Chapter Twenty-Two

 

 

The hovercraft is waiting.

Tavarr’s mother embraces me and whispers, “I’m sorry about what happened in the forest. I hope you are not too shaken.”

“I am fine, I assure you. Tavarr protected me.”

She smiles. “I look forward to your permanent return, my daughter. And, though I promised my mate I would not bring it up, I must tell you that I’m also glad you survived the atrocities my younger son committed against you. You are a strong and brave female, Katrina, and my grandchildren will be lucky to have you as a mother.” She gives my stomach an appraising look as we pull apart.

“Thank you, Treshna. I am looking forward to my return to Hehna as well. I-I never thought I wanted to mate with a Kleaxian. I was terrified of Tavarr when I first met him and feared he might be like his brother, seeking vengeance, but being claimed by him is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I have a loving mate and a family.” When she gives my stomach another bold glance, I giggle and say, “I am not with child yet. Soon though, I hope. When I said family, I meant you, your mate, and your children and grandchildren. You’ve all made me feel very welcome these past two days, and I can’t thank you enough.”

An inquisitive glint catches in her eyes. “Do you miss your family back on Earth?”

“Honestly?” I give a slight shrug. “I can’t say I do. My relationship with my parents and siblings was very strained.”

She doesn’t ask more questions about my life on Earth, and I don’t offer any further details. Perhaps I shouldn’t speak badly about my biological family, but the truth is, it’s a relief to not be constantly put down all the time. Even while living in Capital Acres, I still occasionally received less-than-kind communications from my mother, because she thought I must’ve done something wrong for Harry to keep delaying setting a date for our wedding.

“Well,” Treshna finally whispers, squeezing my hand, “you have a family now.”

I give her a warm smile. “Yes. Yes, I most certainly do.”

Tavarr, who has already said goodbye to each of his family members, clears his throat behind me. Night has already fallen, and I know he’s anxious to return to Cempha. He has to be up early for training exercises.

I wave farewell to my new family one last time and approach my mate. He takes the end of my leash and guides me onto the hovercraft.

The journey back to Cempha is overcast. Clouds block out the stars and moons, and soon it starts raining. The droplets fall on the clear roof of the hovercraft and are barely audible over the hum of the moving vessel.

Tavarr scoots closer to me in the bench seat we’re sharing and puts his lips to my ear.

“Are you sure you are not shaken?” he asks.

“Thanks to you, I am quite well,” I insist. It’s the truth. I saw worse in Capital Acres, during the attack on the humans, so many months ago. And this was different. My mate killed to protect me. We’re both still alive and together because he fought for our lives. Warmth and light penetrate me when I breath in his familiar masculine scent. I don’t want him to treat me as if I’m fragile. I want to feel him inside me, want that reminder that I am his, and he is mine.

A rush of affection for Tavarr claims me with a force that steals my breath. He truly risked his life to save mine. Those horrid Urulian Brothers would have murdered me if he hadn’t killed them first. I gulp hard and let the waves of tender emotion for my mate sweep through me, flowing over me with almost the same power as when the mating bond formed between us. His deep voice finally pulls me back to reality.

“Do you remember what’s going to happen the moment we get home?”

Confused, I pull back to meet his lustful gaze. Then it hits me. We’d been so busy the last two days as he showed me around his village, that I’d almost forgotten.

“I-I re-remember.” A flush travels from my chest up to my face, and I gulp hard and try to mentally prepare myself for what’s about to happen.

My mate is going to claim my ass.

Shivers ripple over my skin, despite the heat of the night. Anticipation coils tight in my nether region, and I squirm on the bench in an attempt to relieve the sudden buildup of pressure in my center.

“Are you going to be a good girl and take all of my cock in your ass tonight, Katrina? Or do you require a trip over my knee first?”

I struggle for air. “I-I promise to be good.”

Though the lights in the hovercraft are dimmed, I can still see the hunger flaming in his dark eyes.

Hard. He plans to fuck my ass hard.

