His angry little wife stomped around their bedroom shouting, “I can’t believe you did this to me! You didn’t even think to warn me about how pregnancy would affect the dragons? How? I’ve waited my whole life for this. My whole fucking life and you and your dick may have jeopardized it?”
“Sit. Down.” He pointed toward a chair.
“I will not!” She continued to pace, her nostrils flared and her chest and face red with her anger. “I’m riding Azure during that fucking battle! I don’t care what the scan says…or you!”
“You will obey whatever I command.” Drayce had listened long enough; it was time to take control of the discussion. “Come here.” He pointed to a spot in front of him on the floor.
Satin laughed, rolling her eyes.
“That’s it!” He stalked toward her, snatching her by the arm and planting several hard swats to her pants clad bottom.
“First, we’re taking these clothes off. You’ll listen better naked.”
While she stood rubbing her backside, shocked into silence for a moment, he divested her of her silky top swooping it over her head, leaving her in her bra and leggings. Deftly he unclasped the bra, the lush globes swaying with their newfound freedom. He brushed the straps down her shoulders, watching the silky material drift to the floor, leaving her in only the leggings.
Drayce cupped each breast in his hands, the weight pleasing to his palms. He brushed his thumbs over the hardened nipples, and her skin broke into gooseflesh with her heightened arousal. Leaning down he drew her areola into his mouth, the plump breast billowing around his nose. Her sweet scent had his cock and tail jerking spasmodically.
Sucking tightly, he let the nipple pop from his mouth, the reddened tip glistening with his saliva.
Clearing his throat and readjusting himself, he growled, “Take your pants and panties down.”
Thumbing the elastic she shoved the material over her broad hips, her bare pussy coming into view and peeping between her legs, her blue tail swayed with her arousal, flicking in the air, smelling his scent and seeking entrance into his dark channel.
There will be time for that later—after our talk.
She stomped her feet out of the bunched clothes, kicking them aside and stood gloriously naked before him.
“Turn please.”
Pivoting she looked over her shoulder at him until he twirled his forefinger in silent direction for her to face forward.
Her pink backside carried the evidence of the two occasions he had to give her a quick spanking this evening.
“At least you’ve had your warm up; I can get straight to the punishment when needed.”
“You won’t need to!” she said so petulantly; he had to fight the urge to laugh.
“Oh, but I think it will become necessary, Princess.” He ran his finger along the length of her tentacle, watching her hips sway with her arousal before he dipped between the tight seam of her sex, her labia hot and moist with her juices. Skating along her slick lips, he dipped into her sex, her muscles constricting around his digit, pulsing with need.
Clearing his throat he withdrew his finger, wiping it on her ass. “Are you ready to listen now?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Turn around.”
Facing him again, her green eyes still sparking, but the rest of her seemed calm, at least she stood silently waiting for him to speak.
“That’s much better. It’s not that I didn’t care or chose to mislead you, Satin.” He tilted her chin up, staring deeply into her eyes. “I just didn’t want to alarm you, especially since you’d just figured out your new titles, the dragon patch, and your tail. I didn’t want to overwhelm you with too much information at once, and since I was only training you in the paddock with Azure, the need to worry about the other dragons was moot. I swear, I wasn’t deceiving you. Promise.”
“Do you see how I felt, though? Do you understand my feelings?”
“I do, but you will learn with time that I’ll always do what is best for you. I would never put you in harm.”
“But you didn’t take into account my goals and desires. I can’t risk conceiving at this time; we must take precautions.” Her small hands were fisted at her sides.
“As my wife, you are always at the forefront of my mind. Everything I do I consider you first, you are my world, Satin.” With his elbow on the arm of the chair, he braced his face with his thumb and forefinger, reveling in the immediate change in her demeanor.
“Oh…” Satin wrung her hands in front of her, shifting from foot to foot.
“You’ve nothing else to say?”
“I…I guess…I’m sorry.”
