her thighs. “Before you say anything, this isn’t a beating.”
“It’s punishment,” she countered, her hair falling in a curtain around her face.
“It is not punishment if you are aroused by it. That you can’t deny. The punishment comes when I don’t allow you to orgasm after.”
“Oh God,” she moaned, realizing quickly that I didn’t need to beat or harm her to have her comply.
“Call me master,” I repeated.
I gave her an out, a way to make the spanking stop, but she refused. “No.”
Pulling her bottom up into the air, I pushed two fingers deep inside her molten pussy and scissored them inside the tight channel. She bucked, her fingertips digging deeply into the muscles of my legs, but she did not try to move away. I slipped them from the wet heat. She whimpered. “Call me Master.”
“No.”
Rubbing my thumb along her clit, I found the sensitive flesh and plucked at it like I would a string, over and over until she was a panting, sweaty mess. But I did not allow her to come. Would not allow her to find release until she addressed me properly. “Who am I?”
“Isaak.”
My name on her lips brought me pleasure but was still an act of defiance. One my nature would not allow. Not here. Not now, with her naked body on display. She would surrender control. I would not lose this battle. Something told me if I allowed her even a small victory, I would never have the chance to make her truly mine again. She was too defiant. Too strong. She had to learn what was in her, what the testing had discovered she truly desired.
I had to conquer her here and now for that alone. But also because she may never give me another chance. Might choose another male on Trion. A worthy male. A fighter who had served the Coalition Fleet and earned his place by her side. Who would not push her to call him master.
No. I was too damn selfish to allow that. She was mine now. Mine.
“Do you wish to use your safe word?” I asked. She had yet to say it, which meant she was not opposed to the position in which she found herself.
“No.”
Reaching below my feet, I pulled a small footstool from beneath the sleeping mat, one just large enough for me to rest both booted feet upon when my legs were stretched out before me.
I lifted my feet and rested my heels on the stool. Legs straight before me and slightly down at an angle, I lifted my female so that she straddled my legs but facing away from me and toward my boots. Her breasts rested against my knees, her stomach covered my thighs, and her thighs wrapped around my hips. I stared down the length of her curves, the delicate line of her spine, the swells of her hips, the spread ass cheeks exposing the wettest, hottest pussy I’d ever seen. I pulled my cock free from the front of my pants. “Place your hands on my ankles, gara, and do not move unless I give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She shuddered at the tone of my voice, the command, her flesh rising in small, sensitive bumps as her body responded to me.
“Yes, Master,” I insisted.
She shook her head from side to side and buried her chin between my legs, refusing to answer me. Why this was so difficult for her, I did not know, but it was a battle I would win.
Lifting her hips, I placed my cock at her heated core and pulled her backward, toward me, sliding her onto my hard length like placing a sheath on a sword. She cried out, the delectable sound echoing off the walls of the room. Her inner walls clenched, the heat of her surrounding me. Her arousal coating my cock, dripping onto my balls.
She used her grip on my ankles to press back, trying to take more, to force my pace. But I would not move. Sweat dotted my brow. “No, gara. I am not going to fuck you. Not yet. Not until you call me master.”
“No.”
Cock buried deep, I held completely still as she wiggled her hips. Writhed. Tried to gain position. Friction. Motion. I denied her. And myself.
Sliding my hands down her sides, I reached beneath her and cupped her breasts, found the rings and chain there. Tugged gently when she tried to move away.
“Oh, God.” Her groan was accompanied by the walls of her pussy clamping down