Chapter Five
Olivia stood tall, her back arched, with her arms crossed behind her back. Her breasts hung heavy, her nipples pebbled so hard that they ached. Her legs were spread wide, and she could feel her arousal dripping from her secret folds onto her inner thighs. Wes stood in front of her, holding a crop and wearing nothing but a pair of dark blue jeans. They hung very low on his waist, revealing cuts of his muscles that nearly took her breath away. His skin was tan, and his abdomen and chest flexed as she continued her lazy perusal. His entire body seemed to be cut from stone, hard ridges leading to one, and then another. Her pussy clenched.
His icy blue eyes seemed to hint at the depths of his soul, and his messy blond locks were just begging for her to run her fingers through them. Her core throbbed with need, her body becoming quickly overwhelmed with unquenchable desire. Taking deep breaths, she waited and watched as he began to move around her, his footsteps in sync with the beat of her heart. She winced visibly when he pressed the crop in between her breasts, but collected herself seconds after. He dragged the leather tip up her neck to underneath her chin, pushing her eyes up from the floor and away from his chiseled torso to meet his smoldering gaze. Her throat suddenly felt like cotton, and she found it difficult to swallow.
She felt the leather drag back down her flesh and held still as it glided around the bottom curve of her breast. He snapped it lightly underneath each breast, making them ache as her nipples hardened, even more so than before. As he moved out of her line of vision, she felt the crop snap lightly between her shoulder blades, and then crack even harder as it caught the flesh of her buttocks.
The leather trailed across her skin, and she moaned as every inch of her it touched felt like it had caught on fire. Every gentle slap of the crop shot straight to her core, and she fought to keep her hips from rocking forward. Her muscles tightened at a particularly hard swat across her buttocks, the sharp bite of the crop presenting first as pain, but quickly evolving into pleasure. Her pussy clenched in excitement.
“Close your eyes.”
Without hesitation, she obeyed, and her senses amplified. Her sight taken away from her, all she could do was feel and listen for the next fall of the crop. The entire experience was more than intense, it was magnificent. He moved silently, so that she didn’t know when he was going to catch the underside of her bottom cheeks, or her breasts, or the sides of her hips, or the backs of her thighs. Her chest rose and fell, and she cried out when he tapped the leather against her nipple, but her reaction wasn’t from the pain, it was from the rampant desire that coursed through her. He did it again, over and over, switching back and forth from one nipple to the other. Her thighs began to quiver, and he dragged the crop down between her breasts to her navel, and then even lower, until the tip of the crop lay over the top of her clit.
She stopped breathing. Time seemed to slow as he took the crop away from her pussy. Expecting a sharp slap to fall at any second, she breathed a sigh of relief when he brought it back down gently. He did this a few times in a row, and she finally relaxed. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, and she could hardly contain herself, her lust was so great. Just when she had grown comfortable, he pressed the crop firmly against her. And then he took it away again.
Smack!
The slap was still gentle, but harsh enough that she cried out, in either pleasure or pain, she wasn’t sure. He did it again, and her hips rolled wildly forward. He pressed his body up against her back and grabbed a fistful of her hair, arching her backwards even farther. Her scalp burned, but it only added more fuel to the fire. Her entire body smoldered red hot, aching with need for release. She panted as he pulled her head back so far that it nearly rested on his shoulder. She moaned when he reached around her body and settled the crop back on her clit.
“You are not to come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master.”
He brought the crop down, flat on her pussy, and she trembled, her need growing stronger and higher with each passing second. She felt like a rope drawn up tight, its threads beginning to tear until all at once, she might break in two. He brought the crop down again, electricity shot through her body, and her breathing turned into one low toe-curling moan. Her bottom pressed up against the hardness of his member, constrained within the confines of his jeans. She could feel every long inch of him and she wanted it all.
Smack!
The crop slapped against the slickness of her arousal, the wet sound reverberating throughout the room. Again and again, the crop fell, until she whimpered and began to beg.
“Please, master, I can’t take it. I need… I need to come, master.”
“You will take five more, and on stroke five, you may have your release, but if you come before that, I’m going to sit down and spank you for disobeying me. Now, can you do that?”
“Yes, master,” she breathed, hardly able to coherently form words anymore.
Slap!
She moaned, the pain only taking a quarter of a second to morph into wild pleasure. The second and third swats of the crop came quickly, and she stood up on her toes as her body began to rebel. Deep breaths and a pause allowed her to keep her release at bay. She wanted to obey him, needed to follow his command. Her mind fought, but her body yielded, melting into him.
