Fated Mate Conquered - Luna Voss Page 0,7
him in disbelief.
He raises his eyebrows. “If I have to say it again, we’ll go right back to spanking. Am I going to have to say it again?”
My shoulders shaking with rage, I drop my eyes to the floor. “No, sir,” I say, trying and failing to keep the defiance out of my voice. Fuck him. I can’t believe he’s doing this.
He pauses, as though considering whether or not he wants to address my tone. And then he smiles and points to the corner. “Right there. With your hands at your sides. Now.”
I’m so angry as I position myself in the corner of the room, feeling vulnerable and humiliated with my freshly-spanked bottom on display. “How long am I going to have to stand here, sir?”
“Until I come and get you,” Turan says casually, and I hear him walk to the door of the room. “I’m going to leave, but I’ll be back soon. If you’re not still in the corner when I return, your next spanking won’t be in private.”
Turan
My cock is raging hard as I let myself out of the guestroom after disciplining Kora. Goddammit. That was supposed to be a punishment spanking, not a fun spanking. I should not be this turned on. This girl is barely more than half my age.
Aspen is waiting for me as soon as I close the door. “Where’s Kora?” she asks, her voice insistent. “Is she okay?”
I chuckle internally. Aspen should know damn well I wouldn’t do anything to hurt Kora. I’ve just provided some necessary discipline.
“Kora is standing in the corner and thinking about how she’s going to be more obedient going forward,” I tell her calmly. “Please give her privacy. I’ll be back in ten minutes to relieve her of her punishment, and then you can talk to her.”
I keep walking down the hall, not waiting for her reply. I don’t want her to see the bulge in my pants that’s absolutely refusing to go away. I’m glad as fuck that Kora didn’t notice. What the fuck is wrong with me?
When I get to my room, I slam the door behind me and lean against it, breathing. My thoughts are a mess. I don’t understand why I’m feeling like this. I’ve disciplined women before. Lots of times. It’s not supposed to be sexual unless I want it to be sexual. It certainly wasn’t supposed to be sexual with Kora.
Kora. All of a sudden, I’m thinking about her differently. Maybe it was the feeling of her squirming in my lap as I revealed her underwear, the intimate garment so lacy and revealing, so adult. But I can’t get her out of my fucking head. It doesn’t make sense. I’ve seen butts before, many of them just as cute as hers. I’ve spanked butts just as cute as hers. This is stupid.
None of those butts were attached to Kora, though. Kora isn’t like most of the women I’ve been with. She’s not part of the Vostra, not used to following our rules. She defies me, challenges me in ways I find exciting.
Or maybe it’s making her submit to me that I find exciting. I won’t even try to deny the thrill it gave me to see her transition from spitting insults at me to calling me sir.
But that’s not what I want her to call me, I realize with a guilty jolt. I want her to call me Vostra. Like Aspen calls Draga, and like all female vostrata call their mates. It’s a sign of respect. Of submission. Of ownership.
I want Kora to be mine. I want to be her protector, her authority, her mate.
My hand finds my crotch over my pants, tracing the outline of my cock, still hard. Not just hard, throbbing. Painful. Begging for release. I unzip and wrap my hand around it, sighing in satisfaction as my fingers slide over the soft ridges of my shaft.
I can’t help it. As I begin to stroke myself, my mind turns to Kora, and the soft, delicious globes of her perfect ass. I think about the way it looked in those skimpy, oh-so-grown-up panties, and the way she whimpered as I pulled them down to bare her completely. She had seemed so embarrassed to be revealed like that, so concerned with her modesty. And although I had tried to stop myself, I did steal a peak at the place between her legs, and was delighted to find it shining with wetness.
If Kora were my mate, even those private, delicate little