Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I lift my hand and swat her left cheek. Without pausing, I switch to her right cheek and then back to her left again. I can hear her whimpering, but she doesn’t fight me. I know she’s confused, frustrated, and a bit angry, but she needs to learn that I will be firm with her. I’m establishing a dynamic that will last for our entire lives.
I know her instinct is to submit to me, but she’s never tapped into that inclination before she met me. There’s undoubtedly a lot going on in her head.
When I switch my attention to that sweet spot near her thighs, she arches her bottom into the air and moans.
My cock stiffens against her hip. She’s irresistible when she’s aroused, and that’s how it’s supposed to be. Fate put her in my path and meant for us to bond. She does not make mistakes, and even though I’m scared for my Little girl to undergo surgery, I know in my heart Dankin will fix her. He has to. There are no other options.
I switch back and forth, spanking Clara’s bottom in a way that burns and stings while allowing my palm to occasionally strike the spot where she’s learning to crave my attention. I end with four slaps at the base of her pretty pink bottom and lift my hand up.
My instinct is to rub her heated skin. I want to feel the warm smoothness against my palm, but my Little girl needs to spend some time absorbing the burning sting. I didn’t go easy on her. She’s now aware of what will happen when she disobeys me.
I know I’ve done the right thing because she’s panting and squirming against me. Her essence fills the room. She could come with one stroke to her pussy.
Chapter Seven
Clara
My ass is on fire, and I’ve never had more conflicting emotions running through me in my life. The burn is intense. I want to scream at Kalbrac for hitting me. He had no right. On my planet, women do not get punished like this.
I’m angry that he had the gall to strong-arm me. He outweighs me by more than double. There’s no way I could ever stop him from getting his way. It’s maddening.
But even more frustrating is the fact that looming larger than the pain and aggravation is this intense arousal that’s growing by the second and smothering my other emotions.
My clit is throbbing harder than it has since I first woke up in his arms. My channel clenches over and over around nothing. I can smell Kalbrac’s arousal, too. He wants me as badly as I want him. It’s illogical.
I need him to touch me, and I’m too stubborn to ask for what I crave. Also I want to slap him. I can’t do anything of the sort from this position. He’s still holding me down against his thighs. He has my wrists gripped firmly with one of his huge hands.
I’m naked, and my pussy is dripping, and damn him, but he knows it. He knows everything. He has some sort of super-senses. He’s hyper-aware of my arousal. I can hear him inhaling over and over as if the exertion from spanking me winded him. It’s not that. It’s his desire to take me.
Neither of us has spoken yet, and Papi is the first to break the silence. He sets his palm low on my thigh and slides it upward, his fingers teasing my sensitive skin as he clears his throat. “Such a good girl,” he praises.
His words are unexpected. I wouldn’t think anything I did could be described as good behavior, not in his mind anyway.
I hold my breath as his fingers slowly grow closer to my pussy, but before he reaches the spot I most need him to connect with, he stops and pulls against my skin slightly, causing my lower lips to part.
I gasp as the air in the room hits my wet folds. I arch my head up so high that my nipples graze against his thigh. And the keening noise that comes out of me makes my face heat. I’m mortified by my reaction.
His fingers move slightly closer, and he gives another tug against my skin, parting me farther, opening me up.
I grit my teeth as another moan leaves my lips. Dammit. Why can’t I control my reaction to him? There are forces at work here beyond my control. I know it. Not just the lingering effects of the serum he injected me with. It’s more than that. It’s an animalistic mating call or something.
I can’t deny the draw, the growing need. I want him to drag me under him and take me from behind in a show of deep dominance. I crave it like my next breath. The feeling is increasing with every passing moment. I can’t stop it. The burning sting all over my ass only heightens my arousal as if the two are connected.