Smack!
The fourth spank fell on her pussy, harder than all the others and she cried out at the intensity of pleasure that it created. She was almost there, almost, one more swat and she could come. She wanted to be his good girl, and not defy his command.
“Ready, little one?”
It took everything she had just to nod, as she moaned with her need.
“Come now.”
Slap!
The second the crop touched her skin, the rope that was pulled tight within her broke, the tension inside her releasing as her orgasm cascaded over her like a waterfall. Caught in the overwhelming riptide, she screamed her pleasure. The crop pressed down on her clit, and she rolled her hips against it, the leather scraping over her needy bud. His grip tightened on her hair and she pushed back against him, screaming her desire, no longer caring how wild or wanton she was acting.
Smack!
He brought down the crop again, and a second, more intense orgasm took over her body. She cried, she screamed, and she moaned—all while under the lash of the leather implement. She felt wicked for enjoying it so much, but her blood boiled with her need for it. Never in her life had she ever felt so wanted or needed, and she craved every second.
Softy, he tapped the crop against her clit as the aftershocks of her multiple releases rocked her system, and he held her tight as she lost her ability to stand on her own. Her legs were numb and weak, and she leant against him, grateful for his support. He held her close and released her hair, yet kept the crop against her pussy. Her chest heaved as she forced air in and out of her lungs. He drew back and helped her to disentangle her arms from behind her back.
Mind-numbing pleasure—that’s what he’d given her.
“My, my, kitten. I believe you’ve enjoyed having your pussy spanked.”
She blushed at his words, so raw and wicked, but incredibly arousing. She glanced down at her punished folds, seeing that they were engorged with her pleasure, yet only slightly pink. Still feeling her wetness glide down her thighs, she pressed them together, her channel feeling achingly empty. Gazing at the bed, she wished he would throw her down and take her from behind, fucking her empty pussy hard.
Taken aback at the thought, her eyes opened wide. Since when had she become such a wanton woman, aching to be filled and thoroughly claimed by her man? What was happening to her? And how the hell was Wes having this effect on her?
She watched as he moved the crop from her body and threw it on the bed.
“I want…” Her voice trailed off.
“What do you want, kitten?”
He flipped her around so that she faced him, his cock pressing into her stomach, and his predatory gaze staring back at her. Her body heated for him, begging for his touch once again. She was insatiable. Quickly, her gaze dropped to the bulge in his jeans, and drew back up to his face.
“Go, get on the bed, and spread your legs. I want to see every inch of you, begging for me to fuck you hard, like the naughty girl you are.”
She simply stared back at him in disbelief.
“Do you want a spanking first?”
Shaking her head, she rushed to obey him. Turning away, she quickly climbed up and onto the bed. Lying down on her back, she opened her legs, so wide that he wouldn’t have to correct her. She gawked as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his thick thighs, so that he was left in only a pair of silky black underwear. He met her eyes as he pushed them down his hips next, releasing his massive cock. Saying it was large was an understatement, and she doubted that it could actually fit inside her. Its bulbous head strained toward her, and she licked her lips as she saw a drop of pre-come emerge from it.
He climbed up on the bed and hovered over her, his fists pressing down into the bed on either side of her hips. Her breath hitched as she felt the bed shift, and the head of his cock probed against the entrance to her very wet channel.
Gently, he pressed his cock into her, inch by achingly long inch until he was fully seated inside her. He stilled for a moment before grabbing the backs of her thighs and lifting her hips into the air. His gaze smoldered, and she gasped as she felt him thrust even deeper in her pussy.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, master.”
“Good, because I’m about to fuck you good and hard, so that you scream my name as you come all over me. Hear that, kitten?”
She could only moan in response as he pulled his cock out, and then slammed back into her slick entrance. He fucked her hard, his member ramming deep into her over and over. He could have been gentle, but she didn’t want him to be. She needed to be filled and fucked, and he was doing a damn good job of it. His thumb brushed over her clit before pressing down and circling it. She wanted, needed more of him. Craved it even.
“Oh, god, please, master,” she whined, unable to stifle the moans that tore from her throat. She held onto him, her wrists clasped behind his neck as he rode her hard, her fingers gripping his warm skin.
His thumb pressed harder, and she begged, pleading with him, until finally he brought his lips down to her neck, kissing until he bit softly down on her earlobe.
“Come.”
It only took that single word for her to fall apart and hurtle into a world of pleasure. Reaching orgasm for the third time in less than a few hours, her hips rocked in synchrony with his, his cock pumping into her, before finally, he stilled, and his hot seed spurted deep in her pussy. She clung to him as she rode out her release, and he thrust out his own.
