Chapter Four
Lana woke in a massive four-poster bed. The room was dark, but she could make out some features of it as her eyes slowly adjusted. The bed she was in was made out of beautiful dark cherry wood, and the blankets were soft and fluffy. The material was a pretty merlot color, intertwined with gray and black thread. Plush pillows supported her head and shoulders.
Vaguely, she remembered where she was. She blinked a few times and sat up, rubbing her temples with a soft groan. Dante must have brought her here after she met him for the first time, and after he marked her with the tattoo. Her fingers quickly touched that spot. She grazed against the tattoo, and her breath hitched in shock. Oddly enough, it seemed that her skin had already healed, and wasn’t even pink from the process. More important, it no longer hurt whatsoever. She breathed a small sigh of relief at that simple fact, regardless that it was such a bizarre phenomenon.
This all wasn’t a dream. She had been kidnapped by these people, and gifted to the king as his personal slave. He owned her now, and he had marked her in order to show that ownership. Her eyes darted around the room, wondering if she was alone.
Her eyes settled on him. He was standing in the far corner of the room, just watching her. She questioned how long he had been there as she shrank back into the pillows, tearing her fingers away from her throat. Silently, she watched him as he slowly sauntered toward her and sat on the edge of the bed.
Lana hugged her knees into her chest, questioning what he was going to do next. She waited for him to make the first move. Hoping he wouldn’t want to hurt her, or worse, take her in his bed. Why else would these strange people give a human girl to a king? She narrowed her eyes in his direction.
“How do you feel, Lana?” he asked, his voice warm. His face had a look of concern that quickly passed as he gazed at her.
“I… I guess I feel alright,” she said softly, looking away.
“Not lightheaded or anything?” he pressed. She shook her head, watching him warily.
“I’m already healed.”
“Yes, I put a special medicine on your skin. It activates the healing process very quickly, and amplifies it, so the wound heals much faster than normal. Come. Let’s get you changed so that I can show you around the castle.” He offered his hand, clearly expecting her to take it.
She watched him, trying to figure out his intentions. She didn’t take his hand, and climbed out of bed herself, choosing to get out of it on the opposite side of him. Her eyes darted about as she weighed her options.
“Lana,” he said, his tone clear with warning, almost as if he could sense her mental disquiet. She could have almost sworn that his eyes flashed red for a split second.
Reflex took over, and her body instinctively went into flight mode. Running for the door, she reached for the knob, hoping to get out of the room ahead of him and escape through a window or whatever other opportunity came about.
Unfortunately, by the time she reached the door, he had already caught up with her, impossibly fast. She would never have expected a man that large to move so quickly. He slammed her body into the door with his own, her chest pressed against the wood. His towering frame held her in place against the door with his hands beside her head.
Trembling, Lana waited. She had underestimated his speed and his strength. She closed her eyes, trying to will her tears away.
She felt his mouth move close to her ear, his breath on her skin.
“Try to run from me again, my pet, and the next time I will make sure to punish you thoroughly. Your little bottom will be bared and put over my knee, so that I may spank you for disobeying me. Do not run from me ever again, am I clear?” he growled, his voice dangerously low.
Lana was silent, shock registering across her features. Had he really just threatened to spank her?
“Am I clear, my pet?” he repeated, his voice progressively louder.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice low and shaky with fear.
Dante released her and turned her body toward his. The anger she had just heard in his voice was no longer present on his face. He softly brushed her hair away from her face. This simple gesture caused her to lose control, and tears began to escape out of the corners of her eyes. The emotions that surged forth were overwhelming and a sob wracked through her body. He pulled her into his arms and held her head to his shoulder, his fingers massaging her back and shoulders.
Dante just held her and let her cry. When she finally quieted and calmed down, he pulled away and lifted her chin with a finger in order to meet her gaze.
Lana noticed that his eyes were blue again.
“I’m sorry for running from you,” she whispered. A small smile glimmered at the corner of his lips and a warm feeling passed over her. Whatever he was doing, with whatever abilities he had, he was making her feel safe in his hands. His power coursed through her body, showing her that he was pleased with her.
“Can we get you changed now? Or am I going to have to spank you?”