“But you see, we have a problem.” He leaned forward, draping his clasped hands between his knees. “You swore in front of my father…and nobody does that, including me. You hit me, which you already know is against the rules. And you refused to settle down when I asked you to. So in my estimation, it seems we have a bit of a problem, and some discipline to take care of. Wouldn’t you agree, Satin?” Grabbing her hand, he gently pulled her to stand in front of him.
“But…you made me angry.” It was more of a whine than a response.
“Anger can be contained, little dragon, right?” He raised his eyebrows in question.
“I guess.”
“You guess, or you know?”
Satin stomped her foot, obviously knowing the right answer but not wanting to admit it.
“I need to hear you say it.” He shook her hand lightly, encouraging her reply.
“Yes, but—”
“No. Anger can be contained, and you will learn. So tell me, bad girl, what is the punishment for a losing your temper and swearing and hitting?”
“I don’t know.” Her eyebrows were furrowed in anger over her now dark blue eyes.
“Oh, you know the answer, and if you don’t tell me, we’ll add another spanking for being petulant.” He cupped her buttocks in his hand, squeezing the warm skin.
Clenching her ass, his girl stiffened, and with a loud sigh she said, “A spanking.”
“And not just a spanking,” Drayce said dramatically and with too much cheerfulness. “But a hairbrush spanking, the kind you hate the most. Go fetch your hairbrush.”
Satin bounced, bending her knees and keening loudly. “I don’t want tooooooo.”
“Are you a bratty three year old?”
“No, Sir.”
“Then move!” He had made his voice gravelly enough that she quickly ran to the bathroom.
She walked back out holding the implement like it was a poisonous snake. “Here.” Shoving it toward him, she backed up as soon as his hand took hold of it.
“Nope, don’t back away. You’re putting yourself over my lap and asking for your spanking.”
She shook her head vigorously, looking more adorable than she should.
He knew he needed to be stern with her, but he couldn’t resist the cuteness. Smiling up at her, he said, “Wrong answer. Yes, you are.”
Satin stared at his hand holding the hairbrush and then stood watching his face. He had no idea what she was thinking but would have given anything to have heard what was running through her head. In the short time that she’d been his wife, she’d been spanked several times, and each time she swore she had learned and wouldn’t disobey, promising to be a good girl forever.
Of course, she never lasted even a full week without a disciplinary session, and this time was no different. It had only been a couple of days this time.
Her temper seemed to be the one character trait that got her into trouble every time. He was only half-joking when he called her his little dragon; she seemed to be as hot-headed and tempered as the beasts he trained. Lucky for him, he was familiar with how to handle that trait. He would have never guessed that the skills acquired by taming the wild dragons in his army would be the same or similar methods he would employ on his naughty bride.
With a low whine, she bent over, her breasts dangling and wobbling under her and, as her husband, he didn’t hesitate to sample the hanging globes, pinching and squeezing them harshly, her soft gasps made his tentacle and cock stir, both appendages hard as steel.
Cupping one breast with his left hand, he slid the other hand down her back and gently squeezing a buttock he guided her over his lap, adjusting her, so her soft breasts were snuggly pressed up against his left thigh—readily and available for a tug or pinch.
“Tell your Commander and Warlord why you’re being spanked, bad girl.”
“I have both of those titles too, you know. Doesn’t that mean that I’m also your Commander and Warlord, as well?” She looked over her shoulder, saucily spitting out her question.
Slap! Slap!
His hand crashed down on her pink bottom, a bright red handprint blooming quickly on each cheek. “As your husband, I am in charge and head of our household. You answer to me and only me. I am an equal with you on the battlefield, but as your husband, you answer to me in all things, at all times. Don’t ever become confused on that matter.”
She mumbled incoherently.
“Louder!”
“I said, it doesn’t seem very fair.”
“It’s not meant to be fair. It’s how our dynamic operates. I’m in charge. I give the orders, and you obey, submitting to me in all things.”
She didn’t say anything or move, clearly giving the concept some thought.
“Have I treated you unfairly since you’ve been here?”
“No…but…I don’t like feeling like I’m an unequal or considered less because I’m a woman.”
“Did I say that?”
“It was inferred—heavily.”
