Chapter 14
Raiza
I trembled as I waited for him to approach.
When he reached out to touch me, I tensed, not with fear but with anticipation.
I breathed in deeply, allowing his heady scent to surround me and hold me captive.
A part of me felt as though I was sinking before him, and I wondered if my soul was bowing to him in a way.
My fingers found the collar at my throat without my meaning them to.
His fingertips brushed against my collarbone, making me shiver. I lifted my eyes to search his. There was no missing the sheer appreciation in his smoldering gaze, and it made me feel incredibly special.
He grasped my upper arms firmly and cleared his throat.
“You belong to me,” he growled, and his gaze darkened.
I shivered as he took my fingers within his. He took a step backwards and led me toward the bed. He pulled me over his lap, and I went willingly. He angled me forward so that I was situated over one thigh, while his other leg pinned over the backs of mine.
It was comforting and nerve-racking at the same time.
His palm glided over my naked backside, and I trembled. I couldn’t kick or really squirm over his lap like this, but I could move enough to lift my bottom so that it pressed against his hand.
“Please punish me,” I asked quietly. My voice shook, but I needed this as much as he did. His palm squeezed my backside. I chewed the inside of my cheek, waiting for the first strike. I shimmied my thighs against one another as much as I could. I was already soaking wet.
“I promise you I will. By the time I’m through with you, every single one of your pretty holes is going to be very sore. I mean to make you one very sorry little pet tonight,” he growled, and my inner walls clenched tight.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
His fingers slipped in between my thighs. I whimpered with shame, knowing what he’d find.
“Please, make me yours, sir,” I begged. He slipped his fingers free from my pussy and returned them to my backside.
I curled my body around him as much as I could.
One of his hands settled on my hip, holding me down in the process.
My muscles tensed nervously, but he just continued to glide his fingers teasingly over my bare flesh.
I gasped when he lifted his hand and patted my bottom lightly. He did that several times as if he was trying to lull me into a relaxed state and when I eventually grew comfortable, he slapped my backside hard.
I bit my lower lip to keep quiet.
His palm bit into my right cheek and then the left, going too swiftly for me to have any hope of keeping silent for very long.
Almost immediately, I squeaked in surprise at the vivid intensity.
My fingers curled into tight little fists, balling the sheets beneath me inside them.
I squeezed hard enough that my knuckles started to turn white, and I breathed in deep.
That made it easier to take, but only slightly.
I lifted my bottom, trying to show him that I meant well, and I would take what he gave me, but the longer the spanking went on, the more I realized I wasn’t certain if I could.
His palm was vicious, branding into my backside over and over again. There wasn’t a single place of my bottom that he missed and when he moved down to punish my thighs, I was more than overwhelmed by the constant cruel sting that radiated across my vulnerable flesh.
I whimpered, but that didn’t deter him. If anything, it made him spank me harder. He spent an inordinate amount of time punishing the place where my thighs met the lower curve of my backside, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sit comfortably for a good long while after he was through with me.
For some reason, that gave me relief.
My clit pulsed. I squirmed just the slightest bit, enough for him to notice. Quickly, he shifted my body so that his thigh pressed directly between my legs.
“Do you want to come, my sweet mate?” he coaxed. His hand didn’t stop punishing me, the sting kept burning and my core kept squeezing tighter and tighter.
I ground my clit against the firmness of his thigh, too embarrassed to answer that my spanking was turning me on more than it probably should.
He slapped the folds of my pussy lightly now that it was exposed in this new position, and I gasped as a sharp flash of pain blossomed across my most sensitive flesh.
I shuddered and a twisted part of me hoped that he would do it again.
He did, only harder.
“Yes! Please!” I finally pleaded, which only earned me a flurry of slaps across my sore pussy. I cried out and he cruelly shoved his fingers against my folds. I moaned in both misery and pleasure, trying to grapple with the stinging sensations radiating through me.
I wanted it to stop.
I wanted more.
He roughly pushed forward and teased my clit directly.
I shuddered greedily, pushing into his touch.
Intense pleasure billowed out from my core and just when I thought it would be too much to bear, he pulled his hand away and I cried out with disappointment.
