Chapter Fifteen
In the weeks following the defeat of Lord Nero, the planet of Terranovum experienced myriad changes. The kingdom of D’Lormere dissolved and Legeari took over, making Dante the supreme leader of all the land. The dichotomy between the rich of Drentine, the old capital of D’Lormere, and the poor of the surrounding territories was no more, and everyone received an equal share of energy once again. Shelters offering food and a safe place sprang up all over, taking in the poor who had suffered under Nero’s rule. The nobles of D’Lormere, once strong old men who pushed Nero to take over Legeari, disappeared into the wilds and were never seen again.
A strong sense of peace took over Terranovum as the people rejoiced over once again bowing to a fair and just leader. Dante was revered far and wide, with Lana by his side as a majestic and strong queen as well. Lana worked fervently to see that humans were treated more fairly under the hands of the Erassans, and Dante supported her at every step.
Morgana and Kade helped to establish trading routes throughout the newly expanded kingdom. The king’s sorceress did whatever she could to help her people and to support her sovereign. Many times, they would leave the city to travel into the country, the fiery redhead astride Kade’s back, as his wolf form ran off into the distance. Rarely, they even climbed up together on the ever-growing form of Ragoth, who seemed to be evolving into a fiercer dragon by the day.
Olivia and Wes supported both couples in their endeavors, all while working on their own mission. They labored together in order to organize the creation of an army larger than no other, created as a way to enforce loyalty and to minimize civil strife. Male Erassans and humans alike were proud to be a part of the military. Wes appointed her as the captain of the air cavalry, and she proudly served under his guiding hand in more ways than one.
One night when things began to settle, she felt her mate’s hand push her hair aside, revealing the back of her neck to his view. Soft lips pressed against her sensitive skin, and she moaned under her breath as his fingers traced along the leather of her collar.
“Come. I have plans for us tonight, kitten.”
“Mmmhhhhmmmmm. Yes, master,” she breathed, looking forward to what was to come. In the events of late, they had very little time to themselves to enjoy each other.
“I want to find you on your knees outside my chambers right now, fully naked and waiting for me. You have five minutes before I follow. Go.”
She couldn’t contain the smile on her face before she scurried off down the halls of the castle. Reaching his door, she sighed happily, slipping off her shoes and pulling her dress over her head. Folding the material neatly, she placed it on a short wooden stool that he must have put aside by the door for her. Feeling a blush come over her face, she looked from side to side down the hall, knowing that it was unlikely that anyone else would venture down this wing, but that didn’t help her nerves in the slightest. Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she knelt down on the soft, luxurious gray carpet in front of his door. Spreading her thighs wide apart, she put her hands down on top of them, palms facing up.
After that, she waited, her heart pounding the blood through her limbs, as her muscles quivered in anticipation. Her pussy clenched, and she had to hold back a moan as her arousal dripped down her thighs. Every second she knelt there, naked and alone, her body heated further, the silence of the hall deafening to her ears.
Closing her eyes, she strained to hear something, and was rewarded with a footstep far off in the distance. Each fall of his boot sounded closer and closer, matching the beat of her heart. Her breath deepened and it took everything within her to stay still.
Each step he took rang out, and her breathing quickened. The sound bounced off the solid rock walls, and her nipples peaked painfully hard. She wondered if he would put the nipple clamps on her breasts again, and the thought nearly undid her resolve to not move. At long last, his black polished leather boots stopped in front of her, and she didn’t dare lift her eyes lest she displease him. She studied the golden thread that edged the hem of his pants in an effort to keep her thoughts calm. Surprisingly, it didn’t help.
He reached over her and swung the door open behind her.
“Crawl inside. I want to admire your pale delectable globes before I paint them a pretty pink. You’re getting spanked tonight, kitten, and you’re going to love every second of it. And then, if you behave like a good little submissive, I just might surprise you with a little something else.”
A shiver raced down her spine as she turned around, placing her hands flat on the floor as she slinked forward. She was immensely grateful for the soft carpet against her knees as she moved, only stopping when she reached the center of his bedroom.
Wes didn’t shift behind her, and she knew he was watching her every move, observing how her wet pussy probably peeked out from between her thighs, and how he could see the tight pucker between her bottom cheeks.
Her honey seeped between her folds, and she knew he could see just how excited she was becoming.
“Stop there, and spread your legs.”
Obeying his command, she halted, extending her knees far outside the line of her hips. Her bottom trembled, almost as if she could already feel his punishing hand spanking her naughty backside. She heard him finally begin to stir, the creak of the wooden armoire reverberating behind her, as her thighs shuddered with anticipation.
A foreign feeling traced up the back of her thighs, and it took her a moment to recognize what it was. Supple warm leather dragged up her skin, and a solid pop cracked out before she realized that he had snapped her bottom with his crop. Another blow smacked against the opposite side, and she struggled not to move as the sting raced through her system. She whined when she felt the head off the crop bounce off her soaking lower lips.
“Ask me to crop your naughty pussy, already sopping wet and aching for my cock. Beg me for it, kitten.” Pausing, he moved behind her. “Now, elbows on the floor, you should know better. Make sure to show me all of your secrets.”
Moaning, she hesitantly placed her elbows on the carpet, knowing that now he had an unobstructed view as well as a very clear target.