Gazing up at him, she smiled a little, and his lips tore down to overtake hers. He kissed her, his tongue ravaging and plundering deep inside. When he finally pulled away, she was breathless, her need rising within her once again.
Her pussy clenched around his cock and he groaned. Regrettably, he pulled his shaft from her, and she noticed that it was still impossibly hard. He grinned when he noticed her gaze.
“Like what you see, Olivia?” His expression was nothing but suggestive.
“You’re impossible!”
“Just for you, kitten,” he smirked.
She rolled her eyes as he rolled off of her. He paused and brushed a strand of stray hair out of her eyes. Smiling back at him, she was unable to even pretend at being annoyed. He brought his lips down to hers and kissed her so gently, she practically melted further into his arms. She felt comfortable with him, even though she shouldn’t. Her body seemed attuned with his
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up so I can introduce you to my stead, and then, you can meet that filthy dragon of Morgana’s.”
“A dragon?”
“Yeah. Apparently she found an extinct species somewhere, and now they’re all allies to our kingdom. Go figure.”
“Wow… didn’t expect that one.”
“Me neither. And he’s an ornery one now that he’s grown bigger than a horse. He grumbles. I never heard of a dragon that grumbles. Hell, he’s worse than I am!”
“I’d find that hard to believe,” she responded, her voice light with amusement. He looked back at her, his smirk growing, even as his look darkened.
“You’re lucky I like you, otherwise I’d spank you for that.”
“From what I understand, you’re not one to hold back on that front,” she said while reaching back to rub her backside, still feeling the sting from the bite of the crop. The scene they had just shared had been incredible, and her body warmed at just the thought of it. His mood was light, and that brought a smile to her face. His hand swung around, slapping against her bottom cheeks. She cried out in disbelief, and visibly saw his face darken with his own need to dominate her.
He pressed her belly down into the mattress, so that her bottom was exposed to the air. Gasping in protest, she stilled as he rained spanks down on her sensitive nether cheeks, focusing on the spot where her thighs met her backside. She cried out as her bottom began to burn, and he spanked her even harder.
“You know me well already. If I have my way, this gorgeous bottom of yours will always be a pretty shade of red. What do you think of that?”
“Wes!”
“Nope, I don’t think that’s how you’re supposed to refer to me now, is it?”
“Owww! It hurts!”
“It’s a spanking. It’s supposed to hurt.”
His hand felt like a paddle, it was so large that it covered an entire side of her bottom with every swat. Her blood began to boil, the pain of his spanks igniting something deep in her core. She panted and whined as he continued her punishment.
“Wes, please!”
“Do I need a paddle to remind you what the correct way to address me is, Olivia?”
“No! No paddle, please, master!”
The spanks lighting her bottom on fire suddenly stopped, and his finger lingered on the space between her thighs. She groaned as his fingers glided over her obvious arousal, and she gasped when his hand clapped over her pussy in a mark of ownership that heated her body to new levels. The sound of his palm slapping against her dampness caused her entire body to flush in embarrassment. Wes smiled darkly as he pulled his hand away, leaving her breathy and wanting more, even after the events of the morning they had just shared.
“Come, let’s get you cleaned up so that we can get our day started.” He offered her his hand and helped her to climb out of bed. The moment her bottom touched the covers, she hissed, still sore from her very recent spanking. Wes apparently noticed and a lopsided grin graced his lips.
“Oh, Olivia, that was just a love pat. Wait until I really have to punish that naughty bottom of yours. You won’t be able to sit for a good few days when I’m finished with you!”
Glaring at him, she felt her lower lip protrude a little bit in an obvious pout, and he chuckled at her. Instead of saying anything, he led her into a nearby bathroom. He turned on the water in the large stand-up shower as she looked longingly at the bathtub beside it. He adjusted the water to a reasonable temperature and pulled her in with him.
She groaned as the warm water caressed her skin, and he began to wash her. He poured shampoo into his palm and worked it into her soft waves. Olivia sighed softly, feeling well taken care of. His fingers kneaded into her scalp, massaging away all her thoughts and worries. With a cloth, he next bathed her body, spending extra time scrubbing her sore bottom cheeks. Arousal began to pool between her thighs once again at his firm, yet gentle touch. Leaning her head back, she didn’t fight, his fingers working her sore muscles until she felt like a puddle of jelly. She couldn’t help but moan quietly, his touch shooting tendrils of desire straight to her core. Her body wanted more, couldn’t stop wanting him.
