Darkest Desire (Kindred Tales – The Twisted System #2) Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi Tags Authors: Series: Kindred Tales - The Twisted System Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
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“The Kindred don’t punish their women,” he said. “And they certainly don’t take pleasure in punishment.”

“What if the woman in question deserves a punishment? What if she wants to be punished?” Phoebe demanded.

She rose from the couch and for a minute, he was afraid she was going to storm out of his suite. He couldn’t let her do that—he might not be sure about breeding her himself, but he was damn sure not going to let any other male do it! Just the thought of Phoebe with another male made a low, possessive growl rise in his throat.

Reaching for her arm, he pulled her back towards him.

“Where exactly do you think you’re going?”

“Nowhere, Sir,” she snapped, a defiant light in her eyes.

She pulled free of his grip and turned to face him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she threw a leg over his and straddled him. Before Sirex knew it, she was in his lap, looking challengingly into his eyes.

“Phoebe? What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.

“Giving you a reason to punish me, Sir,” she purred and began to unbutton her blouse.

Sirex tried not to look as her beautiful full breasts were exposed, but it was a losing battle. Especially when the silver rings in her tight, berry-dark nipples appeared.

“Punish me, Sir,” Phoebe went on, thrusting her breasts in his face. “I think you should. Wouldn’t you agree that I’m being a very bad girl?”

Something inside him seemed to give way. Grabbing her arms, he pulled them behind her back. Imprisoning both her wrists in one of his own large hands, he glared at her.

“I won’t be taunted into acting like a Broken One,” he growled. “I had to spank you in the palace to keep you from an even worse fate. But I have no reason to do it now.”

“How’s this for a reason?” Phoebe rubbed herself against him, her skirt rising up so she could press her pussy against the aching ridge of his larger shaft. Because yes, Gods damn it—he was fucking hard, even though he didn’t want to be!

Sirex could feel her heat, even through the leather of his own trousers and the thin panel of cloth that barely covered her soft sex. Gods, he wanted to touch her there so badly…to taste her sweet juices again…to make her moan his name…

Phoebe seemed to read his mind because she redoubled her efforts, grinding against him again as she thrust her bare breasts into his face.

“Come on—spank me, Sir,” she taunted him. “I’m not afraid of you—not afraid of getting spanked. And afterwards you can feel my pussy—you can feel how wet I am and see how much I enjoyed your punishment.”

All of her sexual taunting was too fucking much! Sirex felt the control he’d been holding onto finally snap.

“All right,” he growled. “You asked for this!”

Pulling her off of him, he turned her around and flipped her over his knee. Raising her skirt and yanking down her lacy white panties, he bared the luscious globes of her ass.

“Hey!” Phoebe struggled in his lap, but he subdued her easily.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he growled. “I thought you wanted to get spanked?”

“But not too hard!” she protested, writhing in his lap. “I just—ouch!”

For Sirex had let the first blow fall with stinging force on her bare backside.

“We’re going to do what we did in the palace,” he told her, his hand hovering over her luscious ass. “You’re going to count and then, after every blow you’re going to say you’re sorry.”

“Or what?” she demanded, still squirming in his lap in a way that made his shaft even harder.

“Or you’ll be even sorrier!” Sirex promised grimly. “Now here we go!”

He brought down his hand again, feeling both his shafts surge as she writhed and squirmed, moaning his name.

“Count it,” Sirex told her. “And say you’re sorry for tempting me.”

“One,” she moaned.

“Good. And where’s your apology?” Sirex asked. When she hesitated he added, “Or should I start from ‘one’ again?”

“No, please!” She twisted her head around to look at him. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Sorry for what?” Sirex demanded.

“Sorry for teasing you with my breasts, Sir,” she moaned.

“Good. Then we can go on.” He smacked her bare ass again and then waited until she gasped,

“Two.”

“And?” Sirex prompted.

“And I’m sorry I sat in your lap and rubbed my pussy against you,” she moaned.

“Good.” He gave her another stinging slap.

“Three!” she cried. “I’m sorry I teased you about spanking me!”

Sirex went on, making her count to ten and apologize after every blow. He couldn’t stop his shafts from throbbing with every blow and every cry. At the end, Phoebe was writhing on his lap and moaning steadily, but he still couldn’t believe she was actually enjoying the punishment.

“Enough, Sir!” she begged at last. “I’m sorry—I’ve learned my lesson!”

“I don’t know if you have,” Sirex said sternly. But he repositioned her so that she was straddling his lap again. Her panties had been pulled off during the spanking so this time when her skirt rode up, her soft little pussy was fully on display.


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