“Only in your mind, princess. I’ll put your needs, protection, and desires above my own in all things, at all times. But it is imperative that you know that once I’ve made a decision, heard your opinions, and put your interests first, the decision is firm and must be obeyed, or there will be consequences.” He rubbed his hand on her back, the other still caressing her breast. “My goal is to keep you happy and protected, putting you first, my dear.”
He silently stroked her back and bottom, letting his words sink in.
“So I’ll repeat myself. As your Commander and Warlord, why are you being spanked today, bad girl?”
“Because I lost my temper and then swore and hit you.” She dropped her head, her whitish blonde hair shrouding her face.
“You’re never to swear in front of my father; I don’t even like it around me. But around him? Never. And you’ll learn the lesson today; you’re never to strike me. I’m sorry the lesson will be so harsh, but it must be learned.” Patting her backside, he said, “Ask me for your paddling, Satin.”
“Ohhh!” Her voice broke, and she choked out a sob. “P-please, give me a paddling, Commander, and Warlord.”
“What a good girl.”
Satin pulled in a deep breath, why did her heart flutter at those words. Good girl. It made her belly flip and her chest puff with pride, those words warmed her ego, boosting her self-esteem in ways that no other words would suffice.
But just as quickly as his words warmed her, his disappointment chilled her. She knew to not swear in front of Drayce, and she’d never dared to swear in front of his father, and now she’d pay the penalty. She groaned internally, knowing that the punishment for hitting her husband would be severe. She had dared to strike him early in their marriage, and to this day, it was still the worst punishment she’d received. It was hard to imagine the iron-hand he’d use on her today. As much as Satin hated to admit it, she knew she deserved it, which was why no matter how difficult it had been to lie over his lap on her own, she submitted to his authority and discipline.
She would never say that she’d been raised in a lax home, there had been discipline and for many years she received harsher discipline than her brother because she refused to adhere to the rules of the household, preferring to run wild with the boys outside, getting into trouble. Discipline wasn’t unfamiliar to Satin, but she still preferred independence and pushing how far she could go.
When asked, she’d never felt like she was a bad girl, she was just someone who wanted to know that a rule was a rule under all circumstances, wishing to see if she could maybe bend the borders a bit.
And sometimes, especially with nannies and teachers, she would learn just where the limits were and walked right up to them pushing them a little further back with her behavior. Her father and mother were rigid and didn’t tolerate any manipulation or impertinence.
It seemed that her husband would be the same. In this short time, she’d learned that he was uncompromising and his rules were set in stone.
His hand slapped against her backside, leaving in its path a swath of fire and pain.
Lifting her legs to protect her bottom, Drayce administered several sharp, crisp swats to her thighs. “Put them down!”
“It hurts!”
“It’s supposed to hurt; you’ll find that listening is easier, girl.” He ramped up the strength and speed of her spanking, marching up and down her derriere from the cleft of her ass to mid-thigh.
Screeching and waggling her hips to avoid the next spanks, Satin cried helplessly, unable to avert his intense blows to her bottom.
“Do you think you can resist swearing in the future, little girl? Or do I need to put some soap in that mouth of yours to clean out the foul language?”
“No, no, I’ll be good. I’m sorry.”
“I’m sure you are. You’ll lie right here thinking about this afternoon before we start your next punishment.” He squeezed each cheek, rubbing the offended and inflamed skin.
She’d always be thankful to the Gods of Alpheas and the Goddess Gem for bringing the two of them together, but she also wanted to be respected as a warrior. Drayce swore that he’d respect her, but how, if he also stated that he was her Commander and Warlord?
“Drayce?”
“Are you supposed to be talking?” His forefinger poked gently into her back.
“N-no, probably not, but I have a question.”
“Go ahead.” His firm strong hands raked through her hair, pulling it into a pony tail, and with a twist tie from her nightstand, he tied it onto the crown of her head.
Satin shifted on his thighs, feeling humiliatingly naked without her hair shrouding her face, giving her a modicum of protection.
“I'm not sassy as you say, but is it possible for me to have my new titles of Commander and Warlord and be a submissive as well?”
