My cries were cut off by a gasp a moment later when his broad palm came down on my bare bottom. I heard the loud smack echo off the stone walls of the temple a millisecond before the harsh sting registered.
“Stop! I command you to stop!”
Magnus ignored my protest and spanked me over and over. Frantically I tried to wriggle away. He caught my legs between his and tightened his hold on my wrists. Every whack from his rough palm was a lick of fire on my naked ass. I hardly registered his words when he began speaking.
“You’re in no position to give commands, my lady. It’s time you learned another lesson of combat. Sometimes it’s wise to surrender and live to fight another day.”
The brute punctuated his words with stern smacks. This punishment was nothing like I’d imagined. It hurt!
“It’s time to kneel before me. Show me you’re ready to obey my every command.”
“Never!” I shrieked.
“Very well.”
I’d thought he was spanking me hard when he began, but it was nothing compared to what happened next. His palm took up a rhythm that matched the beat of the drums. Sharp, staccato whacks sent the fire on my backside deep into my core. The smooth hot steel of his erection pulsed against my mound. The rational part of my brain realized my wriggling had worked his garment up so we were skin to skin. The primitive part screamedyesyesyesand urged me to grind my pussy over his cock.
Pain morphed into pleasure as each firm whack rocked me against him. My clit throbbed in tandem with the drumbeats. My angry shrieks turned into low moans.
“Does my queen enjoy being spanked like a naughty girl?”
Oh yes,the slut in me whispered, but pride wouldn’t allow me to say it out loud.
He stopped spanking and slid his hand between my thighs. To my shame, I opened my legs as far as I could.
“You’re wet.” He ran a finger inside me then pulled it out and held it in front of my face. I breathed in the musky scent of my own arousal. To my shock, it sent a bolt of raw lust rocketing through me. My pussy clenched then gushed all over his thighs.
He gave a wicked laugh. “You may not want to answer, but your body can’t lie. You do enjoy it.”
He shoved my trousers down to my ankles. “Spread your legs.”
I’m ashamed to say I did it. I spread my legs willingly. Eagerly.
Magnus caressed my burning bottom cheeks, rubbing the fire deep into my core, then ran his fingers down the cleft between them. I shuddered when he probed my rear portal with a fingertip, testing the tight pucker. He laughed and slapped my ass playfully. “It seems I found something else you enjoy. We’ll get to that later.”
Get to that later. Oh dear Goddess, did he mean what I thought he did? I gasped when he stroked the dripping folds of my womanhood.
“Spread your legs wider.”
I lay over his hard thighs, helpless. His prisoner. My arms trapped behind my back, my bare bottom hot and stinging, my private parts exposed for him to look and touch all he wanted. Instead of igniting my stubborn streak, the firm command delivered in the deep timbre of his voice sent a wicked thrill racing through me. I did it immediately, shocked at how much it turned me on to obey his command.
He slid one finger into my pussy. Thick and hard. Working it deeper as I moaned and writhed on his lap.
“Are you ready to yield? Kneel before me and call me Master?”
Lost in a fog of lust, I didn’t answer. He pulled his finger out and delivered half a dozen swift smacks to my bottom.
“When I ask you a question, you will answer!”
“Yes!” I shrieked.
He shoved two fingers inside me, pumped in and out, then smacked my bottom again, hard enough to reignite the fiery burn. “Yes, what?”
My clit was throbbing; my pussy ached to be filled.
“Yes, Master,” I moaned.
He stroked the lips of my pussy, coating his fingers with the juices of my arousal, and found the swollen bud of my clit. Caught it between two fingers and rubbed it. I let out a wordless mewling sound.