Chapter Fifteen

 

 

“Um, Tavarr, I…” Shame heats my face. Though we’ve bonded and I trust my new mate, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t embarrass me to take up such a vulnerable position in front of him. Especially when he’s giving me a rather scolding look.

“If I must ask you again, Katrina, you will sorely regret it.” He holds the washcloth up. “Turn and get on your hands and knees. Now.”

I feel my eyes go wide, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m shaking my head and blatantly refusing to obey. How can I possibly display my privates to him in the bathtub while he cleanses me? It’s too weird. I grab the cloth from his hand. “I am capable of washing myself, Tavarr, but thank you for the offer.”

He seizes the cloth and rises onto his knees, coming at me. Before I have time to ward him off, he has me turned over the side of the tub, my front resting on the cool surface of a sitting area. I try to escape this position, but he places a firm hand on my lower back, holding me effectively in place.

“I had thought it would be a while before you disobeyed me, sweet human. Yet we’ve been mated for less than an hour and you are already in need of correction.”

My stomach flips, even as everything below my waist clenches. He’s serious. There isn’t any amount of playfulness to his tone. I swallow hard, telling myself at least he’s not yelling and raging at me. At least he’s not calling me names.

This is only a little thing. A little disobedience. He’d only told me to turn around and allow him to clean my privates. Well, I hope he considers it simply a small infraction. I flush all over again at the prospect of being touched so intimately, even though he’d become quite familiar with that part of my anatomy while claiming me.

“Please, Tavarr. I didn’t mean to break a rule already. Please don’t punish me.” My heart gallops in my chest, and when he cups my bottom, still wet from the soapy water, panic starts to rise. I once again try to escape his hold, but he responds by pressing down harder on my lower back and trapping me between his solid body and the other side of the bathtub.

“Since this is your first time, I will be lenient and punish you gently. You will only receive ten smacks to your wet soapy bottom, Katrina. When your spanking is over, you will remain in place while I cleanse you thoroughly. Do you understand?”

I gulp and nod. “Yes, Tavarr, I understand. But please, please be very gentle. Please don’t hit me hard.”

He caresses more water over my backside. Tears prick in my eyes. Why couldn’t I have listened to him, no matter how shameful his order? I sniffle. Yes, he promised to be gentle, but he’s huge and probably stronger than Vonn. What if he really hurts me? It’s a small comfort that he’s not punching me or kicking me, but this is the first time he’s had to punish me and not knowing exactly what to expect leaves me shaking and tears rolling down my cheeks.

“No, sweet human. No tears.” He lifts his hand from my back and brushes the moisture from my face. “You feel the bond between us. You know how much I care for you. You feel the light and the warmth. You know I would die to protect you.”

“You said you lost control while claiming me, that you didn’t mean to pound into me so hard. What if that happens now? What if you lose control and hurt me the way Vonn did?” The moment I utter his brother’s name, I regret it. A chill descends in the room and I feel him stiffen beside me.

“I am not my brother, Katrina. You didn’t feel the bond with him…did you?”

“No, of course not. I don’t think he felt it for me either, or if he did, he was blinded by his thirst for revenge.”

“Try to push him out of your mind, sweet human. He is gone and no one, least of all me, will ever hurt you so badly again. But when you are due for correction, Katrina, you will receive it.” He returns his hand to my lower back, and I tense, expecting the first slap to fall soon, but he continues stroking my bottom for several moments, as if waiting for my anxieties to lessen.

I shut my eyes and focus on the present. I’m here. With Tavarr. There’s no one else, and it’s just a spanking. He promised me ten smacks. Surely, I can survive such a lenient punishment. I’m his female, completely at his mercy, and he could do much worse if he wanted to.

“Now, when I give you an order, even if I’m telling you to do something that embarrasses you, sweet human, what are you to do?”

“I-I am to obey you, sir.”

“What happens if you are naughty and disregard my instructions, even in a small matter?” He scoops more water up onto my ass cheeks, as if he wants to keep my behind gleaming with the soapy water. My entire body heats with shame, because I’ve been a bad girl and I’m about to receive my first spanking, in a bathtub of all places. He’s going to smack my wet bottom.

“Um, if I’m naughty, I get punished,” I finally reply in a timid voice that I hardly recognize as my own.