“No, sir. You don’t have to do that,” she said, a blush rising over her cheeks. Unintentionally, her hands moved backwards to cover her bottom.
Dante chuckled softly in response. Again, he offered her his hand, and this time she took it, if a little bit reluctantly. He led her out of the room and into a sitting room attached to the bedroom, where he had a simple black dress and ballet flats waiting for her.
“Do you need help with your dress?”
Lana shook her head and waited for him to leave, but he leaned up against the wall instead. She gave him a slightly confused look.
“You will undress now. I will not leave you alone because you are not yet trustworthy.”
Flustered, Lana simply nodded, not wanting to test him further. His threats of spanking left her mind reeling. She gripped the edges of her dress and lifted it over her head, leaving her in her bra and panties. Glancing over at Dante, warmth flooded her as his fierce gaze took in her curves. Blushing, she quickly grabbed the black dress and put it on, covering her body as fast as she could. It came to about mid-thigh, and the top consisted of a shallow V-neck. She pulled on the black ballet flats, which oddly enough happened to fit perfectly. When she was fully dressed, she stood tall. Lana lifted her eyes to meet his, and felt his raw power wash over her.
“Even in such simple clothing, you are still a sight to behold,” he said softly.
“Thank you,” she replied, his praise unexpected after the events that just occurred. Wringing her hands, she waited to see what he did next. He offered his arm and she nervously took it. Gently, he opened the door and led her out of the bedroom.
They walked through a long hallway to a large grand-looking staircase. Carefully, he led her down to a massive, ornately carved oak door. The door must have been twenty feet tall. A plush black, gray, and red carpet led down the stairs to a square of mottled marble in front of the enormous door. Beautiful tapestries lined the walls; there were many golden swords, vases, and various other aristocratic objects. Luxury lined every corner. It reminded her of some castle out of the dark ages except for the strange-looking torches on the walls. There was something off about the fire that burned on each torch. The flickering colors seemed to draw her in, and the more she stared, the more she was convinced that the entire rainbow of colors flickered in the flames.
Dante swung open the massive door and led her onto a balcony. Stone walls rose up beside them and Lana turned back to look at where she had been held. An immense castle rose up behind them; the stone masonry impeccable. Everything reminded her of a time long past.
“Are we still in 2015?” she whispered, unconvinced. Her eyes took in the castle with wonder.
“Yes, it is still 2015. At least it still is on Earth.”
“Are we really on another planet?” she asked, her eyes following the rise of the high towers on both ends of the castle.
Dante pulled on her hand, turning her forward. She gasped when she saw the view.
The sky overheard seemed enormous. Even in the night sky, she had never seen so many stars. There were three bright moons in the sky, all orbiting closely together, so vibrant that she could see the terrain on the horizon. Red, rocky desert went on as far as the eye could see. There were mountains in the distance so tall that the tips were peaked with white snow. To her right, a red sandy beach bordered an impossibly blue ocean, dark in the moonlight. White-capped waves rolled onto the sand. She noticed, not too far in the distance, a massive wall made of white stone towered several stories high, connected to the castle via a stone bridge. It reminded her of the Great Wall of China a little bit. Lookout towers loomed overhead every few hundred feet, with guards stationed in each and every one. Lana narrowed her eyes, suspicion growing within her. Nothing about the entire scene looked familiar in the slightest, not from any pictures or videos she had ever seen, whether it was on the Internet or the travel channel.
“We’re really on another planet, huh?” She paused, her head slowly turning in disbelief to look back at him, and a small ball of terror settled deep in her belly.
“We’re a part of the same galaxy as Earth, the Milky Way, but lightyears away from your home planet. Our world, Terranovum, orbits the star Sirius. We have many moons as you can see.”
Her eyes flickered to the moons overhead and back to him, wanting to press him further for more information.
“Why was I taken?”
“Our planet needs a constant supply of humans in order to carry on our race. We take humans from various planets in order to fulfill this need.”
“Why do you need humans?” she asked, confusion beginning to take hold.
“Well, our species has evolved to have many abilities, but when a female and male from our race mate, unfortunately, female children tend to be infertile at an alarmingly high percentage. It is a genetic defect that we’ve been unable to identify thus far. A male has to have a human woman in order to have children who can pass on our lineage. In order to do that, we need a steady stream of women to fulfill that basic need.”
