CHAPTER NINETEEN

 

 

- Brittney

Brock’s hands return to my body, feathering over my shoulders and onto my neck lightly before finger-combing through my hair. His hair echoes his hands’ movements, continuing to flutter in his hands’ wake. I realize he’s brushing all the strands off of my chest as his palms return to the fleshy mounds of my breasts. Cupping me, he rubs his thumbs over my nipples until they harden into puckered knobs.

Every touch from him, no matter where it is on my body, feels like the sun of a warm vacation, and liquid heat pools between my legs. More than anything right now, I’d like to slide my fingers down to my clit to help alleviate the burning he inspires.

Brock’s eyes narrow as he studies me. I can feel his gaze on every part of my body as they begin to tingle and pulse in reaction to him. “You know what I think you need?” His hands leave my chest to slide around my sides and grip my ass possessively as he tugs me into his chest.

My face mashes against him before I tilt back to rest my chin on his breastbone, looking up at him. He’s gazing over my head at my ass as he answers. “When you walked into that meeting, I immediately wanted to punish you.”

My brows tighten as I wonder what he’s getting at. Not looking away from my ass as he kneads it gently, he licks his lips. “Yes. I knew you were nervous. It just makes me want to punish you more.”

His eyes drop to mine as he shrugs. “It must be genetic?” Licking his lips, he looks away from me as I stare at him in shock. “Is that wrong? I mean… All I’m trying to do is keep you safe, and keep you from worrying excessively. Like you are right now.”

I tug back out of his arms, dropping my butt to my heels as I cock my head and purse my lips. Brock’s eyes immediately light up at my posture, his eyes drop to my exposed slit, and I think about my time with Janette. One of the side effects — or should I say “hereditary traits” of Brock’s Mayten Family Line—is that they feel the need to control everything.

Their lives… their bodies… and as an extension of that… their mates.

After all, wasn’t I told that if all else fails—kneel?

Slowly, I lower my head until my chin rests against my chest, shutting my eyes as I consider my response. The only thing I can think of is the first thing that popped into my head. Why complicate things… go with my instincts, right? “I’m ready for a good spanking.”

I don’t know why this feels so right, but as I sit and wait for Brock’s response, I can’t help the little smile that graces my lips. Already, I can feel his gaze looking me over as every nerve ending tingles and pulses. It shouldn’t make me so happy when I hear Brock’s demands, but I’m just as excited to see where this is going.

“Roll over here then.” His hands draw me forward as I move forward on the bed. “Put your stomach down here on the edge of the sleeping platform and drop your legs to the floor.” I bite my lip as I comply, moving backwards to drop my thighs over the side of the plush mattress. As my toes hit the floor, I feel Brock’s hands on my back as he applies gentle pressure with one hand on my lower back and the other skittering up my spine to wrap around my neck.

His heavyweight settles over my back as his voice whispers in my ear, “You look so good laying here like this. But I was only kind of kidding around. If you want to stop, just say so.” His hand drops to my ass, caressing slowly before I feel fingers dropping into my butt crack and lower. The proof of my excitement is clear to us both as his fingertips meet my soaked folds.

I can’t say anything. My legs tremble slightly as his touch fires all my senses. Instead I just nod.

Without warning the solid surface of the flesh on his hand hits my ass with a loud smack. Jumping, I startle, but it doesn’t hurt. While I had envisioned actual pain, the light blow, really not much more than a pat, makes me frown.

More weight leaves my back as his hand falls again. This time on my other ass cheek. My brow furrows as I contemplate my punishment. Is this all there is to it?

Granted, I’ve never been punished before — not corporal punishment anyways. My mom was always a big fan of grounding me. No TV, no electronics, and of course no reading. I wasn’t really sure exactly what being spanked would feel like.

His hand falls again just as my nerve endings fire up with anticipation. I want — no, I need — something, although I’m not really sure what? More edge? More borderline pain? Not this light smack on the butt I’m getting.

When his next smack falls, I’m close to disappointment. Turning my head, I raise up, preparing to tell Brock that I’m sufficiently “punished.” But then my eyes lock on him. A fierce, controlled expression dominates his face.

When he sees I’ve turned, he hesitates. “Are you sure you want this?” My body trickles to life as the question leaves his lips. It’s as if the blood is roaring through my veins like the tide hitting rocks. I gulp, as I realize the truth. I do.

“Brittney? Is this really something you want? I mean… I can’t even begin to explain to you how arousing and satisfying it is for me, but I want to hear that you like it too.” At his insistence, I lick my dry lips, trying desperately to work up the nerve to tell him the truth—to tell him that I wanted more. I nod as I look at him seriously.

“No Brittney, I really want to hear it. Out loud. Tell me what you want.” Brock’s gaze is thunderous and hard, and I realize he’s as uncomfortable with this conversation as I am. What would it be like to have all these new urges crashing over your senses over the last twenty-four hours. I’m not the only one coming to terms with the new sexual relationship that we’ve begun.

Sure, I don’t have any experience, and if he does, it hasn’t been much more. But there was one thing that’s been very clear to me throughout my life and learning about sex. As long as everything is consensual between adults, nothing is wrong. Yeah, maybe I’m crazy. This is cementing it. Because I don’t want to do this just for Brock.

In fact, I’m just as turned on as he is, and I know he’s prepared to put some power behind his slaps. The idea of Brock touching me, of him dominating me… I shudder and feel a surge of moisture between my legs.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes.” The second time, I say it a little louder. “Please… Just a little bit harder.”

My voice cracks, and I try to relax, dropping my head face first back to the bed. Maybe it’ll be easier if I just don’t look at him. After all, I’m crazy… right?

A firm hand cups my head, directing it back up to meet Brock’s gaze. Blinking, I take in his piercing stare. “Let’s see what you can take, Brittney.” A small smile quirks his lips as if he’s thrown down a challenge.

My eyes narrow as I realize he’s goading. I’m ready for it. I’m ready for him.

“Just don’t hesitate to tell me if I get carried away… That’s my only concern.” His brows furrow, and I realize he’s not kidding. He’s a huge man. A huge alien man. I have to keep that in mind. “Do you trust me?”

His questions catches me off guard, but of course, I do. I’m nodding before I even realize it. “I’m going to tie your hands.” I swallow in shock as he uses my own bra to fasten my hands together at my lower back. Any argument I might have had dies as I realize the material stretches. If I really wanted to get out of it, it wouldn’t be a problem.

And I don’t want him to stop. Brock cares about me so much, I know he’ll call this whole thing off if I protest at all. My toes just barely skim the floor at the height of the bed as he pushes my thighs further apart.

Closing my eyes, I wait in anticipation as he begins to run his hands lightly over my body to arrange my limbs. His hand skates down my ass cheek to push my right thigh out another inch before his large bulk settles behind me. I do feel vulnerable. With my hands tied and legs spread, my ass is in the air with my pussy fully exposed to him.

And it turns me on like nothing I could have ever imagined. So much so, that I can feel the evidence of my desire beginning to seep down my left leg.

I’m ready. Touch me now. Come on Brock, touch me.

Long moments pass, before both his hands leave the bed next to me, and one large palm meets my flesh with a stinging smack. My body lurches forward, and my eyes fly open in surprise.

This is better.