36. Sirex

36

SIREX

A little later, in his suite, Sirex was beginning to wonder about his resolution.

"I'm sorry," he said as he paced in front of the couch where she was sitting. "But you need me to what?" He was sure he must have heard her wrong.

"I said, I need you to breed me." Phoebe's lovely face was a mask of embarrassment and shame. "I know it's a lot to ask," she added quickly. "But the Head Priestess, Nadia, said it's the only way to cure the Breeding Fever caused by touching The Finger of the Goddess. She also said to tell you that it's not necessary for us to Bond if you don't want to. Which I'm sure you don't?—"

"I never said I didn't want to Bond with you," Sirex interrupted, frowning.

"Really?" She looked up in apparent surprise.

"Really." He knelt by the couch and cupped her face in his hands. "I would love to Bond with you, baby—I wish I could."

"You wish you could? Why can't you?" she demanded.

Sirex sighed and withdrew his hands.

"Because I don't trust myself. I'm afraid if I was Bonded to a female, the Scourge side of me would come out—perhaps even take over entirely," he growled. "I'm afraid I would eventually hurt any mate that I took."

"Because you think you're a ‘Broken One'—right?" she asked, frowning.

"I don't just think it—after this last mission I know it," Sirex said heavily, rising to sit beside her on the couch.

"Why? Because you spanked me?" she demanded, turning to face him.

"No, because I enjoyed spanking you," he admitted in a low voice. "I enjoyed punishing you. Only a Broken One would enjoy that—punishing a female."

"Did it ever occur to you that I enjoyed it too?" she demanded.

"What?" he frowned at her. "What do you mean?"

"Just what I said. My pussy was wet as hell after that spanking and I think you know why—because I like punishment as much as you do!"

"No, you don't," Sirex growled.

"Yes, I do. People do enjoy this kind of thing you know—we humans even have a name for it—BDSM. There are clubs where you can go to practice it on Earth."

Sirex frowned.

"That doesn't do a damn thing to change my mind—I know what bastards human males can be. I've heard how they rape and beat their females whenever the desire takes them!"

"Not all human males do that," she protested. "And anyway, true BDSM is all about safe, sane, and consensual sex…damn it, you're not hearing a word I'm saying, are you?"

Sirex shook his head. If she thought she was going to convince him he wasn't a Broken One by offering examples of humans who clearly were also Broken, she was wrong.

"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.

"Thank you for letting me sit up, Sir." She sniffed and reached back to rub her bottom, which made her luscious bare breasts jiggle enticingly.

"Now, are you going to try and tell me you enjoyed that?" Sirex asked her sternly. "Think hard before you answer or you might earn yourself another punishment!"

Phoebe tilted her chin defiantly.

"See for yourself, Sir." Reaching for his hand, she pushed it down between her legs.

Before he knew it, Sirex found he was cupping her bare pussy.

"Phoebe, you don't have to—" he began, but then she rolled her hips, pressing forward as she rubbed his fingers against her wet depths. And yes, she was wet—fucking soaked and so slippery and hot and ready Sirex felt both his shafts surge again.

"Do you see what it does to me to submit to you?" she breathed, rubbing against him shamelessly. "Do you feel how wet it makes me when you punish me? When you dominate me?"

Her words reminded him of the things she'd said when she was under the influence of the Sparkler drink. But she'd been inebriated then—she was sober now. Could it be she really meant it?

Sirex wasn't sure—he didn't dare to let himself hope.

"If you like it when I dominate you so much, show me," he demanded.

"Show you?" Her lovely silver-green eyes opened wide. "How?"

"Like this." he pushed her off his lap and reached to unfasten his trousers. A moment later his shafts—both stiff with desire—came into view. "Suck me, baby," Sirex growled, looking down at her as she sat between his legs on the floor. "Suck my shafts like you did back at the palace. Prove you like it when I dominate you!"

Phoebe didn't hesitate. Moaning with anticipation, she leaned forward and captured his smaller shaft in her mouth. At the same time, she began to work his lower shaft with both hands.

Sirex felt like he couldn't tear his eyes from the erotic sight of his protégé going down on him. Back at the palace on Salacious Prime, he couldn't get a very good view because of the table and also he'd had that damn Trollox watching. This time he had Phoebe all to himself and she was half naked and sucking him eagerly, switching from one shaft to the other, stroking and licking as though she couldn't get enough.

Sirex groaned and ran his fingers caressingly through her hair. He didn't force her down on his shafts though—he didn't have to. She was eager to pleasure him with her sweet mouth—as eager as she had been that night at the palace.

" Mmm …chocolate and caramel," he heard her murmur. "So I didn't just dream it."

"No, you didn't dream it," Sirex growled hoarsely. "Though you claimed to forget it the next day."

Phoebe looked up.

"I did forget it. What else did we do? What else did I say?"

You said you loved me, just the way I am. The words hovered on his lips but Sirex swallowed them back down. They sounded so damned needy—so desperate.

"I chained you up in the shower," he told her instead. "Using your manacles, I hooked your hands above your head so I could wash you. Later I had to bind you again in the bed, because you were getting too wild. I had to restrain you to make you behave so I could taste your hot little pussy and make you come."

"Oh, Sir!" Her eyes fluttered closed for a minute as though she was picturing the scene. Then she looked up again. "That's something you like too, right? Not just punishment—you liked tying me up. Holding me down."

"I was just trying to keep you from hurting yourself with the non-con bracelets," he growled.

"Yes, but you liked it. Maybe even loved it." Holding his eyes with hers, she deliberately ran the tip of her small pink tongue around the aching crown of his larger shaft. "Would you like to do it again? Would you like to tie me down and fuck me, Sir?"

Sirex clenched his jaw, his cock surging and his blood pumping in a dangerous rhythm.

"Don't…fucking…tempt me," he growled. "Stop talking like that!" Tightening his grip in her hair, he pushed her towards his shafts.

Phoebe took his smaller shaft in her mouth again, sucking eagerly. The message was clear—"you're not forcing me, I love this"—which only made him more inflamed.

Now that she had put the thought into his head, he couldn't stop picturing it. Tying her down and taking her, making her moan, fucking her hard…

No, stop it! he warned himself as he thrust his smaller shaft into her hot, wet mouth. Don't think of it—don't imagine doing that to her!

But his Scourge half was surging out of control. The urge to dominate—to control and sexually subjugate the female at his feet was getting to be too much.

Finally, Sirex couldn't stand it anymore. Pulling Phoebe off him, he rose and reached for her.

"What…where are we going?" she breathed, her eyes wide and uncertain, her mouth still wet from sucking him so eagerly.

"To the bed chamber," Sirex growled, glaring down at her. "I'm going to teach you the true meaning of submission."