“So you intend to breed me?” Her voice peaked in alarm.
“For me, breeding isn’t entirely necessary as with the others. You are more of a formal gift to me, meant more to serve my needs.”
Lana gazed back at him, taking in his young features. She worried about what he meant by servicing his needs. Images of his body over hers passed through her head once again.
He was young and strong, carrying a confidence like she had never seen before. He looked like he was in his early thirties, but his powerful frame oozed a mild sense of arrogance as though he knew more than his young face revealed. She pondered about his life before she arrived on his home planet.
“How old are you?” she asked brazenly.
Dante crossed his arms and met her eyes. He held her gaze steady and she felt her body still, his power overcoming her senses.
Her vision darkened and she thought she should be panicking, but his control calmed her of her anxiety. Everything went black, and then a soft white light began to glow brighter and brighter. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she found herself standing outside the instantly recognizable Roman Coliseum. Crowds yelled in the distance and people ran by her, desperate to get near whatever was happening in the stadium. She moved with the crowds, but no one seemed to notice her. Quietly, she climbed the stairs up into the stadium, and the sight that met her eyes shocked her.
The audience screamed in anticipation, roaring for someone unseen. Every seat in the coliseum was taken, and hordes of people were standing, cheering, drinking goblets of wine, and eating different kinds of food. Everything about it was overwhelming.
She made her way to the top of the stairs and looked down onto the scene below. One man stood at the center. His body seemed familiar. He wore a simple tunic, and held a large metal sword in one hand and a small shield in the other. With further inspection, Lana gasped. It was Dante in the center of the field.
Lana’s vision blackened again, and she found herself back on the balcony outside the castle. Dante still held her eyes with his, his face a mystery.
“I was born in the year 177 A.D. I am well over eighteen hundred years old.”
Her jaw dropped, leaving her speechless.
“How is that possible?”
“Long ago, Terranovum was in a terrible state of civil war. Lords committed genocide and mass murder in order to attain power and as much land as possible. Many people died, and the world was left in a state of shock. A few nobles banded together, and decided none of them could rule the planet, as it would bring up the dangers of jealousy and greed for the throne. So in order to avoid the continuation of more war, they looked elsewhere across the universe for a just and fair ruler. They found me, fighting my way to survive in that coliseum. Using their advanced science, the nobles made me immortal, and were able to gift me the abilities that their species enjoyed. I was once born a human within the confines of Rome, but now, I am king of a planet many lightyears away. I am the oldest person here in this world today, which makes me the most powerful. With the advance of time, my abilities grow stronger, and have evolved differently than others. Now, I could kill an enemy with nothing but the power that is contained within me.”
Lana shrank away a bit, her backside colliding with the tall stone ledge behind her. Dante saw her reaction and his face softened.
“Lana, I’m not going to kill you.”
She met his eyes and quickly looked away, skeptical.
“Being as old as I am, I also have control like no other. You are safe in my hands.”
He paused, moving closer to her. His hand rose and brushed against the sensitive skin of her throat, lingering on the healed skin of her new tattoo. Her breathing became shallow, a blaze rushing to every inch where his fingers made contact. Just by a simple touch, her body rushed to betray her.
His eyes met hers. “Was it so terrible, Lana? Did I make you fear me?”
Shaking her head softly, she watched as his eyes broke her gaze and fell to her lips. “No, I wasn’t afraid,” she hesitantly replied, her voice tapering off, the words forgotten.
Deep within her, a fire began to burn for him, the feelings unbidden. Dante carried a decidedly alpha male quality about him, but regardless, a little piece of her was beginning to trust him. It felt strange, as all the times he had threatened her should make her fear him, but instead, she felt safe. Why was it all right for him to threaten to break her and to spank her? And why did it spark such a visceral reaction deep within her?
Dante dropped his hand and pulled away, looking out into the distance. A look of sorrow came over him and was gone so quickly, she almost missed it. Lana narrowed her eyes slightly, sensing his sadness. She wondered about everything he had experienced in his long life, and if he would ever share it with her. Deciding not to pry, she let it go. A strange boldness came over her and she reached for his hand. Slightly startled, he looked back at her, glancing down at her outstretched fingers. A soft smile played at the corners of his mouth, and his large palm enveloped hers.