She should hate him, another man who was making her submit to him. She had been Lord Nero’s prisoner and he had taken liberties with her body, and had allowed other men to as well. Closing her eyes, she shivered at all the things he had made her do, but she was in the hands of Nero’s enemy now, and from what she could see, this man before her and the king were the good guys. Even Wes, with all his alpha male tendencies, was good, kind, and sweet. He seemed to know exactly how far to push her before he pulled back. He knew when to hold her, when to care for her, and when to take control of her, when they had only met the day before. How could he know her so well already?
Deep inside her, there was something that wanted to defy him, but in the same breath, wanted to submit to him. Every time he touched her, the blood inside her boiled and her body quaked with need for him. She had never felt anything like it before, the draw to him so strong that she was powerless to fight it. Even now, after three orgasms from his hand, she craved more of him.
“Olivia. You’re glowing.”
“What?” she asked, turning around toward him.
“Look at your skin, it’s glowing with a white light.”
Opening her eyes, she looked down at her hands. He was right. Her skin was radiant, a shimmering white light coming off her skin. It was magical. She ran a finger along her forearm, feeling the warmth of her aura. The glow was there for a few seconds longer before it began to fade away.
“What was that?”
“I don’t know, possibly… well, maybe Morgana would know something about it,” he said as his brow furrowed in thought, his eyes narrowed as he concentrated on her.
Looking back down at her hands, she saw her usual pale skin, now back to its normal, more natural color, yet slightly flushed pink from the heat of the water still cascading off of her body. Shaking her head, she maneuvered under the stream of the spray, rinsing the soap from her hair and the rest of her body. Wes was watching her, a curious look painted over his features. Once she was clean, she climbed out of the shower and pulled a soft white towel from a nearby shelf. Unfolding it, she draped the soft cloth around her body, sighing softly at its gentle caress.
Peeking off to her right, she watched as Wes lathered himself, running his fingers through his hair and all over his body. His cock stood proudly at attention and she licked her lips, imagining running her tongue up and down his length. She wanted to take him in her mouth and make him feel as good as he’d made her feel. Rivulets of water raced down his body, dripping off the tip of his hardness, making it even more difficult to look anywhere but at him. The moment the water turned off, she tore her eyes away, but not before seeing his wicked smile. She’d been caught.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he came up behind her and picked up a hairbrush off the counter. It was a heavy wooden brush, and seemed to be made for spanking naughty women. Her bottom tingled, and she wondered if it would ever touch her own bottom cheeks in that way. She jumped when he began to brush her hair instead, looking in a large mirror in front of her. He was looking warmly down at her, and she saw a heavy blush take over her face.
Here she was, having a man simply brush her hair, and all she could think about was him taking her over his knee and spanking her with the very brush he was using to do it. What was wrong with her? Why was she wanting him to cause her pain? To hurt her? Her thighs trembled and she felt arousal coating her slick folds. She shook her head slightly and Wes paused.
“Something the matter?”
“No, nothing at all,” she stammered, her face reddening even further. She saw his eyes narrow slightly, and she knew that he was completely aware of the fact that she hadn’t been entirely truthful. He dropped his eyes and continued to brush her hair, almost as if he hadn’t seen a thing.
“Tell me, Olivia, what is it you are thinking about?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me, kitten, or else I’ll bend you over this counter right now and spank you with this hairbrush. I can always finish brushing out the tangles after I paint your bottom red.”
She didn’t answer right away, and Wes placed a hand between her shoulder blades. Gently he pushed her down, her breasts pressing against the towel, the coolness of the granite coming through the thick cloth. His other hand pulled the material up, so that her naked bottom felt the caress of the warm humid air of the shower.
He tapped the hairbrush on her right cheek first, and then her left. He leaned down and she squirmed as she felt his breath move against her ear.
“Were you thinking about this? How easily I can spank your naughty bottom with the brush that was just being used on your pretty blond hair?”
“I…”
The brush snapped down on her bottom cheeks and she cried out at the sudden ache. It fell again and again, the sting building quickly over her sensitive freshly dried skin. He began to spank her lower bottom and her upper thighs, and it wasn’t long before she was trying to twist away to escape it. His hand moved to her lower back, and he held her firmly against the counter so that she couldn’t get away.
“Yes, master! I was thinking about you spanking me with the brush. I couldn’t help it,” she whined, her voice a higher pitch than usual. He was relentless, and as her hips ground into the counter, her bottom clenched. Pausing, he took a moment to kiss her neck, and then began to whisper in her ear.