“Please, master. Would you spank my naughty pussy with your crop?”
Slap!
Her hips rocked forward violently at the shock of the blow, but she quickly righted herself, her sensitive folds stinging slightly. The crop fell again and again, smacking her pussy with a solid wet sound that made her flush, embarrassed at how turned on she was becoming from it. This wasn’t a punishment, and it didn’t really hurt all that much, but the subtle sting quickly turned into an unbearable throbbing that centered deeply in the tiny bundle of nerves between her legs. She moaned when his finger connected with her clit, dragging upwards and dipping into her slick channel. First one digit, and then two pressed deep inside her before he pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and needy.
Moments later, his fingers pressed against her lips and she opened her mouth, dutifully cleaning her sweet honey from them. Grabbing her about the waist, he sat down on the nearby loveseat and effortlessly placed her over his knees. He cracked his hand down on her vulnerable bottom, and she shrieked in both lust and surprise. Again and again he spanked her, most likely turning her pale bottom a pretty pink, and then a voracious red within seconds.
Crying out at the sudden onslaught as he attacked her upper thighs, she couldn’t help but realize her body was getting unbelievably hotter. Regardless of the fact that his heavy palm stung heavily, making her bottom feel like it had been bitten by a thousand bees, her body loved every second of it.
Pausing the heavy spanks that rained down on her backside, his hand dipped between her thighs to circle her pulsating clit, and she groaned at the intense desire that rocketed straight to her desperate core. Grinding into his hand, her body begged him to allow her to come. She struggled to keep herself from disobeying him, knowing she was only allowed release when he deemed it so.
Instead he pulled his hand away and began to spank her again, cupping his hand so that the sounds of her punishment echoed loudly throughout the room. Her hips wiggled, trying to escape the blows, before his other arm snaked around her waist, holding her tight to him.
He thrashed her sit spots several more times, and ended with a few solid spanks to her pussy, the sound of his palm connecting with her very wet flesh causing her to whine out loud. Picking her up and throwing her on the bed, he freed his cock and thrust into her. His thumb pressed down on her clit and she knew she was lost.
“Come for me, kitten. Come all over my cock.”
Her back arched, and her entire body shuddered with her orgasm. His rough pads dug into her hips as he pulled out and slammed back into her, her massive cock stretching her wide. She came hard and her pussy milked his shaft, clenching with the force of her shattering release.
Pulling out one more time, he flipped her on her belly and held her hips high in the air. His finger probed her bottom hole, spreading her ample wetness around it. Nestling his hardness at her entrance, he pressed slowly yet purposely into the tight rim of muscle. Delirious with passion, she didn’t fight him, and before long, his large cock was fully seated deep inside her ass. He began pumping into her, all the while gradually increasing his pace to a frantic level.
Fucking her good and hard, he held her hips close to his, his other hand working her clit, bringing her release again and again, until at last his seed coated her walls, hot and ready for her. Reaching back, she grasped his hand on her hip and came with him. Her bottom full of his cock, red from being spanked like his naughty girl, her pussy already fucked hard like she loved it, she felt truly and utterly owned in every sense of the word.
His cock left her bottom, and she suddenly missed the feeling of fullness. Wes helped her to stand up, kissing her fully on the lips, the look in his eyes satisfied and happy. She felt his seed drip down her leg and she smiled, marked by him in more ways than one.
Picking her up in his arms, he carried her off to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and thoroughly cleaned every inch of her body. Soft tremors raced through her body at his delicate touch, sweet and caring like he always was with her.
Not long after, she was bundled in a soft towel and placed in a sitting position on the edge of his bed. Rummaging in a drawer in the bedside table, he found what he was looking for and knelt in front of her. A nervous look passed over his face before he swallowed heavily and began to speak.
“Olivia, as your master I couldn’t ask for anything more out of you as a submissive. As your lover though, I have one more question for you, and it would mean the world to me if you would say yes.”
“What is it, Wes?” she asked, as her brow furrowed in confusion.
“Marry me, Olivia. Make me the happiest man on the planet, and become my wife,” he said, opening a small navy suede box to reveal a large emerald-colored stone surrounded by gems that she thought looked like diamonds.
Speechless for a moment, she looked at the ring before her, and then glanced back up to meet his eyes. Intense and unequivocal joy took over her senses before she jumped to her feet and threw her arms around his neck.
“Yes! My answer is yes!” she cried out, tears of happiness beginning to stream down her cheeks. Wes wrapped his arms around her waist and rose up, twirling her around with him.
“I love you, kitten.”
“I love you too, master.”
She smiled, her bottom still sore from her recent spanking. Smirking, she glanced down at him, her sense of defiance returning in full force.
“You know, I’m thinking of doing something especially naughty tonight. How will you ever keep your brand new fiancée in line, I wonder?”
“Just spanked, and already you need another one? Well, good thing I have a paddle with your name on it in order to curtail naughty future wives.”
“Wes!” she cried out, suddenly finding herself face down and over his knees once again. “You can’t!”
Squealing as a wooden paddle bit into her already sore bottom, she couldn’t help but notice as her pussy clenched in anticipation of whatever else he had planned in store for her that night. She smiled, knowing that no matter what happened in the next few hours, she would love every single second of it.