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“Fuck y—aaah!”

Her curse ended in a shriek when I delivered a solid whack.

“Master,” I said, then waited for her response.

“Bastard!”

I spanked her again, hard enough to draw a muffled cry of pain.

“I will continue—until you call me Master,” I declared.

“Asshole!”

It became a war of wills. Though she was stubborn, I held the power. I began spanking her steadily, giving each painful whack time to register before delivering the next. Her ass reddened under my hand. I could feel the heat building on her tender skin.

By now a Rohyndan female would have been thoroughly chastened, pleading for mercy and swearing to obey. But this alien seemed unfamiliar with the rituals of punishment. She struggled to hold back tears, grunted in pain with every harsh whack from my palm, but refused to utter the word that would stop me.

After the next smack, I ran my hand over her hot red cheeks, then dipped a finger between them. Her pussy was wet, dripping with the juices of her arousal. She froze, then bit off a moan when I slid it inside her.

“Call me Master.”

She squirmed on my lap, and I worked my finger in deeper.

“Master,” I repeated.

Her pussy clenched around my finger and I stifled a groan, imagining that hot wet sheath squeezing my cock.

I pulled out my finger and delivered three swift swats.

“Master.” I worked my hand between her thighs and shoved two fingers in, pumping them in and out. Her hips rose, meeting my thrusts, and her breathing quickened, but she never said the word.

She whimpered when I pulled my fingers out—and shrieked a curse as I gave her another harsh whack.






Chapter Four

Ree

Pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain.

He went on until one morphed into the other and I was shoving my ass in the air for his harsh smacks the same way I did so his fingers could slide deeper into my pussy. I forgot my anger, forgot my grief. My entire world narrowed to his hands on my body,inmy body. His hot hard cock straining against my belly. I ground my throbbing clit against his thigh, rocking back and forth frantically as he spanked and stroked me.

His rough palm drove the burning heat of his spanks into my core. My pussy spasmed around his fingers, and I could hear myself moan as if from far away.

I was close, so close to coming that when he pulled out and fondled my swollen clit, then delivered another stinging whack to my ass, I nearly sobbed.


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