16. Gromnyr

CHAPTER 16

GROMNYR

I t seems my little human is a glutton for punishment.

Claire sent out a call for help on all open channels. Every single orc vessel picked up on it, which means I have to discipline her in front of my crew now. There's no way around that.

I would lose their respect if I let this slide, and a captain is nothing without his crew. Besides, she wants this.

This ‘message' was too amateur to be a real cry for help. If she wanted to reach the Federation, there is no doubt in my mind that she could have. No, this was a test. A challenge.

One I will gladly accept.

My beautiful human mate trembles as she stands naked before the entire orc crew.

I have gathered all my men in the dining hall to witness my pet's punishment. Every orc is looking at her with pure, unbridled lust — but not a single one will ever touch her.

"Please," she begs, her voice barely audible. "Can we go back to your room?"

"This is the punishment you deserve," I tell her. "You are my pet, you and you will obey."

"Make me."

I love the sound of that.

She's wearing a simple collar around her neck, and her hands are clasped behind her back. She looks absolutely delicious, and the look in her eye tells me that she's turned on beyond belief.

I circle her as I admire her body. The entire table is full of all kinds of succulent treats we stole from the passenger linger. Fresh bread, roasted pork, stewed vegetables. All kinds of delicious goods.

But the only tasty treat I desire is Claire.

"On the table," I say.

She shakes her head and meets my gaze. "No."

I love her fire and spirit. When Claire is disobedient, it awakens something primal within me. I grab her and push her onto the table, her breasts pressed against the cold, steel surface as her ass lifts up high into the air.

She squeals, biting her bottom lip, and does not move.

I run my rough fingertips across her silky, soft skin. She is flawless. Perfect. My heart races as I run my hands down her body.

My crew look on, their eyes wide, their mouths open. The anticipation hangs thick in the air. I don't think the mess hall has ever been this quiet as my orcs watch me work.

I bring my open palm down on her bare ass.

Smack!

Her cheeks jiggle, and she gasps.

Smack!

She cries out, her bottom looking pink and delicious. I spank her until her cries have turned to moans, and she's bucking her hips for me, eager for me. I grab a bottle of oil and drizzle it all over her behind.

"You will obey me," I growl as my fingers slide into her crevasse.

She sucks in a breath, nodding.

"Say it."

"I will obey you," she whimpers as my fingers travel across her soft, glistening skin. They tease her entrance, and she pushes back at me. Such an eager little pet. Her breathing is erratic, her body tense.

She is ready.

Claire looks back at me, eyes pleading as I grab her round, juicy bottom and spread her apart. My cock throbs wildly. I need to claim her, to breed her tight human body right now.

As my hand moves towards my belt buckle, the ship rocks from side to side.

"Was that a meteor shower?" Claire asks.

"No," I say. "It seems we've got company."