“Come, let me show you more of the castle. I will introduce you to some of the members of my court as well.”
“Is Wes one of those people?” she thought aloud, her face flushing hotly as she remembered what he had done to her in the bathhouse.
“Wes is very special to me. He is the hand of the king, my most trusted ally. He’s like a brother to me.”
“He’s the one who took me,” she said softly.
“Wes knows me well,” Dante replied, keeping his eyes low. Suspecting there was more to the story, Lana pushed a little more.
“How long have you known him?”
“Too many years to count.”
“I imagine you two have been through a lot together then,” Lana pressed, hoping he would open up about whatever he seemed to be hiding.
“He’s always been there for me in times of need,” Dante replied, his voice oddly neutral.
He pulled her along off the balcony. Slightly frustrated, Lana let the subject drop. Clearly, he didn’t want to tell her anything else. She was left to wonder about what made this man tick, and what he had been through in his supernaturally long life. She’d have to do some exploring on her own to figure out whatever it was that was bothering him.
They entered the castle, back into the grand foyer. Dante turned left and sauntered down another hallway, dragging Lana along. He opened a door off to the side, and they walked into a massive dining hall, complete with crystal-laden chandeliers and a massive long oak table in the center of the room. People sat around the table with goblets. Upon closer inspection, Lana could see both Terranovum people and humans. Her eyes focused on Wes and the human girl he had taken. She was sitting next to him, quiet and demurely awaiting his every word.
Lana narrowed her eyes and watched the two interact. Wes oozed dominance, and the girl gave off a submissive, slightly fearful response to him. His fingers lazily rose to her throat, and Lana noticed a black leather collar on the girl’s neck. Fidgeting on the hard wooden bench, the girl was quickly admonished by Wes, who whispered something in her ear.
The girl’s eyes went wide, and a hand flew back toward her bottom. Her eyes dropped as she struggled to keep her body still. A soft nod followed, and Wes looked away from her to see Dante and Lana joining them.
Dante led her to the head of the table next to Wes and sat her in one of the two chairs there. He followed suit, relaxing into the heavy wooden throne-like chair.
Wes’ eyes lingered over Lana’s body before settling onto her throat.
“Haven’t broken this one yet, huh? I figured you’d want to right away, especially with that pretty face of hers. There’s something strangely familiar about it…” He paused, emphasizing his last few words. His face turned thoughtful. “You know, I can help you if you want,” Wes said, his eyes twinkling dangerously. Lana looked at Dante, worry passing over her face. What did he mean?
“Wes….” Dante said, his voice low with warning. Wes smirked at the two of them, and gestured toward the blond woman with the black collar sitting to his right.
“Have you met my new pet? Her name is Emma, and she is divine!” Wes said.
Emma kept her eyes on the floor, but a soft smile came over her lips.
“She started off a little feisty, but after some quality time over my knee and then in my bed, she turned into a submissive little kitten,” Wes continued, to which Emma’s pale skin blushed beautifully.
“I promised her that her pretty little bottom would always have a hint of color. She protests, but I told her she doesn’t have any choice.”
A soft pout developed at the edges of Emma’s lovely lips as she again fidgeted on the wooden bench, but she remained silent. Lana watched the interaction between the two. As much as she wanted to hate the man for stealing her and this woman away from her world, she couldn’t. She could even overlook the fact that he spanked her as well. Frustrated, Lana couldn’t put her finger on what it was that made her feel that way. Lost in her thoughts, she jumped slightly when Dante cleared his throat.
“She looks like the perfect pet for you, Wes. I’m happy that you have Emma. I knew you would pick her out of the bunch; she’s definitely your type.” Pausing, he gestured toward Lana and proceeded to introduce her.
Wes laughed softly.
“She didn’t tell you? We’ve already met. I’m the one who found her for you all alone on a beach in Mexico, and I was the first to spank that lovely bottom for not following my command.”
Lana gasped, blushing hotly.
