Chapter 9

KNOT

The momentmy tongue darted over Natalee’s pink, gleaming parts, she jolted beneath me, and her hands flew to my head. She gripped my hair and groaned, while moving her hips up and down, seeking her pleasure.

The naughty female.

I pulled back from her center and gave her a stern look.

Her eyes went wide, and she immediately returned her hands above her head, but it was too late. She’d defied my instructions, and now I would chastise her for it. Of course, I would be lying if I claimed I hadn”t secretly hoped she would disobey. The truth was, I’d been looking for an excuse to spank her ever since she stubbornly refused my help and insisted she keep working in a brothel.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

My cock hardened every time she called me sir. Gods, what a beauty she was. And so godsdamn sweet. She didn’t belong here. After tonight, I would take her away. I would keep her at my cabin, and we would return to town when the traveling judge passed through, when she could legally become my wife. I felt my whole body quivering with the possession I felt for this sweet young human female.

I sat on the side of the bed, patted my thigh, and gave her another stern look. “You disobeyed, Natalee, and you will be punished for it. Over my lap.”

All the color drained from her face, and I realized she hadn’t protested my use of her given name this time. Perhaps she hadn’t noticed.

“You’re really going to spank me?” She gave me a dubious look, then glanced at my hands.

“Yes. I ordered you to keep still, and I also instructed you to keep your hands out of the way, above your head. You failed to comply, and I intend to teach you a lesson in obedience.”

She inhaled a shaky breath, and her eyes widened further. She stared at me for a long moment, her demeanor hesitant. Just when I thought I would have to force her, she slowly crawled forward and placed herself across my thighs. Then she gasped as I forced her legs wide apart.

“I want a view of your pink folds as I’m spanking you, Natalee. You’ll keep yourself spread just like this,” I said, shifting her bottom higher on my lap.

Arousal escaped down her inner thigh, and my excitement rose at the knowledge that she was enjoying this as much as me. She gave another needy moan. She was breathing hard and every few seconds a shudder jolted through her. I cupped her left buttock and gave it a firm squeeze. Next, I moved to cup her other cheek, pulling it far enough to the side to reveal the tiny pink pucker of her rosebud.

Sweat trickled down my temple and a tremor zipped up my inner thighs, tightening my balls and hardening my cock further.

Fucking starfires, I had to have her soon.

I pushed aside the guilt over taking her before we were properly wed.

Gods help me, but I couldn’t wait that long.

“After I finish your spanking, Natalee, you will stand with your nose in the corner and your red bottom on display.”

A little whimper floated up from her, and I lifted my hand and brought it down with a firm, resounding smack. I alternated cheeks as I continued spanking her at a slow but steady pace, giving her about two seconds in between each hard slap to take a breath.

“After your corner time is over, Natalee, are you going to be very good and lie still while I taste what’s mine?”

“Yes, sir.” She whimpered.

“I hope so. Because if you don’t, I will apply my belt to your little backside. You don’t want a belt whipping, do you?”

“Oh, no, sir. Please don’t give me a belt whipping. I’ll be a good girl. I-I pr-promise!”

Her pale flesh turned a pretty shade of dark pink under my punishing hand. She wiggled around with each smack but didn’t try to escape. Her feet kicked slightly, and I thought she looked absolutely adorable in this position. Sweet, submissive, and ripe for claiming.

Nectar gleamed between her pale thighs, copious amounts of it. The light auburn hair covering her quim was neatly kept, and I noticed that the pink folds of her sex plumped as I continued her spanking.

She was swollen and wet and ready to be taken hard.

This was the type of naughty game I’d once played with Emalise. I’d had a desire to dominate her in the most devilish ways, punishing her in the bedroom when she didn’t do as I asked, taking her in all manner of scandalous positions. She had participated and been most obedient, but she had never grown as excited as Natalee seemed to be growing now.

Natalee was different. And I felt different with her. I never wanted this night to end. With each slap to her backside, she gave more of herself to me. She moaned and whimpered and parted her thighs wider in surrender.

When I finally ceased spanking her, I rubbed her heated bottom for several moments before delving a hand into the sweetness between her thighs. Hot and slick, so perfect. She gasped when I traced the moisture around her folds. I teased her entrance with two fingers, pumping with slow and shallow thrusts. Then I pulled out and stood her up. I rose and pressed my fingers, glimmering with her honey, to her slightly parted lips.

“Have you ever tasted yourself before, Natalee?”

Eyes bulging, she shook her head, looking positively scandalized. I pressed more urgently at her lips, which she promptly clamped shut. “Open and suck, human female. Clean your essence off my fingers and then go stand in the corner.”

