What’s going to happen to me? What is Sir going to do? Will it hurt much? Will it be a physical punishment or something mental—he promised he wouldn’t use his Mind Powers on me, though. So what can it be?
My stomach was a nervous ball of anxiety as the questions kept circling my brain. I had known that my actions on O’nagga Nine would have consequences but I hadn’t realized how anxious I would be when the time came to face them. As I made my way to the living room area, dragging my feet reluctantly with every step, I felt like a little kid called to the Principal’s office.
But it was better to get this over with, I told myself. Better by far than to have it hanging over my head like a dark cloud.
I hoped so, anyway.
When I got to the living area, Sir was already sitting on the couch. His long legs were open and when he motioned to me, I went to stand between them.
“Little one,” he said, his voice rumbling with warning. “Do you know why I’m going to punish you?”
“Yes, Sir.” I hung my head, unable to look into the depths of his full-black eyes.
“No, look at me and tell me why. I want to hear you say it,” Sir directed.
“I…” I looked up at him, forcing myself to meet his piercing black gaze. “I left the Baron’s living quarters and went back downstairs without permission,” I said softly. “But I wouldn’t’ have done it if you’d listened to me when I said we needed to help that other girl!” I couldn’t help adding.
Sir frowned.
“Little one…” he rumbled warningly.
“Well, it’s true—she’s stuck there and she could use some help.” I lifted my chin defiantly. “I’m really sorry I disobeyed you, Sir, and I’m sorry I put my life in danger, but I really felt like I had to try and help her!”
Sir’s frown deepened.
“What makes you think I wouldn’t have helped her after we were finished with the Baron’s feast?”
“Because you acted like she didn’t matter!” I exclaimed, balling my hands into fists and putting them on my hips.
“She doesn’t!” Sir growled. “Not like you matter. Little one, listen to me…” He took me by the shoulders and stared into my eyes. “You’re the one who matters,” he told me. “For your sake, I would have gone to check on this other female’s plight. But I would not let you risk your life or be killed for her sake. You are the one I care about—the only one.”
“I…really?” I asked breathlessly.
He looked at me intently.
“How can you still not understand this? Can’t you feel the bond growing between us? Little one, if it comes to a choice between you and anyone else in the universe, I will always pick you. Do you hear me?” He shook me slightly, making me gasp. The look on his face was intense. “I will always pick you,” he said again in a low, rough voice. “But because of your actions on O’nagga Nine, I almost lost you. And that is why you must be punished now.”
“I…understand. At least I think I do,” I said. It amazed me how much he cared about me—how serious he was. “But Sir, I thought I was only a pet to you,” I whispered.
“You’re much more than that now—though the Goddess Eternal knows it’s probably wrong,” he said. “Come here, little one, and take what’s coming to you.”
He pulled me face-down over his lap and suddenly the fur of the silky bodysuit I was wearing parted and the entire bottom half of it came off.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, wiggling in surprise to suddenly find my bottom half bare-assed naked again.
“Hold still,” Sir commanded. “I’m going to give you five swats,” he added, resting one big hand on my naked behind as he spoke. “That should be enough to teach you a lesson—I hope.”
“You’re going to spank me?” I twisted my head around to try and look up at him. “I thought you said you don’t believe in corporal punishment.”
“I also said I was willing to make exceptions if necessary—in this case it definitely feels necessary,” he rumbled. “Are you ready, little one? Don’t tense up,” he added as my buttocks tightened involuntarily. “It will only make things worse for you.”
I didn’t see how that was possible but I tried to relax. However, the moment he brought his big hand down on my ass with a smack and said, “One,” I clenched back up again and howled in pain.
This was no light love-tap meant only for show. Sir was probably using only a fraction of his immense strength but it still stung dreadfully—this spanking was for real.
“Two,” he intoned, and his hand came down again with another loud smack!
“Three.” Smack! “Four.” Smack!
By the time he got to the last swat, tears of fury and pain were rolling down my cheeks and I was wailing unashamedly. I had meant to be stoic and accept the spanking without making a sound, but somehow I just couldn’t be still and silent when Sir’s big hand was lighting my bare ass on fire!
“Five.” Smack!
He finished at last and I went limp over his lap, sobbing in mingled anger and relief that it was finished.
“Little one…” Sir turned me over and pulled me into his arms.
I promptly tried to push him away.
“How dare you!” I fumed at him. “How dare you treat me like a little kid and spank me like that?”
His face went dark.
“I’ll do whatever I have to in order to make you think twice before you put your life in danger again!” Taking me by the shoulders, he looked into my face. “I almost lost you, little one! Do you have any idea of how I felt when I found you lying in the freezing cold, not moving? Barely even breathing?”
His voice had gone low and hoarse and I saw the agony in his face—a depth of emotion that was surprising and a little frightening—especially considering the emotions it roused in me when I saw it.
“Sir—” I began in a tearful voice.
“I almost lost you,” he repeated. “You can’t do that to me again—I cannot lose you!”
He crushed me to his chest and held me so tight I almost couldn’t breathe for a long moment. Then he pulled back and cupped my face in his hands. Leaning forward, he began to kiss my wet cheeks and the corners of my eyes.
“I’m so sorry, little one,” he murmured, still in that low, rough voice. “But you frightened me so badly. I’ve never felt this way before.”
“For… for a pet, you mean?” I asked, looking into his eyes.
“For anyone,” he said harshly and his next kiss landed on my mouth.
