She snorted. “Master?”
“You find that amusing?”
“I find it demeaning.”
“Maybe you’ll change your mind after another session over my knee.”
“You’re going to spank me again? Is that the only thing you know how to do?”
“Not the only thing.” His eyes raked over her, and she flushed. “But it is up to you whether you get spanked or not. Obey my orders, do not wander off again, and I will have no reason to punish you.”
He gathered the supplies and stowed them back in the packs. She got to her feet and started to walk away. His hand shot out, grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?”
She stared at him coldly. “I’m going for a swim.”
With one quick move, he pulled her face down on the cloak. Flipped up her skirt and gave her a firm whack on each cheek. “First, you will address me with respect.” He smacked her again, harder. “Second, you go nowhere, do nothing, without asking permission first.”
Before she could scramble away, he reached for the short rope she’d had in her pack. Ayron tied one end around her ankle and the other around his. “I need some sleep. I don’t want to have to stay awake for hours, waiting for you to sneak away again.”
She struggled, but half a dozen sharp swats ended her rebellion. When he let her go, she scooted to the far edge of the cloak. Ayron smothered the torch in the sand and lay down.
He rolled over, closed his eyes, and forced himself to ignore the sobs she tried to stifle.
Chapter Fourteen
Lexi opened her eyes to a night sky ablaze with multicolored stars. The sight took her breath away.
Then reality came crashing back. Those weren’t stars. They were the glowing gemstones of Iridia, embedded in the ceiling of the cave that had become her prison. She’d cried herself to sleep. Tears of anger, frustration, and pain. And regret.
She rolled over. Ayron was on his side, facing her, sound asleep. A cool breeze poured into the grotto from the mouth of the passage. She wondered if it came from the storm he’d said was on its way.
Lexi shivered and tried to draw a corner of the cloak around her body. But she’d laid right on the edge, to stay as far away from him as possible. Even from where she was, his body radiated warmth. She listened to his breathing, made sure he was truly asleep. With her back to him, she scooted closer until her bottom almost touched his crotch and sighed in relief as the heat from his body began warming hers.
Slow and rhythmic, his breath stirred her hair. He muttered something and shifted. Threw an arm over her waist and drew her closer. He must have spent many nights next to a woman or he’d have awakened by now.
She lay there, afraid to move, reveling in the sensation of being nestled against his hard body, his strong arm wrapped protectively around her. With every breath, she inhaled his masculine scent.
His hand moved, brushed her breast. Her nipple hardened, and a tremor rocked her body. His arm tightened, pulling her even closer.
Through the loincloth, she felt his penis swelling. The workings of his male member were a mystery to her. It seemed to have a life of its own. Waking while he slept, getting hard and long at odd times then shrinking down again. At one point yesterday, he even seemed angry with it for getting bigger, as though he had no control over it.
She decided to test her theory, pressed her bottom against the bulge in his garment. He made a noise deep in his throat, and his stiff rod nuzzled the crack in her ass. Her pussy clenched, flooded with moisture. She rocked her hips back against his. Suddenly wanting more. Needing more.
Lost in the moment, she nearly screamed at his voice in her ear. “I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you. But your body wants me right now as much as I want you. Say yes and let me show you what you’ve been missing.” He cupped her breast, stroked the nipple between his thumb and finger. A jolt of electricity shot straight to her clitoris, made it throb.
He slid the tip of his tongue into her ear then nibbled her neck. She shuddered in his arms. “You weren’t supposed to wake up,” she stammered.
“Were you going to have your way with me again while I slept?” A note of humor crept into his voice. “I haven’t spanked you yet for the first time you did that. And now you’ve earned another. But I guarantee, this will be a spanking you’ll love.”
“Please…no more!”
He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled off her skirt. She lay there trembling, waiting for the harsh crack, followed by the lick of fire. Instead, his palm traced slow circles over her cheeks. She gasped when he gave them a firm smack. He caressed her bottom again, and the sting morphed into a spicy tingle.
Ayron did it a few more times then ran his hand between her legs. “You’re wet.” He dipped a finger between the folds of her vulva, coating it with the slick fluid, and stroked the tip of her clitoris. Lexi moaned, grinding her hips into his hand.
He laughed softly and kept stroking until it swelled and throbbed. With his other hand, he delivered two more smacks. A blast of heat rocked her core, flooded her pussy.
“I want to taste your juice.”
