d clapped down on her upturned ass with a resounding crack.
She wiggled, her satisfaction their game had begun warring with the initial shock of pain. She knew from experience it would wear off as soon as the blood rushed to the area—usually around two dozen spanks.
He stopped and rubbed away the sting, obviously in a forgiving mood. He slapped the other side and massaged.
She loved this—his domination. The closeness. The understanding between them of what she liked and how he liked to give it.
He continued with the slow cadence of slap and rub until she arched her bottom into his hand, eager for him to get on with either more punishment or pleasure. He took the hint and started spanking her in earnest, sending a delicious tingle of pain through her buttocks, which translated directly into heat in her core.
“You scared the vecking life out of me, Lamira,” he said, palm falling in a rapid cadence. “I don’t ever want to feel that way again.”
She let one of her legs slide open and off his lap, angling his hard knee between her legs to grind against. He lifted the knee and pulled her closer, still alternately spanking one cheek then the other.
“I’m going to be turning this beautiful bottom pink every night.”
She sighed in bliss, endorphins kicking in and mingling more pleasure into the mix of pain.
“Every night until I no longer remember the feeling of you leaving.”
“I love you!” she blurted.
He stopped spanking with a laugh. “Little Lamira, you make it impossible for me to punish you.”
She waggled her bottom in what she hoped was an enticing manner. “Keep going, master.”
He slapped her ass. “I’m not your master anymore. Just your mate.”
“You’ll always be my master. I like it that way. Remember?”
But Zander had had enough spanking. With her pregnancy, it was hard to get him to spank her for long or with anything other than his hand. He lifted her off his lap. “Hands and knees, love.”
She obeyed, climbing onto the middle of the sleepdisk with her ass in the air.
Zander growled in approval, following her and stripping off his tunic. He slapped her tingling cheek. “A spanking every night and then a nice long vecking to remind you who will always chase you when you run.”
“I won’t run!” she protested, and yelped when he slapped the back of her thigh. “I’m yours, Zander. Forever.”
“Mmm.” He stroked a huge hand up her back. The head of his cock nudged her entrance, and she arched and pushed back, desperate to feel him inside her. “You want this cock, my little mate?” He teased her outer lips, rubbing it over her slit.
“Yes,” she whined. “Please.”
He slid inside her, and she clamped down, muscles clenching with delicious pleasure.
“Ah, veck, Lamira,” he groaned. “You keep up that squeezing and this will be remarkably...brief.”
She laughed, a husky sound that didn’t even sound like her.
“You’re so vecking tight. So wet and swollen. So perfect for your master.” He slid out and pushed back in. “And I am still your master.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “You’ll always be my master. Ruler of my universe.”
Zander muttered a low curse and gripped her hips, pumping in and out, angling deep inside her to bump the bundle of nerves deep inside that set her on fire.
She mewled, toes curling, fingertips digging into the covers. “Zander, please.”
“Veck. You have to stop squeezing that sweet little...veeeeeeck.” Zander buried his cock, holding her hips to keep her ass pressed back against his loins as he came.
She shuddered in a climax, muscles squeezing around his cock, milking it for his rainbow-hued seed. “Zander,” she gasped.