Chapter Four
Wes looked down at the sleeping form in his arms as he maneuvered his way throughout the castle to his chambers. Her body was sated and content, clearly unused to so much attention. He looked down at her gentle trusting expression, and knew without a doubt that he wasn’t going to spank her before bed. He was going to hold her and soothe her until she drifted off to sleep in his arms.
Despite everything he had put this tiny human through today, she had thrived under his touch, and reveled in it even. She had been insatiable. He remembered gazing upon her pretty pink pussy lips and watching them swell with arousal, each and every time he threatened to dominate her, and the way her honey had seeped from her channel as his palm spanked her quivering globes. Taking a deep breath, he thought about how her pale skin had turned to a fiery red as he punished her, and how he had glimpsed her wetness every time she kicked or shifted her legs open. It was a sight he wouldn’t ever forget.
Although feisty, and if not a bit defiant, deep inside her lay a submissive waiting to be unearthed. Under his hand, she would grow and thrive as he trained her for that role. It was in her blood. He knew she felt the need to submit; he just had to show her the freedom it would grant her. There would be plenty of opportunities where he would spank her again, and if anything, he had many other ways of punishing her so that she begged for more.
He couldn’t wait to see her on her knees, begging for him. It was a heady thought.
Smiling now, he gently opened the door to his bedroom and slowly eased her body under the quilt on his massive king-sized bed. Her eyes flickered open, groggily looking back at him.
“Wes?”
“What is it, Olivia?”
“Are you really going to spank me again?”
“I’ve decided you’ve earned some leniency, and instead, I’m going to order you to get some rest. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, sir,” she responded, her eyelids flickering shut. In only moments, she was fast asleep, her breath even and calm. If he had anything to do with it, he would make her ravenous, pleading to be punished and used for her pleasure. Smiling at the thought, he pulled the covers up over her and began to undress so that he could curl up beside her. Pulling off his shirt and the pair of dark jeans that hung low on his hips, as well as his shoes and socks, he was left in a pair of silky black boxers. With a small smile curving the corners of his lips, he climbed into the large bed and pulled the sleeping form close to him.
Her small body fit perfectly into his own, her back seemingly molded against his chest, and her bottom pressed softly against his cock. He curled his arms around her waist and pulled her toward him, closer still. With his hardness nestled between her fleshy globes, he fell asleep, dreaming about how one day, she’d bend over and present herself to him, and beg that he take her there, in her tight bottom hole.
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It wasn’t until hours later when the sun broke over the horizon that Wes woke to the squeak of a door behind him and the loud creak of the wooden floorboards beneath small feet. His body tensed, years of warfare and fighting training him to be suspicious of any little sound as it could be a potential assassin or worse.
He moved his hand to Olivia’s shoulder and gently shook her awake. When she turned her head toward him, sleep still heavy in her gaze, he held a finger to his lips, indicating that she must remain quiet. As another creak sounded, he saw understanding pass over her features. Deliberately, he turned in bed and placed his bare feet quietly on the floor, keeping his body relaxed so that he didn’t seem too tense. His eyes kept to the floor as his ears perked to any noise around him. His military training was always with him, and now he had a soft woman in his bed to protect. Whoever was in his chamber was about to be in a world of hurt.
He stood up unhurriedly, allowing himself small flickers of sight around the room. Another creak of the floor sounded loud to his right and his body tensed a little. He maneuvered himself closer toward the source of the sound. He looked at the window and noticed a flicker of movement in the floor-to-ceiling curtains.
Whoever was in his bedroom was hiding beneath those mountains of wine-colored fabrics. When the material fell still, he rose to his feet, leisurely strolling over to the glass of the window. He was still for but a second, until he twisted his body toward the curtains and flipped the textile back as to uncover the mystery intruder.
Actually, mischievous brats would be a better description for what he had discovered.
He scowled down at the two bodies before him, one with fiery red hair and violet eyes, the other with long chestnut brown locks and icy blue eyes.
Lana and Morgana had broken into his room to spy on him and the human slave he had taken in to train. His frown grew even larger as the two of them grinned sheepishly up at him. His brow furrowed in disbelief.
“I thought the two of you were told to stay out of my business.”
“We just wanted to see what she looked like…” Morgana offered, her voice small.
“Yeah, you’ve never taken a human in before to train personally. We wanted to know what was so special about her,” Lana said, her voice strangely bold, yet definitely curious.
“Wait till I tell your men about what you’ve done. I believe I was promised a public punishment for the two of you, and I aim to see that it is done. It could be tonight’s show at dinner. What do you say, girls?”
“You can’t seriously mean to tell Kade! He’ll spank my bottom until I can’t sit down!” Morgana yelped, clearly distressed.
“Oh, I certainly intend to tell him. It will be a learning experience for Olivia as well, so that she will see what happens when she disobeys her master in this castle.”
He turned back toward the bed and met her eyes. They were wide with shock, flicking back and forth between him and the women.
“Olivia?”
“Yes?”
“Tonight, I’m taking you to dinner. And I want you to meet the two women who will be tonight’s entertainment. This is Morgana, the king’s sorceress, and this is the future queen, Lana. They will both be bared and spanked tonight as punishment.”
Olivia simply nodded, and he turned back to the two quivering, apologetic women.
“Please don’t, Wes!” Lana cried out, but he ignored her plea.