The harsh edge of denial was almost crueler than the spanking itself, but when his palm started punishing me once more, I wasn’t sure anymore.
My need escalated further, heating every inch of my body. The spanking got harder and soon, the pain outweighed the pleasure that came along with it. My body still sought out his touch, rising to meet each spank as if I needed it, because maybe I did.
The roller coaster of varying pleasures and brutal pain was a rough one. I rode it because I didn’t have a choice.
“This little bottom is so very beautiful when I paint it bright red,” Talyn exclaimed, and I ground my clit into his thigh once more. He paused and I took a breath, thinking it was all over. I opened my eyes, only to feel a cool, rounded object pressing against my backside.
I stilled.
“Sir?” I asked nervously.
“This next part is going to ensure that you never forget this lesson over my knee tonight,” he vowed.
“What is that?” My voice was quivering.
“A wooden spoon. It’s one I haven’t had the pleasure of cooking with yet, but I think I have a much better use for it now,” he replied, and I groaned. Without thinking, I reached back with my right hand, and he quickly pinned it against my waist.
He cracked the spoon against my backside for the first time and I stiffened immediately. The sting was so much sharper than his palm. I yelped right away.
The spanking with his hand had only been the beginning.
The real punishment would be with the wooden spoon.
He popped it against my bottom again and I squealed, fighting to break free. His hold was too strong, however, and the paddling that I knew I deserved really started.
The spoon was vicious, cracking against my bare backside at a brutal pace. There was no getting used to its harsh sting and before long, I began to beg for his mercy.
He didn’t give it, but I hadn’t expected him to.
I closed my eyes, trying not to cry and knowing that he was probably spanking me this hard with that exact endpoint in mind.
I tried to fight it, I really did, but my eyes started watering despite everything I did to stop them.
I sniffled and tried to breathe through it, but the spoon was relentless.
He started using the spoon against the backs of my thighs.
All my efforts to keep calm flew out the window. I gasped as my breath hitched and the first strangled sob flew free from my lips. I tried to blink back my tears, but they started to drip down my cheeks anyway.
Before long, I was openly crying even as the spoon continued to punish me. He carefully pressed it against my pussy, and I cried out, but I knew I couldn’t stop it now.
“You’re going to take three on this tender little pussy and then your spanking will be over. Understand me, my pet?” he said darkly. He released my hand and wound his around my waist, lifting me up high enough so that the spoon could have direct access to all of me.
I swallowed anxiously.
“Yes, sir,” I sobbed. Wanting to show him that I was his obedient human, I arched up, and he popped the back of the spoon against my pussy hard enough to make my thighs tighten reflexively and a strangled cry escape my lips.
Those few smacks came slowly, as if he was giving me time for the full stinging effect of the spoon to wash over me after each one.
When it came time for the third, he situated it directly on top of my clit. I wailed at the insinuation of his intention, but his hold on my hip was firm.
“Last one, little one. I want you to really remember that this beautiful little body is mine to do with as I please,” he guided, and I wrapped my fingers around his forearm as he held my hand behind my back.
I whined nervously.
“I wouldn’t give you any more than you can take, Raiza,” he purred, and I relaxed a little bit more. Eventually, I opened my thighs a bit wider, trying to show him I was his good, obedient mate.
“Please, sir,” I finally begged.
He spanked my clit hard. The pain was instant, the sting radiating across my tender flesh with wild abandon. A fresh sob tore through me, and my legs trembled as they squeezed around his thigh. My hips rolled along with the vicious burn, and I hardly noticed when he put the spoon down on the bed.
When the overwhelming agony crested and eventually began to lessen, my tears fell in waves. With quick intent, his arms surrounded me and pulled me up into his lap. I fidgeted, having difficulty getting comfortable when my backside was still that sore.
I pressed my cheek into his neck. I found myself smiling through my tears, happy that I was safe in his arms and a part of his world.
I’d found my place.
I was his. His pet. The thing I’d been since the day he’d closed that collar around my throat, whether I’d admitted it or not.
My tears were still wet on my face when he reached over to the bedside table without a word.