“I have a confession. I was thinking about spanking your bottom with this very hairbrush too.”
He released her and helped her to stand back up. Without another word, he returned to brushing out her tangles. She could only watch in the mirror at her flushed face as her body quivered, her desire for more quickly becoming tremendous in its intensity. Pressing her thighs together, she felt her heartbeat throb and her pussy pulsed in rhythm. She knew her lower lips were very wet, just as her bottom stung from the swats he had given her.
Closing her eyes, she focused on the feelings in her body, trying to understand what was happening to her. Her desire stemmed deep in her core and her clit begged for his touch. Her muscles were quivering, wild with her lust. Pain stung her punished bottom cheeks, but if she really focused on it, it didn’t really hurt anymore. In fact, it only seemed to amplify her need for more, her want to be taken and touched.
A man had never made her feel that way before. Ever.
Her days on Earth seemed like ages ago, and she couldn’t even fathom how long she’d been on the planet of Terranovum since she’d been taken. She remembered being sold as a house servant to a kind Erassan family in one of the border towns of Legeari long ago. They’d never raised a hand to her, even when she made mistakes. But all changed when she’d been stolen from them, sold as a slave in D’Lormere and treated like dirt under Nero’s thumb. He had made her feel like she was less than a person, lower than the stray animals that wandered the city streets. She’d been passed around like a common whore, used, and sent on her way to the next tent. Lord Nero had always been in her head with his strange powers, always there, driving her insane with real pain and agony, his powers gripping her head in a vice. She shook just thinking about it and tried to push the fear away.
Just when she’d thought she couldn’t take Lord Nero’s cruelty any longer, Kade—the man who had helped examine her—had pulled her from her misery, bringing her to Eridell, the capital city of Legeari. Afraid, she had evaded the guards for a long time, living on the streets, always in hiding, until many months later she had finally been caught trying to find food. The guards had taken one look at her and then delivered her to the cells that housed all the other human females.
Opening her eyes, she watched Wes, the man who held her close, wondering if at the end of everything, he would really sell her off like he had threatened. Her heart sank a little bit at the thought. Was she just a job to him? Would she ever be more than that? Dropping her eyes, she jumped when she heard the soft click of the brush as he placed it on the counter.
“Come, let’s get you dressed.”
Gently, he pulled the towel away from her, and she caught a glimpse of her pink bottom cheeks in the mirror. Stopping, she placed a hand on her warm globes, still smoldering from the bite of the heavy wooden side of the brush. Her tender flesh burned hot, and she looked back at Wes, only to see a telltale smirk lighting up his face.
“Admiring my handiwork?”
Glaring back, she didn’t dignify him with an answer. Instead, she followed him out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom. He strolled over to a large dresser and paused as he placed his fingers on the handle of the top drawer. If she wasn’t mistaken, his hand had shaken slightly as he had reached forward and the muscles in his back tensed. Concerned, she wandered closer so that she could examine the look on his face.
He drew in a deep breath and opened the drawer. Inside, she saw red sheer cloth, a color she knew well, only worn by human female slaves in Legeari and D’Lormere. Glancing back to her face, he looked sad as his hands lovingly stroked the fabric. Without a doubt, there was something she didn’t know about his past, and if she was a betting woman, she would put money on that fact that there was another human female still in his head. Almost like he was remembering that he wasn’t alone in the room, his eyes turned toward her, sorrow clouding the cold look on his face. Gripping the outfit in his fist, he pushed it roughly into her arms.
“Get dressed. We have things to do today.”
“Wes, is everything alright?”
“Not another word, Olivia.”
His expression chilled her to the bone. Gone was the lighthearted man who’d spanked her, held her, fucked her even. This man was callous and unkind, every tense muscle in his body telling her to stay away. The cruel look in his eyes caused her to take a step back, and she hated to think it, but at that very second, he truly scared her. What had happened to him? Why had seeing a human slave garment caused him to turn into this coldhearted and insensitive being?
Moving away, she put some distance in between them. Familiar with how the fabric should lay over her body, she quickly covered her bare naked skin from his view. There was something that happened in his past that had hardened him, and her best guess was that he lost someone, a woman who had meant a lot to him. Adjusting the material to cover her ample breasts and hips, she waited warily as he dressed. She’d have to watch him closely today, so that she could learn as much about him as possible. There was a big part of her that hoped the warm yet sarcastic Wes she had come to know would return, and this sad and angry person standing before her would disappear for good. She would make it her mission to figure out exactly how to get him back.