes.

My face burns as I look back at him, propelled by a sense of need.