Despite her obvious reluctance, she opened her mouth and began licking her moisture off my fingers. Once she had finished, I turned her around, gave her bottom one last swat, and ordered her to stand in the corner beside the dresser.

She took up residence in the corner, and my cock stiffened at the sight of her standing there so obediently with her freshly punished bottom on display. Her hands dangled at her sides, though she soon began inching them behind her.

“No rubbing allowed. You will stand there and endure the lasting sting of your spanking. You will think about how sweetly you will obey me tonight.”

“Yes, sir.” She quickly returned her hands to her sides.

I counted to one hundred in my head, not taking my eyes off her lovely form the entire time. She fidgeted now and then, but otherwise remained in place and didn’t attempt to rub her red cheeks again.

Once I reached one hundred, I crossed the room to her and placed my hands on her shoulders. She shuddered and emitted a tiny gasp. The sweet and heady scent of her arousal hit me full force, an enticement to explore all that would soon belong to me. My cock thickened with pleasure and my scrotum tightened.

I cupped her breasts, caressing the full mounds and rubbing her nipples until they grew into stiff, dark pink peaks. Still cupping her right breast, I reached down with my free hand and stroked between her trembling thighs, finding her more soaked than ever. She was positively drenched.

“So wet, Natalee. So naughty. I ought to spank you all over again.”

She took a shaky breath. “I wish… I wish you would touch me instead, sir. Please. I need… I need…”

“Ask me to lick your quim and run my tongue all over your clit.”

“Sir!” She turned and looked at me, her face flushed nearly as bright pink as her punished bottom. “I can’t believe you would speak with such, um, base language.”

“Why? Because I used to be a male of the gods?”

She nodded.

“I’m just a male now, Natalee. A male who wants you. A male who doesn’t care about how polite society thinks he should talk or behave anymore. Now ask me.”

“All right. Um, please, sir. Will you please lick my quim?” She spoke the last few words in a whisper.

“What else?” I prompted, pinching her clit as I raised an eyebrow at her in censure. If I had to spank her again to ensure her continued obedience, I wouldn’t hesitate.

“And will you please, um, run your tongue all over m-my cl-clit?” Again, the last few words came out in a whisper.

Though she worked at The Sweet Siren, she wasn’t yet used to speaking in such base language either. Well, if I had anything to say about it, she would only be using such language in my presence. And I damn well had a lot to say about it.

Before the night ended, Natalie would belong to me.

“Get back on the bed, spread your legs, and put your hands above your head, human female.” I removed my hand from her quim and urged her toward the bed.

“Yes, sir,” she breathed, tucking an errant curl that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear as she moved into position.

When she first sat atop the covers, she winced and squirmed, but she soon laid down and parted her legs to reveal her plump, moist sex to my ravenous gaze. My nostrils flared as I took a deep inhale of her feminine essence.

I wasted no time in joining her on the bed. I dipped my head between her slender thighs and lapped hungrily at her quim, tasting her and paying special attention to the most sensitive part of her—the little swollen bud that protruded from her wet folds.

She undulated slightly against my mouth, but she kept her hands in place above her head. Her obedience pleased me. Circling her clit with my tongue, I continued until she whirled into a frantic state of writhing and moaning. The little desperate moans she emitted drove me wild. When the time to join my body with hers finally came, I doubted I could be gentle if I tried.

“Knot, I… oh my gods!”

I kept at it until her squirming ceased and she lay panting on the bed. I pulled away and settled myself on top of her, but instead of sinking my cock deep into her quim, I leaned down and kissed her.

Hard. Possessively.

After I gradually pulled back, I stared into her beautiful blue gaze and felt as if the pieces of my broken world had finally come together. Wife. The word echoed in my head, and I couldn’t deny the happiness it brought me. She would soon be my wife.

“Natalee,” I whispered, my voice deep with longing. “My sweet Natalee.”

I positioned my cock at her entrance, grasped her hips, then surged all the way inside her tightness with one quick thrust. She grabbed onto me with a gasp, her nails digging into my back.

I withdrew slightly from her center and slammed back inside, unable to treat her gently. Growls emanated from my throat, and I tightened my hold on her hips. I set a fast pace of pounding her, causing the headboard to bang against the wall with each rapid thrust. The mattress bounced with our movements. Dark spots clouded my vision as my release approached. I held out for as long as I could manage, wanting to prolong this claiming of her, until at last, the exquisite tightness of her quim clamping down on my cock had me erupting into her depths, filling her with torrents of my seed.