“That’s correct, Katrina.” He lifts his hand from my backside. “You get a spanking on your bare bottom. If you happen to be in the bathtub when you disobey, you’ll have to receive your spanking on your bare wet bottom.”

He brings his flattened palm down across my ass cheeks. I gasp and kick my feet in the water, but he’s still holding me down. I can’t escape. I must endure every swat. He strikes my ass again, but the sting isn’t too horrible. I’m more ashamed than anything. The next few slaps are harder and I wince with each blow.

“Just two more,” he says, then delivers them in quick succession.

I take a deep, steadying breath and blink rapidly, only to realize he didn’t make me cry. The punishment felt symbolic and structured, a reinforcement of our roles, me as his submissive mate, and him as my master.

He reaches for the soapy washcloth and starts rubbing it over my stinging cheeks. “Did you learn your lesson, sweet human?”

“Yes, sir. I am sorry for disobeying you.” As he dips the cloth into the water and returns it to my ass, a pulsing heat gathers in my core, tense and overwhelming. It becomes difficult to remain in position while he cleans me, when all I want to do is arch my ass against his hand and beg him to dip lower, to pay my aching pussy some attention.

Then I feel his finger at my tight pucker and I jerk forward, trying to escape.

“I intend to clean all of you, Katrina. Even this snug hole of yours. Are you going to let me inside, or must I redden your bottom cheeks a little more first?”

“I’ll be good, sir.”

My pulse races. His actions are both arousing and mortifying. No man has ever touched me there, and I’m beyond nervous. His fingers are large. Will it hurt? I guess I’m about to find out, whether I like it or not.

He traces my clenching anus with his digit before pressing forward and breaching my most secret entrance. I whimper and try hard to hold still while he pumps slowly into my tightness, bringing the warmth of the water inside. At first, the pressure is almost too much to handle, but soon I become accustomed to the intrusion. He sets a steady rhythm of driving his finger in and out of my ass.

“Has anyone ever fucked you here?”

I shake my head from side to side, unable to speak.

“Ah, well, this part of you won’t remain untouched for much longer, sweet human. I plan to fuck you here soon. I will purchase some anal plugs in varying sizes from the market today to help you become accustomed to an invasion larger than my finger. Your mouth, your pussy, and your tight little asshole all belong to me, and I plan to use all three of your holes often.”

His words cause a rush of moisture between my thighs, and I press back into his pumping digit. With his free hand, he reaches for my pussy lips and traces through my gathering wetness, a slickness that most definitely didn’t come from the bathwater.

“Spread your legs wider.”

The moment I comply, he shoves his hard cock deep into my core and starts fucking me with abandon, slamming into me while not slowing in his rapid thrusts into my ass.

A haze of desire consumes me. I meet his movements as best I can, arching my center against his cock and accepting each delicious plunge of his huge manhood. With his finger filling my bottom hole, my pussy feels tighter and I’m more sensitive to his fast, deep drives. His heavy balls impact upon my clit and it isn’t long before I’m screaming out my release, panting and gyrating beneath him as the water sloshes around us and splashes onto the floor.

After the last remnant of my orgasm fades, he remains submerged in my pussy but withdraws his finger slowly from my ass, taking a moment to rim my pucker before giving my bottom a sharp slap.

“Look at the mess you made on the floor, Katrina. Bad, bad girl.” This time, his scolding has the tone of dirty talk. He’s not really mad, but this display of faux sternness rekindles the flames of my desire nonetheless. “Such a naughty little girl you are, Katrina. I ought to teach you another lesson.” He grips my hips and commences fucking me as hard as the first time, when he’d lost control while claiming me on the bed.

My bones have turned to liquid by the time he comes inside me, spilling his seed deep in my pussy. I’m so exhausted from our exertions that I don’t even think of protesting when he takes the soapy cloth and cleans every inch of me, including between my legs. But even once I’m out of the tub and standing wrapped in a towel, I feel the trickle of his semen running down my inner thigh.

I flush and start wiping it off, but he grabs my hand and draws me against him, circling his arms around me and putting his lips to my ear. “As often as I plan to fuck you, sweet human, you’d better get used to the feel of my seed running down your legs.”