Dante turned to face her, his expression one of clear amusement, and something else hidden deep in his eyes. Lana couldn’t bear to meet his eyes.
“Lana,” he paused, his voice shaking with enjoyment at her plight, “so, I won’t be the first to spank you then…?”
Lana wanted the world to swallow her up at that moment, and did her best to control the raging embarrassment that threatened to take over her features. She opened her lips to respond, only to find her mouth dry and her words forgotten. She looked down and wrung her hands in her lap. Humiliation flowed over her as she remembered what it felt like when Wes had spanked her. Her body heated. Confused, she didn’t know what to feel or think.
Placing a hand on her shoulder gently, Dante broke her out of her inner turmoil. The expression on Wes’ face was one of entertainment at her expense. With a soft look of understanding, Dante offered her a decadent-looking silver goblet, and she took it hesitantly, peering inside the glass. To her surprise, it was sweet-smelling red wine. Cautiously, she took a sip, and nearly moaned as the flavors washed over her tongue. It was delicious. She looked up at them, but the two men had turned away and were discussing something together.
Dante and Wes talked in hushed tones, so low that Lana could not understand what they were saying. She wondered if supersonic hearing or something was another special power she didn’t know about. Glancing up at Emma, she reached across the table and touched her arm.
“Are you really alright, Emma?” Lana whispered. Emma met her eyes, a certain sense of sadness making her look even more beautiful.
“I miss my home. I miss my sisters.”
“Has he hurt you? Did he tattoo you too?”
Emma slipped the neck of her halter aside, revealing a unique mark that differed from the one on Lana’s own body.
“The first thing he did was tattoo me, but it was oddly calming because he held me and took all the pain away. He spanked me, but that’s really the only thing that makes me nervous. When he looks at me, it’s like he wants to take care of me.” She paused, her gaze flickering from Lana to Dante, and back. “How is it with you? I’ve heard scary things about the king from the other servants here.”
“What have you heard?” Lana asked, her alarm peaking.
“Well,” Emma looked at the men who seemed deep in conversation about something important, “he’s ruthless. He’s killed many. I was told never to anger him, or else suffer the consequences. Some called him a monster.”
“A monster?” Lana repeated, her voice breathless. Emma turned her eyes away.
“They said he usually kills anyone who angers him, or even the women he chooses from. He’s been that way ever since losing a woman long ago. They said that he loved her, and I asked about the circumstances involving her loss, but no one would tell me anything about it. I thought that was a little strange.”
Dante lifted his head and looked at the girls, narrowing his eyes. A flash of anger and something much darker crossed over his features. His hand slammed down on the table, and they jumped. He pointed at Emma, looking like he was about to pounce. She cowered back at his reaction.
“You are never to speak of this to anyone again. It is forbidden,” he growled. A red hue appeared in his eyes, growing brighter and brighter with every second. The entire room grew silent, and even the servants stilled. The air grew heavy with tension. It almost seemed like everyone was holding his or her breath. Lana watched him, and every fiber of her being told her to run, but for some reason, she didn’t.
Something deep in her heart called out for Dante. She knew he was hiding something, and whatever it was caused him pain to just think about it. Instead, she moved closer to him and reached for his hand. His glare slowly drifted in her direction as her fingers gripped his. His anger dimmed from a roaring fire to a simmering flame, and then diminished into nothing. Bright livid red eyes slowly faded into ice blue, and she looked up at him. Her simple gesture seemed to have brought him back from the edge.
“Dante? Would you like to show me some more of the castle?”
His face once again calm, he nodded.
“I have much to show you,” he said, and then turned to face Wes. “See to it that this conversation never occurs here in this castle ever again. I expect you will take care of it.”
Wes dipped his head in recognition. He placed a hand on Emma’s shoulder and whispered something in her ear. Her face fell and her shoulders slumped as her hands dropped to cover her already sore backside. Lana heard Emma beg for mercy from Wes before Dante pulled her away and out of the room.
Her curiosity had seemed to cause her new friend to get in trouble, but that wasn’t what truly upset her. Dante’s anger had been terrifying and unnatural, but she had been able to break him out of it—and being able to do that was alarming.
Back in the hallway outside the dining hall, she paused. “Dante?”