“Morgana, this afternoon, I want you to come by and bring us to meet that grumbly fiend of yours. I’m going to bring Olivia to the stables so that she can meet Asad. Will you meet us there?”
“Of course. I’m sure Ragoth would be happy to see you.”
“Seriously? I can’t even talk to dragons like you do, and I know that is a bold-faced lie,” he responded, the sarcasm bold in his tone.
Morgana giggled in response, and Wes couldn’t help it as a small smile broke out over his lips. He had always had a soft spot for the fiery redhead, no matter what naughtiness she got herself into. Seeing the warm look in her eyes, he knew she was happy, finally content in the arms of a man who was worthy of her spirit and defiance, and who was strong enough to take her in hand when she needed it.
“Ragoth likes me,” Lana countered, a smug grin gripping the edges of her soft pink lips. He glared at her, yet couldn’t hide the amusement from his face.
“The two of you. Out,” he said, pointing to the door. Morgana and her counterpart bolted toward the door, and were out of his room in record time. With a soft smile, he turned back to the blond vixen staring at him from his bed.
“Public punishment?”
“Oh, yes, Olivia. They were warned not to interfere with your training by their mates, and yet they disobeyed. I promise you, infractions such as the ones they made do not go unpunished in this castle.”
“Would you punish me in public?” she asked, her voice trembling. Wes smiled as he noted a hint of desire in her tone. Demurely, she kept her eyes down, almost as though she didn’t want to hear the answer, but her body told him differently. As she sat there in his bed, her long blond waves cascading around her shoulders, white sheet pulled up to her chest, he saw her nipples harden into tight peaks. Maybe she wanted to experience the same thing too? Maybe she craved to submit to him, as much as he wanted to dominate her.
“If you misbehave, I won’t be afraid to bare your little bottom and whip it until you promise to be a good girl,” he said, taking a seat on the bed beside her. She visibly shivered, and he could have sworn her nipples hardened even further. She fidgeted with the blanket beside him, and finally looked back up at him.
“If I’m not mistaken, I would think you like hurting me.”
“And I believe that you like it when I hurt you.”
“And I believe you’re full of yourself,” she challenged, lifting her eyes to meet his. If he had to guess, he’d say she was pushing him, to see how much she could get away with. His cock hardened as he imagined all the ways he could punish her long and limber body; all the ways he could make her scream his name as she shook with need. Grinning with excitement, he placed his finger on the sheet in her hands and pulled, exposing her pebbled nipples to his view.
“Brave words from a girl without a stitch of clothing on her body.”
With a chuckle, he watched as she arched her back in rebellion, pushing her breasts out and upward toward him. The look on her face was expectant, if not somewhat nervous. Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink and her pupils were dilated. He felt his cock twitch and he smirked. Her fiery sassiness was a beautiful thing to witness, begging him to take her, to dominate her. And who was he to deny her that?
“Out from under the covers. Now.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so,” he warned, trying not to laugh at the same time. He offered his hand to her and her small fingers took it, if a bit hesitantly. Helping her to her feet, he admired her naked form as the sheet rolled off her pale smooth skin, glowing with unmet need. She blushed when she met his eyes and his grin grew even larger.
“I want you to fold your hands behind your back and grasp your elbows. Separate your feet so that your legs are wider than your hips.”
Tentatively, she complied with his request, spreading her tiny feet and bending her arms to his liking. He adjusted her a bit so that her small breasts jutted forward, and so that her legs were spread as wide as he wanted. She stared back at him, the picture of an unrelenting submissive begging to acquiesce to his touch.
“What do you want, Olivia?”
“I don’t know,” she said, defiance still in her eyes. He could see the war between her mind and her body, even as every fiber of her being was slowly yielding to him. He placed his hand under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. She bit her lip in response, and that nearly unmanned him.
“Do you trust me to show you what you want?”
“I think so.”
“Yes or no, kitten.”
Uncertain, she stared back at him a moment before he felt her head nod gently. She swallowed hard before opening her lips to speak. She tried to look away, but Wes forced her to keep looking at him.
“Am I safe in your hands? You won’t really hurt me?”
“Yes. You will always be safe in my care.”
“Then,” she paused and pressed her lips together in a firm line, “my answer is yes.”
“Yes, what,” he pressed further, the silence deafening until she opened her lips to respond, uncertainty clear in her features.
“Yes, master.”
A thrill raced through him at that single word. Master. The smile on his face grew so large that his cheeks hurt. He pulled on his pants, buttoning and raising the zipper to keep his cock safely in check. He seemed to be hard every second he was in this woman’s presence, and this cloth barrier would prevent him from bending her over his bed and fucking her with the wild abandon like he wanted to. She wasn’t ready for that, not yet.
Instead, he made his way over to a dark oak wood armoire. He opened the doors wide, so that her curious eyes could see inside. In its depths lay a variety of implements, from canes, to crops, to paddles, and a variety of leather straps and belts. He saw her eyes widen and her mouth open in shock.
He reached forward and pulled a black leather crop off one of the wooden hooks. Holding it in his hand, he snapped it down on his palm, feeling the sharp bite cut into him. He smiled and looked back at her in time to see her lick her lips, and he drew in a breath at the sight of her little pink tongue darting out. He wanted to feel that tongue swirling around his cock, licking him and sucking him.
But not yet. First, he was going to make her experience the taste of the crop. And if he wasn’t mistaken, she was going to enjoy every second of it.