Series: Zandian Brides Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
She obeys, looking at me for approval.
“Now show me how you touched yourself before. When you were alone.”
“Daven, I can’t!” She tries to sit up.
“No, back down.” I gently but firmly press her shoulders back until she’s lying down, once again. “I’m the master, Sia, and that’s an order. Of course, we can utilize the strap for incentive.”
I reach for the supple spanking strap that I used earlier. “Shall we?”
“No, I…”
Before she can finish the sentence, I twist her around and pull her over my lap. “Let’s start with ten because you hesitated. Next time it will be fifteen.” I raise my hand and bring the strap down firmly across both ass cheeks.
She squeals and squirms.
“You know better,” I chide, spanking again. “Your job is to stay still and accept your punishment. And say, thank you, Master.”
I spank her again.
“Thank you, Master!” she manages as I spank again and again.
By the time I’ve given her ten, her ass is a nice bright pink; the thin panties did nothing to protect her soft skin.
She moans softly, and I toss the strap next to her and rub her buttocks to soothe the sting.
“Just a little reminder,” I whisper, putting one hand on her neck. “Of what happens to naughty little humans.”
“I’m sorry, Master,” she breathes, bucking her hips up at my hand. “Please forgive me.”
Veck, but I already have! My cock is rigid, throbbing to take her beautiful little body.
“Then show me how sorry you are,” I suggest. “Flip back over, spread those legs, and touch yourself like I asked.”
She hesitates for a split second, but then she does as she’s told. Her fingers move tentatively as she pushes aside the fabric of her panties and slides her hand underneath. At first, she doesn’t move–she just leaves her small hand there on top of her pussy.
Finally she starts to rub softly. Her thighs are stiff, though–she’s nervous.
“It’s okay, Sia.” I run my hands down her shoulders then move closer, so I can play with her nipples. “Do what feels good. Show me.”
I can’t vecking stand waiting–all I want to do is stick my cock into her tight little pussy, but it’s incredible to tease her like this and prolong the suspense for both of us.
Finally she reaches with her index finger and rubs her clit. A small moan escapes her lips, and she tenses up again.
“Keep going,” I murmur, flicking a nipple.
“Daven,” she whispers. I contemplate commanding her to look at me, but that might be too much for her right now.
For a few minutes, the only sound in the room is her breathing and mine, both of our breaths becoming more labored, as she rubs her labia and clit. At first she’s gentle, soft. But soon enough she’s starting to thrust her hips up into her hand, and making little breathy sounds like she wants to come.
“That’s enough.” My voice rings out, startling Sia, and she gasps, her fingers still between her legs.
“Now it’s my turn to play. Lose the panties.” I flick the waistband of the damp fabric.
She complies, wiggling her body to get them down, then hands them to me.
“Maybe I should gag you with these,” I suggest, smiling as she makes a sound of alarm. “But not this time. I want to hear every vecking sound you make, Sia. And I expect you’re going to be very vocal when I veck your pretty little ass.”
“But I thought…”
“I said I was going to jump ahead.”
“So you don’t want…my tits?” She sounds confused, nervous and aroused all at once.
“Well, Sia, maybe I’ll press your pretty tits together and squeeze them around my cock, veck them for a while first.” I straddle her body, moving into position. “You hold them. Yes, little human, like that, just like that.”
I help her get the angle just right, then I drive my cock between them. “Missing one thing.”
I reach down and swipe my fingers along her pussy, to moisten all of my fingertips. She’s so wet!
I rub her own arousal on her breasts, repeating the action until there’s plenty of lubrication. “Much better.” I thrust in. “Veck, Sia, you feel so good.” I grunt and push again, enjoying the feel of her delicate skin and firm body. She whines and bucks her hips along with mine, as if it feels good for her, too. As if her pussy feels too empty. I scent her arousal grow stronger.
I think about letting her come, too, but decide that she’s going to wait. She was bad, after all, and this is hardly the worse punishment a human could have.
“I was going to take your ass already, but this feels so good, I’ll finish here,” I growl. “Tell me you’re mine, Sia. Say it.”
“Daven, I’m yours.” Her soft breathy voice goes straight to my cock.
“Again.” I thrust harder. “Veck, Sia, I’m going to cum.”