He simply looked back at her, his eyes somewhere far away. Sadness seemed to envelop him to the very core, and she was unsure how to proceed. Gently, she prodded him to see if he would open up to her.
“Is everything alright? Why did that make you so angry?” she asked, her voice as soft as she could muster.
“Lana, even for you, this is not up for discussion.”
“But why?”
“Ask again, and we’ll return to my bedroom and I will spank your little bottom until it’s red as a tomato.”
Lana quieted, afraid that he might actually do it. She had only been with him a day, and he had already threatened to spank her twice. Her body warmed with yearning and she blushed, her emotions betraying her once again. Desire pumped deep in her core. Why did he have such an effect on her?
“What if I want you to spank me?” she whispered in a daze, unaware she had actually spoken aloud. When she realized she had, she gasped, her hand flying to cover her lips and her eyes gazing into his. It was obvious he had heard every single word.
He stared at her, his sadness long gone and something decidedly more dominant and firm masking his face. Dante pulled her toward him, cupping her face and looking down into her eyes. She felt his power take hold of her and her body stilled.
“Just by meeting your eyes, I can tell what you’re thinking. I sensed your reaction the first time I threatened you with a spanking, and it was written all over your face when Wes revealed that he had already punished you in that manner. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” Lana breathed shakily.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now since you asked me so nicely, we’re going to go to my bedroom, and I’m going to spank you. And you will obey my every word, my pet.”
“But Dante!” she begged, suddenly aware of how dire her situation was becoming. “Please! You can’t spank me! I’m a grown woman!”
“Shall I start your spanking in the dining hall? Many humans are spanked in front of an audience. In fact, it’s often expected. You wouldn’t be the first.”
“No, sir,” she responded meekly.
“Then, you will follow me, and think about how your bare backside will soon be over my knee. Am I understood, young lady?”
“Yes, sir.”
Dante broke her gaze and walked off briskly. She followed quickly, not wanting to incite him further. Everything he did exuded dominance. His gait was strong and firm, and when he looked back to make sure she was following, a small smile appeared at the edge of his lips; dangerous, but intoxicating at the same time.
Lana’s mind whirled, fearful, but oddly excited. She was going to get spanked.
Visions of Dante lifting her skirt and pulling down her panties danced through her head. Involuntarily, she began to feel wetness pool between her legs. Why the hell was she reacting like this? She wanted the floor to suddenly swallow her up.
Far too quickly, they returned to Dante’s bedroom. He opened the door and ushered her inside. The door closed behind them with such a deafening finality that Lana stiffened almost instantaneously.
She didn’t say a word.
His presence said everything. He stood behind her, not touching her, not saying anything. She was to obey in whatever he wished. There was something in that thought that made her feel completely safe, but nervous at the same time.
She jumped when his fingers brushed her hair to the side and lingered over the place where he had tattooed her. Warm lips kissed her there, and a soft moan escaped her throat. Strangely enough, she didn’t feel any pain. He dragged his teeth across her skin, and a glimmer of fear splashed over her. His lips settled next to her ear.
“Tonight, my pet, I will teach you to obey me.”
Lana shivered, her nerves almost getting the best of her. Was he really going to follow through with spanking her? Closing her eyes, she waited, her breathing ragged.
Dante guided her forward to the black leather couch in the sitting room area. He sat down and stood her between his thighs. She noted at that point that the pretty loveseat looked very soft and plush. Desperate, her mind tried to ignore the immediate future, but it was futile as Dante took her hands and met her eyes.
“Lana, I want you to understand how things will be between us. When I give you a command, you are to obey without question, regardless of the situation. Since this is your first spanking, I will be a little lenient. In the future, should you disappoint me in any way, I will spank you with things other than my hand, and it won’t always be here in the privacy of our bedroom.”
Lana’s eyes grew big and her face redder. Butterflies seemed to dance inside her tummy.
“Now, I’m going to give you your first command. I want you to put yourself over my knees.”
Her body seemed to react before her mind did, and she slowly moved to the side and placed herself face down over his thighs. She was suddenly aware of how her bottom stuck up in the air, awaiting his punishing hand. Her skin tingled. Her dress was just long enough to cover her cheeks, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief.
