Over His Knee (Planet Double Dick #10)

PART TEN

King Athos

My new mate, upended over my lap, weighs no more than a young bird; she’s flapping like one too.

I pin her closer. “Stop that, Queen Visha.”

She squeals in frustration and grips the material of my pants in her hot little fists. “I am warning you—” she yells.

“No, I warned you.” I caress her buttocks. They are unimaginably smooth and pale and the flesh moves slightly under my touch.

My cocks tingle and my heart rate picks up. This first look at her body, a body I am keen to learn more about, play with, give pleasure to, has been highly anticipated.

But this isn’t about pleasure, this is about her understanding that I am king and she is queen—this is her home now and she must serve her people and me appropriately.

“You made me come hunting for you in the dead of night,” I say, tracing the warm crease of her buttocks.

She kicks her small heels up to try and bat me away. “You should have let me go.”

“Your plan had so many flaws, I cannot believe you thought it might work.”

“A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do.”

“And you need to stay here.” I tickle the under-crease of her buttocks, first the left and then the right.

She grips me tighter and trembles.

A smile tugs my lips, she is sensitive there. Useful information.

“Athos,” she says breathily. “Let me go.”

“No. I have been led to believe that a spanking is in order for some Earth women, and this seems to be exactly that occasion.” I raise my hand, eye my target, and then bring it down. The smack of flesh on flesh rattles around the room and she jolts beneath the strike.

“Oh!” she cries out. “Athos!”

I rub the flesh of her right buttock. It is pinking already and I am surprised to see the shape of my hand, fingers included emerging. That wasn’t something I’d been expecting.

I decide to imprint her left buttock and drop another spank there. I’m not gentle and my palm stings with the connection.

Again she cries out and this time squirms and drags on my pants. Tossing her head from side to side.

“We have just got started,” I say, stroking the crack of her cheeks again. She’s warm and smells of petals and I want to explore more, lower, deeper, inside, but I resist.

“You are a brute,” she snaps, her hair sliding farther forward until the ends lie on the floor. “You know that.”

“Perhaps. But I am also a soul who wishes his mate to be happy and safe and this takes me part way to achieving that.” I smack her bottom again and again, a fast slappy rhythm that turns her ever pinker.

I am mesmerized by the sharp color of her flesh. It is so delicate and erotic, like the suns on their last seconds before disappearing. My cocks grow ever harder and my tail lifts from the floor and points at the ceiling, the tip quivering in excitement.

She is gasping and writhing but I don’t let up. This spanking will be the one and only she ever has to endure if she submits to her destiny from this point on.

A destiny she chose…mostly. I did have something to do with her being queen when I claimed her from her original recipient male.

She bucks on my lap and her body rubs against my cocks. Still I spank her, not with as much force now. Her behind has flushed from pink to red and I connect with sharp little taps that have her both gasping and moaning.

I hold in a groan as my need to mate after so many years begins to prod at my entire body.

But this is not the time.

“Oh…please…no more…” There is a sweet pleading in her voice.

Surrender.

So I stop and again caress her buttocks. I take my time, there is no rush, she is mine to play with. Her flesh is on fire, competing with the heat of my own right palm.

I learn her shape, committing it to memory. Earth women have very beautiful rears I am learning.

She is flopped over me, still now, as she catches her breath.

I can hear my own pulse in my ears as I stroke down her thighs to her knees and back again. My tail winds over her lower legs, her skin sliding on mine, as I clasp her closer.

She trembles and groans and I tickle over the cute indents at the base of her spine.

“Oh…” Her spine arches and her head rises.

I sense a shift in her sensations and again slide my fingers down the hot crack of her ass cheeks. But this time I keep on going, probing into her private mating place.

She catches her breath and her toes curl.

She hasn’t told me to stop so I keep on going.

Lust shoots into my purple blood as heated dampness surrounds my fingers. She’s soft and puffy and wet and the feel of her on my fingertips thrills me.

“Athos…what are you…?”

“I have heard about the clitoris Earth women possess. I wish to find it.” And I will not wait another moment.

“Oh God…” she groans and parts her thighs a little as though in invitation.

I can smell her arousal now. It’s both musky and sugary at the same time and I breathe deep letting it lace my tongue. I slip lower through the folds of her pussy to the spot we have been informed brings our new mates to climax.