And if I’m not a good girl—if I don’t willingly bend over and part my ass cheeks to accept the large intrusion of his manhood, I’ll be punished. I pray nerves don’t get the best of me and that I manage to cooperate.

Sooner than I would like, I find myself standing naked before Tavarr in our bedroom back in Cempha. He proceeds to carry me to the bed and kiss every inch of my body, making me see stars as I finally come against his mouth. But unlike the last time he swirled his tongue over my clit, he only allows me to orgasm once.

He grabs my ankles and drags me over the side of the bed, forcing me to bend over. My pulse thumps in my ears. This is it. He’s finally going to fuck my ass, after weeks of training me with the anal plugs.

“Don’t move,” he says, and I hear him walking around the room, pulling open drawers.

He tosses the bottle of lubrication on the bed and removes his clothing. I peek out at him from under my arms, admiring his strong muscular physique. Then my gaze falls to the huge hardness jutting out from between his thick muscular thighs. My mouth goes dry and I start trembling. Will it really fit? Second thoughts race through my mind, but Tavarr approaches and runs his hand down my back in a comforting gesture.

“You needn’t fear this, sweet human. It’s going to be a tight fit and it might be uncomfortable at first, but I am certain you can accommodate my cock in your ass.”

He trickles lube onto my bottom hole and massages it inside, thrusting several fingers deep in my snug entrance and applying more lube with each slow plunge.

“You don’t have to pull your ass cheeks apart for this, Katrina. I want to be the one spreading you and revealing your cute little pink pucker.”

I bury my face in the bed and clutch the covers. The tip of Tavarr’s cock trails along the folds of my pussy, and he sinks halfway inside my aching center, only to withdraw quickly after the shallow thrust. He teases me in this fashion for several moments, before pulling out and positioning his cock at my anus.

I tense and clutch the covers harder.

“Be a good girl and relax your bottom hole for me. Yes, that’s it. Very good girl.”

Though I’m still nervous, I melt under his praise.

In a series of slow thrusts, he inches his cock into my ass. I’m shocked when I feel the heaviness of his balls against my pussy. He’s fully seated in my backside, and in any moment, he’ll start fucking me hard, driving in and out of my ass with fervor.

The first few thrusts are slow, and I gasp for air as I become used to his large size. Gradually, he builds to a steady rhythm of plunging into my tightness. He holds onto my hips and increases his speed, until his balls slap hard against my pulsing clit with each rapid thrust.

“You can come as often as you’d like, sweet human. Don’t hold back.” He drives even faster and grips my hips tighter.

It doesn’t take long for the fast impacts of his balls hitting my clit to launch me upwards into oblivion. I come long and hard, crying out my mate’s name as he continues ramming into my secret hole. After a few more minutes of pounding, another orgasm sweeps me under.

“You’re going to fall asleep tonight with my seed dripping out of your little asshole, Katrina, aren’t you?”

I hope it’s a rhetorical question, because I’m too breathless to form a response.

When he tenses and his growl reverberates around the room, I feel the warmth of his semen spurting into my ass. Panting hard, he slowly withdraws from my tightness and maneuvers me into the center the bed. He draws the top cover over me and kisses my cheek.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, before disappearing into the bathroom.

I’m almost asleep by the time he returns, only a short while later. Exhaustion weighs me down, so heavily I can hardly keep my eyes open. I blink up at Tavarr and give him a tired smile.

“My sweet Katrina,” he says, stroking my hair. His tenderness is in stark contrast to the harsh thrusts of his cock into my ass, and I snuggle against him and drift off to sleep.

I dream of green meadows and blue skies. There are white billowing clouds in the distance, sitting over a mountain range. The smell of the fragrant wildflowers that grow along the walking paths in the forest fill my senses. I also dream of gliding around the calm waters of the lake on one of the sleek canoes, my hand trailing in the water while my mate guides the boat into a beautiful secluded cove. He kisses me hard and slips a hand up my gown, swirling two digits through my increasing moisture before caressing my clit.