Dante adjusted her forward so that her bottom seemed to rise impossibly higher. Presented in just that way, it felt like an immense target, begging him to spank it. A whimper escaped her lips. Her muscles tensed when she felt his hand rest on her right cheek. Here we go, she thought.
“Lana. I want you to remember this, should you hesitate to follow my orders in the future.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, hoping to please him. “You don’t have to do this.”
“Oh, Lana, yes I do,” he said with a soft chuckle.
His hand left her bottom, and the first spank fell. It sounded like a gunshot in the surrounding silence. She was stunned by the sound, and the sting arrived by the time the second slap fell on the opposite cheek. This felt different than the spanking with Wes—more intimate, more embarrassing because he had already recognized her body’s innermost desires, even before she did. Dante gripped her hip with his hand, and with the other, began spanking her harder. She gasped as he increased the intensity, each blow progressively harder. This was really starting to hurt!
Each spank centered on the fullest part of her bottom as the sharp sting continued to build. Dante paused and Lana breathed a sigh of relief. She went to push back up, but Dante held her steadfast to his thighs. He gripped the hem of her dress and dragged it up, revealing her panties and probably very pink ass to his full view. After readjusting her, he started spanking her anew.
Lana cried out, the pain beginning to get to her. It felt like thousands of bees were stinging her bottom, over and over. Dante began spanking her whole backside, her left then her right, upper and lower cheeks. He paused and ran his fingers over her scalded flesh.
She sighed as the tips of his fingers glided up and down her legs. Suddenly, without warning, he worked his fingers under the seam of her panties and pulled them swiftly down to about mid-thigh.
Her hands flew back in an attempt to restore her modesty, and hopefully, grab her panties and pull them back up. Dante responded by grabbing her arm and pinning it to her back, leaving her bare bottomed and trapped over his knees. She tried to struggle, but to no avail. Her body seemed glued to his thighs. He was going to spank her very naked backside whether she liked it or not.
Her helplessness very clear, Dante started spanking her harder than ever before. This time, he did not neglect her upper thighs, which made Lana cry out. He began to focus there, and she felt tears come unbidden to her eyes. It seemed like the spanks grew harder and faster with every passing second.
A sob broke free from her lips, and she began to cry. Here she was, upended over a man’s knee with her bare bottom being spanked with no escape in sight. She was learning that she was no longer in control, and that Dante could do whatever he wanted. His spanks rained down on the extremely sensitive area where her upper thighs and bottom met, and she cried. Strangely, the tension left her body as she submitted to the punishment Dante had decided to give her.
Her bottom throbbed as Dante spanked her even harder, but she felt safe. She didn’t have to be in control, and he said he would protect her. Her tears continued to fall, and she didn’t even realize he had stopped spanking her. His fingers kneaded her punished flesh, and she began to relax.
“I expect, that this small lesson in obedience may stay with you for some time now.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice still thick with her tears.
He lifted her up into his lap and held her close, cuddling her head on his shoulder. Kissing the top of her head, Dante caressed her back. They sat there in each other’s arms silently as Lana’s breathing calmed. Slowly, it registered to her that her bottom was still bare and that she’d kicked off her panties at some point during her spanking.
Her well-spanked bottom throbbed, and she gingerly reached down to touch the heat radiating off her skin. Dante lifted her and stood, carrying her over to a full-length mirror in the sitting room. He placed her down and adjusted her dress so that her red backside glowed in the reflection. Gently grabbing her chin, he forced her to look upon his handiwork.
“I want you to understand, Lana, that whenever you disobey or disappoint me, this is what will happen. I will spank you every day, if it is necessary. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” she nodded, her voice soft with submission. She felt that strange heat pass through her with a jolt at his threat. Lust surged through her body and wetness pooled between her thighs. These feelings were foreign, as she was still naïve in the ways of sex.
“Come with me, Lana,” Dante said softly, leading her back to the couch. He sat down and pulled her back over his thighs.
“Please! I promise I won’t disobey you, sir. I’ve learned my lesson!” she shouted, desperate. Her bottom couldn’t take another spanking in its burning state.