Lightly grasping her arm, Drayce eased her up to sit on his lap. “I need to see you in this conversation. Yes, you can be all three. Many women on this planet are in the same situation as you, and even on other planets such as Earth. Of course, on Earth, they don’t have dragons, but many women are owners of companies and military officers, and submit consensually to their husbands.”
“I just don’t know how to do that.” She looked down, unsure how to begin.
“You’ll learn, sweetheart.” His rough, work-calloused hand brushed along her cheek, and she nestled into it, his palm cupping the side of her face. “You’re a good girl, and I do not doubt your ability to be a Warlord and Commander. And I don’t anticipate you struggling with submission to my authority. I think underneath my wild-at-heart woman; she likes the freedom that comes with complete submission and giving all her control to me.”
She felt her nose wrinkle in distaste and a good measure of doubt.
Drayce chuckled, kissing her nose gently. “Someday, and someday soon, you’ll publicly admit to enjoying submission.”
“I guess.”
Shaking his head, he patted her backside. “Back over you go, little dragon, time for your hairbrush spanking.”
“Oh, noooo!” She stiffened while sitting on his thigh, locking her body into the upright position.
“Girl,” Drayce dragged out the word in warning. “Don’t you dare push me, you won’t like the results.”
Her delicate, long throat visibly worked to swallow, her eyes darting around the room, landing on the door to their suite.
“You won’t make it to the door before I blister your ass raw.”
Her head jerked to look at him, those deep blue eyes widening, but she stared at the door again.
“You’re welcome to try if you’d like, I’m always up to a challenge.”
Staring at the door, she must have been weighing her chances, and then she shook her head no.
“Good girl. Over you go.”
With a firm press of his hand on the middle of her back she braced her descent with her hands on his thigh, resuming her original position, but this time he kept his right leg over her own to prevent kicking.
Instead of feeling secure and safe with that preventative move, it made her panic rise, and she held her breath.
Drayce tapped the hard wooden hairbrush on her sore bottom. It was then that she struggled to rise. “Breathe…I … can’t…breathe.”
“Satin Marie, you need to calm down, sweetie.” He rubbed her back; he pinched her nipple—hard—hoping it would make her breathe.
And gasp she did. “Ouch!” She grabbed her breasts in each hand. “That hurt!”
“You’ll not hold your breath. I’m sorry you panicked, baby. It’ll hurt, but there’s no need to become immobilized, I’ll not damage you.”
“B-but…it’ll hurt.”
“Yes.” He rubbed her back, and bottom. “Keep your backside unclenched and soft.” She concentrated on releasing the muscles in her bottom.
She had barely obeyed, and the hard hairbrush crashed down onto her sore ass. Apparently, he didn’t see a need to start slow. Satin sobbed almost immediately, the pain grabbing her breath once again, and the sting and muscle pain throbbing and snaking down her legs. Her feet kicked, and if it hadn’t been for his heavy leg bracing them to the floor, she would have been flutter kicking the air and covering her rump.
“You’re never allowed to strike me. You don’t throw, toss, or shove things. Don’t you ever use your hands to hit me again. Am I getting through to you?”
Satin couldn’t remember the last time she cried this hard. Her whole world became the hairbrush, his swats to her ass, and the excruciating pain. But through the haze of pain and tears, Drayce’s lecture came through loud and clear.
“You will listen to me and obey without temper tantrums. You’re a grown woman. A Dragon Warlord. A Commander of the Dragon Army. Both are titles that require a mature and disciplined woman. But more than that, you’re the wife of Drayce Quinn, Dragon Warlord and Commander of the Dragon Army—my treasured gift, my love, and my girl. You’ll behave as such.”
Her sob wrenched her heart and soul. Wailing that burned the back of her throat. She’d seen her titles as something she deserved, instead they were a responsibility. And as with all responsibility, it required character and sacrifice.
But when he said that she was a treasured gift, her heart broke. She’d wished for that most of her life…to be loved and honored as a prized possession.
His love, his girl, his treasure!
Satin continued to sob.
Do I deserve such love? Can I live up to his expectations? Can I live up to the expectations of the citizens of Trexotera?