Almost before I knew it, I was kissing him back. It seemed crazy, considering how angry I had been with him only moments before. But my anger seemed to melt away, or maybe I should say it transformed into something else. Even the fact that my ass was still stinging from the spanking he had given me didn’t seem to stop the passionate need I felt building inside me. In fact, I think it might have fueled it.
A moment later I found myself straddling his lap and running my hands over his horns and through his hair. Sir invaded my mouth possessively, tasting me thoroughly, claiming ownership of me in a way no man ever had before.
I moaned and kissed him back, sucking his tongue eagerly—he tasted of the sweet chocolate chips and like something hot and fiery at the same time—I couldn’t get enough of him.
I thought Sir couldn’t get enough of me, either, but in another moment he had broken the kiss.
“What…why did you stop?” I asked, panting.
“Because I want to taste more than just your mouth,” he growled and I saw that his full-black eyes had gone full-red—a deep crimson that burned like flames.
Oh damn—what did that mean? I had no idea but I didn’t have time to ask. Before I knew it, Sir had flipped me around again and now I was laying on the couch with him looming over me.
“Spread your thighs for me, little one,” he commanded in that deep, rumbling voice of his. “Open for me and let me in—let me taste that sweet little cunt.”
His hot words sent a shiver of desire through me. Without hesitation, I opened for him, moaning as he dove between my thighs.
Sir wound his long, muscular arms around my upper thighs, splitting me wide with his impossibly broad shoulders. He rubbed his rough cheek against my bare mound and inhaled deeply, as though he couldn’t get enough of my scent. I felt his grip tighten on me and he groaned.
“I want to be gentle with you, but it’s so damn hard when I want to devour your soft little pussy!”
“You…you don’t have to go slow,” I panted, reaching down tentatively to stroke his curling horns. “You don’t have to warm me up for you—I’m already hot!”
This was the absolute truth. I don’t know if the spanking turned me on somehow or maybe it was the fact that I had submitted to the spanking in the first place. Or it could have been the hunger I saw in his crimson eyes—hunger just for me. But for whatever the reason. I already felt ready to explode.
“Don’t tempt me, little one,” Sir growled low in his throat.
“I…I’m not!” I protested. “Go ahead—taste me. I…I want you to. I mean, that is, if you want to,” I added a bit uncertainly.
As if to answer the question in my tone, Sir bent his head and nuzzled between my legs again. Because he had me split so wide, I could feel my outer pussy lips opening of their own accord, showing my slick inner folds and my aching clit, both already wet with my juices,.
“So fucking beautiful,” I heard Sir growl. And then his long, hot tongue was slipping deep into my pussy. I gasped as I felt him start at my entrance and then drag his tongue upward to the very top of my cleft. And then he did it again…and again and again. It was like he couldn’t get enough of my flavor and every time his tongue slid over my clit, it sent new sparks of intense pleasure rolling through me.
“Oh…oh, please, Sir!” I moaned and found that I was gripping his horns more tightly, one in each hand. Their curved surfaces felt rough against my palms and fingers and I was bucking my pelvis up shamelessly to meet him as he continued lapping me. I was certain he was going to stop at any moment—there was no way I had earned my first orgasm—not after what I had done on O’nagga Nine. Surely Sir would bring me right to the brink and then stop and leave me hanging.
Only this time he didn’t stop. His hot tongue continued to plow my slippery pink furrow over and over and over again, sliding over my clit and driving me higher and higher with each lick. Almost before I knew it, I was right on the brink of orgasm—I could tell because that invisible wire in my lower abdomen was wound to the breaking point. If only my Master would just keep on doing what he was doing—if only he didn’t stop…
To my gratified surprise, he kept on going, growling low in his throat and licking me like his life depended on it.
Suddenly the wire snapped and I was flooded with pleasure—a pleasure like nothing I have ever known before! Every muscle in my body went rigid—my hands gripped his horns so tightly I thought I might break them off and my hips shot off the sofa as I pressed my pussy to his mouth as hard as I could.
“Sir!” I wailed! “I’m coming…I’m coming! I’m finally coming!”
Sir made no answer but he stayed with me, lapping over and over again until my body stopped shivering and shaking. At last, when I was past the peak, he looked up at me. His eyes were half-lidded and his sensual lips were shiny with my juices.
“Did you enjoy your first orgasm, little one?” he growled softly.
“It…it was incredible,” I panted. “But why…why did you let me come? I thought I had to earn my first orgasm. Weren’t you supposed to be punishing me?”
“Oh, your punishment isn’t finished yet,” Sir told me, raising an eyebrow. “You see, this might have been your first orgasm but you’re going to have many, many more before we’re finished.”
“But…I don’t know if I can take any more,” I said uncertainly. I already felt weak from the pleasure he’d given me—my body was limp after the extreme feelings I’d just undergone. Was he really going to do that to me again? Was he planning to punish me with pleasure?
“You can and you will take more,” Sir informed me in a low, commanding voice. “I’m going to make you come again and again, little one, and you’re going to spread your pussy like a good girl and let me in as many times as I want. Aren’t you?”
I felt my stomach quiver at his words.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered in a trembling voice. “I…I’ll be a good girl. A good pet.”
“Excellent,” he rumbled and dropped a soft kiss on my pussy mound. “And keep pulling on my horns,” he added, his eyes flashing. “I fucking love that!”
Then he tightened his grip on me and tilted me so that he could get his tongue deep inside my pussy to lap up the honey I’d made when he made me come.
And so we began again…