I am greeted with a small bud, swollen from the flesh surrounding it, and smooth to the touch. I stroke over it and then swirl my fingers around the hardness in a circle the way I have been advised.

“Ah…there…” She moans and a full-body tremble attacks her. “Yes.”

I smile. Utterly fascinated by the result of that one small touch and a gentle rhythmic movement. “I have found it.”

She doesn’t answer but she doesn’t need to. I know I have hit the spot.

And I keep working it, a steady pace that has her hips canting back and forth, grinding for the touch.

Her body massages my cocks and my ball tightens. To have my cocks deep inside her as she reacts like this to stimulus would be so exciting. It would be my dreams come true.

“You like that, my queen?” I say, my hand damp now and my brow perspiring.

Her groan tells me she does.

The marked flesh on her ass is quivering and her body is alive as though she is riding toward an explosion.

I realize she is preparing to climax.

And that is not a punishment; at least not from what I have heard about the pleasure of a female orgasm.

I stop. Pull my hand away and reach for her shoulders.

I drag her upright so she is sitting on my lap.

Her hair is a mass of curls falling over her face and she sways and grips me. “Oh…I…” Her eyes are a little glazed.

“I’ve got you,” I say.

“Why did you…?” She is breathless. “Why did you…? I was just about to…”

“Orgasm?”

“You know I was.”

“I don’t. This is as new to me as it is to you. Our women didn’t climax during mating. But an orgasm is not part of your punishment.”

“You are even more of a brute than I thought.” She pushes to standing and drags down her gown to cover her nakedness. “A terrible bully of a brute, you know that.”

“I am your king.” I stand, my cocks pressing against my pants uncomfortably. “Do not disrespect me.”

“If you want my respect you’ll have to earn it.”

Defiance laces her words and I wonder if I have taught her anything with that spanking. “You really are pushing me.” I curl my hands over her shoulders, step behind her, and guide her into the corner of the room. I’m insistent. She has no choice but to move under my direction.

“What are you doing?” she demands.

“You will stand there, in the corner, and think about why you deserved a spanking,” I grind out against her pointy little ear.

“And you will understand that never again will you do anything that might risk your safety. You are here now, at great expense, risk, and technology, and your wellbeing is my responsibility.”

“Which is why you have left me hanging when I was just about to come.” Tension crackles in her voice.

“Come?”

“Orgasm. My orgasm was coming.”

“That is life, Visha. That is life.”

Visha

I am furious with Athos. First for the spanking and then for fingering my clit until the very moment the pressure was about to overspill and grip me in an orgasm.

It would have been a great orgasm too. My body was on fire, the spanking had me writhing for something I didn’t even know I needed, and his clever fingers had gone straight for the prize.

“Stay there,” he says hotly against my ear. “Until I allow you to come out of the corner.”

Fuck it. I grab my tunic with one hand and pull it up to my waist. I then widen my thighs, slap my free hand on the white wall, fingers spread, and find my clit.

I groan and circle it, letting my head fall back in bliss.

Instantly the pressure is there again, I am so turned on. And I’ll finish myself off if he won’t do it.

“What are you doing?” he demands.

I don’t answer. He’s fading away; everything is fading, as I climb to orgasm. I let my head fall back, eyes closed, and lock my knees.

My burning ass is tingling and I’m wet between my thighs. This will help me forget my situation.

“Ah fuck yes…” I moan and then bite my bottom lip as I catch a glorious wave that will take me all the way.

There will be no stopping this time. I will come hard and fast and just the way I want to.

“Visha,” he whispers, his hand curling around my nape, fingers tightly possessive. “You are disobeying me.”

I snatch my breath at the dominant hold. My climax is almost there. It’s a big ball of burning bliss about to smash into me and I hover for a moment, fretting my clit, before it collides.

A guttural groan tears from my throat and my pussy clenches around nothing, my clit bobbing under my busy fingers.

My skin pricks with sensation and I drag out the white-hot pleasure careering around my body. I shake and almost sink to the floor but he holds me up, his arm around my waist now and my back to his wide chest.

“You orgasmed,” he says, his lips moving against my temple. “Didn’t you?”

“Yes. I needed to.” I am panting. “You had me so close and then stopped, you left me hanging.”

“And that is painful for you?” He appears genuinely curious. “If I do that?”

“I guess it is…in a way.”

“Then I am sorry, my queen.” He turns me within his arms. “I wasn’t informed of that detail about Earth women.”