The wooden implement clattered to the floor, startling her and she jumped over his lap, shouting incoherently through her continuous sobs.
“Oh, baby. Come here. Shhhhh. It’s all over, my sweet girl.” He tucked her into his chest, burying her head in his neck.
The smell of sojocomai, man, and the outdoors filled her nostrils. The scent of Drayce, Dragon Warlord.
He swayed with her, cooing and murmuring sweet words in her ear, his heartbeat pounding in his chest, soothing her fractured emotions and aching hind-end.
Tilting her head back into the crook of his large, muscled arm he looked down at her with his eyebrows furrowed and his lips thinned.
Satin’s heart began to beat faster, and she worried that he might start paddling her again.
“Don’t you ever make me punish you that hard again. Do you hear?”
“Y-yes, S-Sir. I’m s-so sorry.” Her hiccups made her response stilted and difficult to understand.
“I know, baby. I know.” He tucked her into his chest again.
Satin sobbed quietly into his now drenched shirt. It wasn’t for the pain any longer; it was the disappointment and worry that she’d continue to disappoint him. Her only concern for weeks was doing something wrong with the dragons, or not meeting the expectations of Trexotera for their new Princess Warlord.
But after his declaration, her only concern was pleasing her husband, her Warlord and Commander—her treasure and her love.
Carrying her to the bed, Drayce deposited her into the middle, bending her knees and spreading her wide open to his view.
Her sex was dripping, the juices tickling her perineum as it eased its trek to the bed. Drayce quickly dispensed with his clothes, tossing them recklessly to the floor before climbing onto the bed.
“It’ll hurt too much to be on your back, sweets. Get on your hands and knees; I’ll take you from behind.”
“Yes, Sir.” She flipped onto her belly, rising to her hands and knees and looking over her shoulder she said, “Sir, may my tail enter you?”
“Yes, it may. And mine will enter you as well.”
From the corner of her eye, she saw his red tail shimmering with orange, just like his Dragon Scarlett. The barbed end wove its way between his legs, nudging at her anus, pushing back she opened the sphincter, allowing quick entry.
Hers swayed behind her, and she felt it seek his dark channel, poking the little bottom hole before slipping in, his hot, wet entrance warming her sensitive tentacle. Her eyes rolled back, and she moaned loudly, and she heard Drayce’s guttural sigh.
“I’m not going to be gentle, girl.”
“I was hoping you’d be quick and…rough, Sir. Fuck me…hard.”
“Alpheas! I’ll fuck you senseless just for saying that.” He plunged his hot cock into her sex and thrust so hard that he bounced off the mouth of her womb.
Groaning even louder at the fullness of his penis within her, rubbing along all the sensitive tissue, Satin pushed back onto him, driving him deeper and faster into her, his hands reached around and pinched her nipples, spurring her faster and quicker toward her orgasm.
She clenched him tightly, drawing and pulling on his cock, his groans of pleasure encouraging her to squeeze him even harder, her evil snicker let him know that she enjoyed her teasing and tantalizing.
Forgetting how easily he could spank her already blistered ass, his hand slammed down on her bottom, and she screamed and simultaneously his tentacle pistoned into her little pucker, while his cock slammed into her pussy.
They both panted and groaned, keening loudly, their hips slapping like waves at sea. With one deep thrust they both stiffened coming in unison, their spasms and tremors jerking their bodies.
The barbs on their tails ejected, and Satin hissed through her teeth, the sting such a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure. Above her Drayce swore under his breath, his hips pressed tightly to her ass.
She trembled and shook, a small orgasm and aftershock rocking her body, which would in turn cause Drayce’s softening cock to jerk within her.
Their ecstasy waned, but the barbs held tight forcing them to stay locked together at the mercy of their gifting.
With a popping sound that was more of an internal sound than external, the barb released and she withdrew her blue tail from his asshole, and within seconds his released from her bottom as well.
Falling onto the bed, Drayce curled his large body around her, cocooning her in his protection, warmth, and love, draping the blanket over them, their breathing becoming synchronized.
They both fell into the blissful sleep that melds lovers as one.