 

When I awake in the morning, still aroused from a series of naughty dreams, I’m alone, and there’s a breakfast tray on the bedside table. I stretch under the silken sheets and sit up against the pillows. Heat infuses my cheeks as I recall all that transpired in this bed last night. Or rather, over the side of the bed.

At the thought of Tavarr claiming my ass for the first time, the aching in my feminine core increases, my clit throbbing nearly as hard as last night when my mate’s balls were slapping steadily against it.

I glance around the room. There’s no sign of Tavarr, and the house is completely silent. He likely won’t return until the late afternoon.

Tentatively, even though I know it’s not allowed, I reach between my thighs and stroke a finger through my gathering wetness. Do I dare continue? I gulp hard. My nipples have grown painfully tight and I’m breathing hard, desperate for a release. Desperate to quench the desires instigated by my sensual dreams.

I part my thighs and lean back further on the pillows, moving my finger to the part of me that’s aching the most fervently. My pulsing clit. I rub the slickness from my core over the swollen nubbin and release a faint moan.

There’s no stopping now.

I can’t possibly wait until Tavarr’s return to satisfy my cravings. Closing my eyes, I try to ignore the guilt brought on by the knowledge that I’m blatantly disobeying him and continue pleasuring myself, until my hips arch and my toes curl as the stolen orgasm rips through me.

The moment the remnants of my illicit pleasure fade, my shame over defying Tavarr deepens.

I take a deep breath and open my eyes, only to gasp loud when my gaze locks with dark angry eyes.

Oh God.

Tavarr has returned home early.

How long has he been standing there, watching me disobey?

I straighten and yank the covers up to my neck, as if I can hide the naughtiness I’d just committed. “Tavarr, I…” My voice trails off and my mouth goes dry.

He appears livid, his muscles tensed and his nostrils flared, his eyes impossibly dark, with barely a hint of purple.

My tummy flips over and over again as he approaches the bed with slow predatory grace. I tremble so hard I drop the covers, and they fall to my waist and expose my bare breasts to his gaze. My lower lip quivers and my throat tightens with emotion.

What had I been thinking? Why had I disobeyed my mate? The flicker of disappointment I detect in his visage, beneath the flames of his anger, fills me with regret so heavy each breath becomes a struggle.

The desire to make amends rises above my fear over my impending punishment. I know Tavarr is going to spank me. Turn me over his knee and smack my bare ass cheeks.

My heart pounds faster and I crawl off the bed and approach him, my head bowed in submission and acceptance. I’m not going to argue. I’ll submit to whatever chastisement my mate deems necessary.

Months ago, if someone had told me I would willingly accept a spanking from a Kleaxian, I would have thought they were lying. But even though I’m nervous about the actual spanking—it will surely be embarrassing and painful—I trust Tavarr completely.

He tips my chin up, forcing me to meet his steely glare. “How dare you touch what belongs to me, Katrina,” he says in a tone sharp enough to cut steel. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper. “I-I know I disobeyed you, Tavarr. I-I had some naughty dreams and then after I awoke I started thinking about what, um, happened between us last night, and before I knew what I was doing, I-I was touching my-myself.” My lip trembles again, and I gasp when he reaches down and cups my shamefully wet pussy hard.

“I came home early to see if you wanted to accompany me to the marketplace to search for books for your libraries, only to find you debasing yourself and touching what fucking belongs to me.” His deep tone vibrates with carefully controlled rage. He’s furious with me, but he’s holding back. He’s not yelling, and he’s not flying into a blind fury and beating me senseless.

I knew exactly what would happen if he discovered I’d touched myself, yet I’d done so anyway. Deep down, I know I deserve every smack he plans to give me.

My bottom tingles and my blood heats, my arousal quickening between my thighs despite my embarrassment and nervousness over what’s about to occur.

He grabs my hand and leads me back to the bed. After sitting down on the edge, he stands me between his spread legs and gives me a scolding look.

