Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
BLAM!
It discharges. The trigger is old. Fortunately for us all, he had the barrel pointed upwards, so instead of being shot, I’m just covered in the soft dust of old wood and plaster crumbling around the new hole in the ceiling. It’s a testimony to our rich family history of gun play that it is not the only slug hole above our heads, though it does have the distinction of being the newest.
I watch as the dust gets in Azlan’s mane, only serving to piss him off all the more.
“Hey. You should probably let me handle that,” I say. “It’s temperamental, and we wouldn’t want someone getting hurt from improper handling, would we?”
Azlan lets out an unimpressed growl and puts the gun down on the kitchen table, business end pointed away from the pair of us.
“You don’t use this. You don’t use anything. You…”
I interrupt his tirade, just so he doesn’t have to waste his energy telling me not to do something I am absolutely going to do.
“I’ll defend myself as I see fit.”
He swings me through the air, and it’s kind of fun for a second, then I land over his lap and I stop having fun.
“I can’t seem to get through to you with logic. Let’s see if this makes a difference.”
Before I can ask him what the fuck he is doing, his palm lands over my ass in a hard slap that makes me curse the filthiest word I know. He has taken a seat in my favorite kitchen chair, and he is punishing me like a bad little girl. My body is flooded with heat, pain, and outrage.
How fucking dare he?
Azlan
Ava squirms and curses over my lap, making it clear I need to make more of an impression. The proper response to a spanking should be contrition and submission, and so far all I’m getting is cursing and bucking as she tries to fight her way off my lap. That’s not happening. Once I have naughty prey in my grasp, I don’t let it go.
I toss up her nightgown, baring her thighs and her ass, and her pretty sex. I wish I was inside her instead of punishing her, but I cannot lie to myself. Seeing her laid out over my knee with her sassy, disobedient hindquarters turning a pleasant shade of pink does give me a sexual charge.
I have tried to spare her the brunt of my domination. I know she is brave, bold, and independent — but sometimes, she just needs to do as she is told. If I have to train some obedience into her, so be it. The stakes are impossibly high now that my brothers are here. We are no longer living in an idyllic backwater. They have brought all the danger of my world with them, their agendas and their expectations.
I should have been firmer with Ava from the beginning. I should have made it clear how she should behave. But I tolerated her independence and her sass, because, well, I liked it. I still like it. I just don’t have the luxury of allowing it anymore.
“What the fuck are you doing!?” she gasps, outraged, once she gets her breath back.
“I am teaching you a lesson.”
“The fuck lesson is this?”
I stop for a moment, because she is confused, and I do not want that.
“The lesson, Ava, is that when we are in Leonid territory, as your home just became, you have to obey me as my mate. It’s a matter of life and death. My brothers will respect you if you carry yourself as my mate. If you are reckless and rebellious, they may try to teach you respect — and they will not spank you. I come from a cruel word. I would rather not be cruel with you.”
“You’d let them touch me?”
“Never,” I growl. “But if you go out without me and throw yourself into their midst, I cannot protect you. Do you understand? Or am I going to have to keep making you understand?”
She hesitates, and that tells me all I need to know. Ava is now in danger, and I will thrash her if I have to in order to get her obedience.
She starts to curse and wail with every slap that lands on her now bright red rear. I note that she’s not promising to behave herself, though. She’s not apologizing for her recklessness in taking an ancient weapon to a Leonid fight, and she’s not making any sound whatsoever that could be in any way interpreted as understanding my reasons for punishing her now.
“Okay, for fuck’s sake!” she finally screams after a good dozen slaps have rained down on her bare ass, bright red and bearing the marks of my palm here and there where I was perhaps not as careful as I should have been. “Stop! Azlan!”