Fated Mate Conquered - Luna Voss Page 0,8

holes between her thighs would belong to me.

Fuck, I want her so badly. I want to do more than just steal peeks at her perfect cunt as I deliver spankings. I want to own it. And the tight, forbidden hole next to it, too. I want to lay claim to her young, supple body, hear her moan as I push myself inside her, feel her flesh quiver as I thrust and fill her with my cum. I want to mark my territory, have her know that she belongs to me.

The thought of Kora standing in the corner of the guestroom, her bottom stinging and exposed on my orders, fills me with satisfaction. I keep rubbing my cock, the pleasure mounting. When I go back into that guest room, she’ll be exactly where I left her, panties around her ankles. Either that, or I’ll punish her again for her disobedience. Either is fine with me.

I groan out loud as I reach climax and thick, warm cum starts to shoot out of my cock.

I wish I could be coming inside Kora.

My breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as my orgasm continues and then fades, leaving me with a head full of swirling thoughts, as well as a mess to clean up.

When I leave the room a couple minutes later to end Kora’s punishment, the storm of my thoughts has died down, replaced by the singular clarity that only an orgasm can bring. Kora is too young for me, too pure, too innocent. It’s not fair to either of us for me to be thinking about her this way. I may feel what I feel, but that doesn’t mean I have to act on it. I’m a man of the Vostra. I have control.

From now on, I’ll keep my distance from Kora.

4

Kora

I don’t like standing in the corner. I don’t like it at all. It makes me feel so embarrassed, so vulnerable, so childish. Having to do it with my panties around my ankles and my freshly-spanked bottom on display is even worse. I don’t even know how long I’ve been standing here. Realistically, I don’t think it’s been more than about 10 minutes, but it feels like hours. Being in this position is humiliating. Thankfully, Turan shut the door behind him when he left the room, but the idea of someone walking in and seeing me like this makes me want to crawl into a little hole and disappear.

I’m pretty sure this punishment is worse than the spanking.

Actually, I’m sure it is. Because when I look back at the spanking now, my emotions around it are more mixed than they were before. It’s not that I enjoyed it. Far from it. But in a weird way, I almost think it would have felt worse if Turan had just meekly tolerated the defiant way I was talking back to him, much less my rule-breaking. For some reason, knowing that he won’t hesitate to enforce consequences for my misbehavior attracts me to him. It makes me feel safe around him. What the fuck is that about?

Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m happy standing here with a sore bottom. I’m not. It stings. I don’t dare violate Turan’s orders about pulling up my panties, I do allow myself to rub my butt as I stand in the corner, which soothes it slightly.

Click. The door opens suddenly, and I hurry to move my hands back to my sides.

“Have you learned your lesson, Kora?” I hear Turan’s voice from behind me.

“Yes,” I say softly, realizing too late that I forgot to call him sir.

“Good,” says Turan’s voice. “Your punishment is over. You’re free to go whenever you are ready.”

Then the door closes, and the Vostra captain is gone.

I pull up my underwear and fix my skirt, suddenly overcome by a weird emotion that feels almost like… rejection? Could that be right?

Between rubbing my butt when Turan came in, and forgetting to call him sir, I now feel like I’ve now broken two of his expectations. And yet instead of disciplining me for it, he just walked out of the room with barely a word to me. No correction, no punishment, no stern words. Nothing. Like he doesn’t even care.

I don’t know why, but that hurts. It feels like somehow, in the time I was standing in the corner, I stopped mattering to him. And now he’s done with me.

I let myself out of the guest room, grateful that no one is in the hallway to witness