“What did I say would happen if you broke a rule, Katrina?” He arches an eyebrow and his jaw clenches as he awaits my response.

“A-a spanking. You said I would get a spanking.”

“That’s right, sweet human. I said you would go over my knee for a hard spanking on your bare bottom, isn’t that correct?”

“Yes, sir.”

Without another word, he turns me over his knee, positioning my bottom high in the air and forcing my legs slightly apart. My face flushes because I know the evidence of my waywardness—my sopping wet pussy—is on display.

He dips a hand in my moisture and makes a tsking noise. “This is naughty, Katrina. Very, very naughty. You ought to be ashamed of yourself for not being able to control your urges.”

I am ashamed. So deeply ashamed. I wish I could turn back time and simply crawl out of bed and get dressed, rather than reaching under the covers to pleasure myself while my mate watches unbeknownst to me.

He withdraws his hand from my pussy and cups my bottom. “This is going to hurt, and you’re probably going to cry, Katrina, but it’s necessary. I will not abide a disobedient mate.”

“I-I under-understand,” I stammer, my heart hammering in my ears.

He gives my ass a squeeze. “I’m only using my hand, and I’m only striking your bottom. It will definitely hurt, and your bottom will be a bright shade of red by the time I’m finished chastising you, but I promise to leave no bruises, sweet human. I may take you to the edge of tolerance, but I will not give you more than you can handle,” he says in a suddenly gentle tone, and my insides warm because, even though he’s upset with me, he’s still offering me comfort and trying to quell my possible fears. He doesn’t want me panicking, and though he won’t say it aloud, he doesn’t want me equating him to his brother in this moment.

“Thank you, sir,” I whisper, tears already coating my face. The embarrassment of my current predicament coupled with Tavarr’s reassuring words has caused a rift of emotion to erupt from within, and I sniffle as more tears fall.

He raises his hand and brings his flattened palm down sharply on my left cheek, then before the sting has time to register, he’s already struck my right cheek. I squirm and gasp as he continues, smacking my behind and alternating sides, leaving no area of my bottom unpunished.

I try to remain still and accept my spanking, but it’s hard when he’s lighting a fire across my flesh, spanking so fast that I don’t have time to catch my breath between slaps.

The sting intensifies and I’m soon openly sobbing.

“I’m so sorry, Tavarr, so-so sorry,” I utter a string of apologies that soon become incoherent as I cry harder.

But just as I think I can’t possibly take another strike on my sore ass cheeks, he stops spanking and simply holds me over his lap, rubbing my inflamed skin.

“Do you understand what you did wrong, sweet human?”

“Yes, sir,” I sniffle.

“I hope the next time you think about disobeying me, especially by touching what belongs to me, that you will have more self-control. The next time I catch you in the act of stroking yourself to bliss, you’ll receive another sound spanking, just like this one. Is that clear?”

I nod into the covers and say, “Yes, yes, Tavarr. I understand, and I’m so very sorry. Please…do you forgive me?” The desire to have his forgiveness and once again be in his good graces is so overwhelming, that I would willingly submit to more punishment if only all would be right between us again.

“Of course, I forgive you, sweet human. Now, come here,” he says in a voice tightened by emotion.

When I turn over in his arms, I’m stunned by the storm that’s raging in his dark gaze, and I suspect he didn’t like having to hurt me, but he carried out the punishment anyway out of his strict sense of duty. I remember what Helena told me about Kleaxian males punishing their females. In his culture, to leave an errant female unchastised means the male cares nothing for her. He sees it as his sacred duty to punish me when I’ve been naughty.

He gathers me against his chest and strokes my hair with one hand, while his other hand continues rubbing my sore ass cheeks. The spanking had been painful but quick, and already the sting is starting to fade.

“I love you, Katrina.”

“I love you too, Tavarr.”

I peer into his eyes, my heart full of affection for my mate, and once again I thank the universe for bringing me exactly what I needed during the most difficult time of my life.

A dominant, but loving, Kleaxian male named Tavarr.