Instead, his fingers continued to explore her thighs. He dragged them up and down, his fingernails digging into her flesh. Hot desire shot through her and a soft moan escaped her lips. Squeezing her legs together, she tried to hide her body’s visceral reaction to him, but this act of chasteness only seemed to make her hotter.
A sharp spank exploded over her two cheeks, and she cried out.
“Open your legs,” Dante said, his voice on the verge of a growl.
Lana tried to calm herself and hesitantly obeyed. Squeezing her eyes shut, she hoped he wouldn’t see just how much of an effect on her body this treatment was causing her. His fingers dipped lower, touching her inner thighs. She held her breath, awaiting his every touch.
“I want you to beg for me to grant you release.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You are not allowed to orgasm without my permission.”
She was silent for a moment, a moment that he must have considered too long, because two spanks bit into each cheek, awakening the passion that had begun to form deep in her core and to throb in the cleft between her legs. Both swats sent a hot streak of desire directly there, igniting her body even further.
“Yes, sir,” she managed to repeat, her voice barely audible.
His fingers continued their exploration, and lingered on her bottom. Finally, he grazed over the glistening folds between her legs, and she moaned loudly, never having experienced anything like this before. Separating her lower lips, he glided over her little bud of pleasure and stayed there, exerting a pressure that made Lana nearly want to climb the walls. He stilled.
“My, my, it seems that my naughty pet enjoyed her spanking.” He clicked his tongue in mock disapproval and his fingers began to circle that small spot where all her pleasure seemed to center. Her hips bucked as strong feelings of lust washed over her, and her body, hot and ready for him, reacted almost violently. His fingers slowed, drifted away from her bud, and traced up and down her lower lips. She trembled under his ministrations, fighting the desire that raced through her. Did she really want this? Did she trust him to take her to such a vulnerable place? He returned to the core of her pleasure and began to circle again. Her mind went blank, hot passion raging through every limb.
Her body reacted wildly; wanton in that her hips rolled against his thigh, trying desperately to seek some unknown release. His fingers were relentless, brushing against her sensitive lower lips, and mercilessly circling the core where all her pleasure seemed to radiate. Every time she seemed close to losing it, he backed off, building her up over and over again.
She moaned repeatedly, surprising even herself at how loud and animalistic each moan sounded. Every time she thought he had pushed her as far as she thought she could go, seconds away from release, he pulled back. Desperate whines emerged from her throat.
“Please,” she said, breathless.
“Please what?” Dante calmly replied, his voice steady.
“Please, sir, please let me come,” she cried out, unable to stop her hips from rolling lewdly into his thighs.
Dante was still for a moment, and hot panic raced through her. What if he wouldn’t let her? Slowly, his fingers returned to graze her folds, and settled back onto the now very eager bud between her thighs. He circled it, adding more and more pressure. He built her up again, and this time, did not hold back.
A wave of ecstasy crashed over her, like she had fallen off a cliff into a world of pleasure. Her orgasm flashed hotly through her as her screams filled the room. She bucked over his thighs as his fingers played with her pussy relentlessly. It seemed like she was on a rollercoaster, as one orgasm ended and another took over her. Dante wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her firm over his knees, as her orgasms became her entire world.
Dante brought her to orgasm three times before she lay spent, twitching over his lap, her pussy throbbing as he cupped her sex with his hand. He leaned down and put his lips next to her ear, tightening his grip over the place between her legs.
“This is mine, all mine, and it will forever be mine,” he said, a dominant growl lingering in his voice.
“Yes, sir,” she murmured, trying to catch her breath. Intense pangs of desire ran through her as his touch ignited her every nerve, once again, even in her drained state.
Dante held her there over his lap for a few more minutes as her body calmed. When she finally felt like she had returned from the clouds, she fidgeted a little, letting him know she was all right. Again, he lifted her, but this time, he carried her to his bed. Stripping off her dress, he pulled back the covers and helped her underneath them. His palm lingered on her still-pink bottom, and Lana let him, her lustful feelings still raging through her body.
Suddenly exhausted, Lana closed her eyes and Dante pulled up the plush quilt, tucking her in. Sleep took over her, and she hardly noticed when he curled up next to her, gazing down at the satisfaction that must have been painted all over her face.