Page 23 of The Dragon King’s Pet

“Pleeasse…” Mika whined, but it was too late. The king kept her in position and fed her a little bit at a time, each tidbit passing from his fingers to her lips as she ate the longest, most embarrassing breakfast of her life.

Casimer seemed to be enjoying himself greatly, watching her as she took every bite, her lips kissing his fingers more or less unintentionally with every sliver of meat.

“Much better, pet,” he murmured. “You see how obedience earns you what you need most.”

His every word made her blush. How could he treat her this way?

When he delivered another piece of food to her waiting mouth, she was a little more aggressive, her teeth nipping the tips of his fingers sharply.

Casimer let out a snort. “You think you have sharp teeth, pet? And you think it is wise to deploy them against me?”

“I think I’m getting up,” she said, pushing up to her feet, only to be pushed back down a second later by a hand stronger than her entire body.

“I think you’re staying there, pet,” Casimer said, his voice dropping to a stern growl. “And I think you’re going to stay there until I tell you otherwise.”

“This is stupid! I’m not a pet!”

“You’re my pet, and right now, you’re a misbehaved one,” he said. “I think, on further reflection, I will have you up…”

He pulled her up, but not to her feet. Instead he propelled her right over his broad thighs and within seconds of settling her over them, began to smack her butt with swift, hard slaps that left a blazing heat searing through her tender behind. Before long, Mika was squealing for him to stop.

He didn’t stop. He slapped her bottom over and over again, making it sore as all hell. Mika thrashed and squirmed, her temper flaring as she tried as hard as she could to escape his punitive grasp. He’d done this the night before, but not as hard. He seemed to be intent on really making his point today, ensuring that she understood she really was going to be his pet, and to be punished at his whim.

“You sit when I tell you to sit. You stay when I tell you to stay, and you do as I tell you,” he lectured her. “This is not a game, Mika. This is your life now. I am not one of your permissive men who allows a young woman to do as she pleases. My word is law, and you will follow that law. Do you understand?”

“Go to hell,” Mika growled. Her bottom was sore, but that was no reason to be submissive. That was what he wanted, and she had no intention of giving him what he wanted. She had not been raised to live on her knees, much less eat on them—though she had already given in to that. Now her stomach was full, and she wished she hadn’t.

“That sounds like you do not understand,” Casimer said, his palm clapping against her cheeks yet again. She yowled, furious and in pain, but she was not willing to give in to him. After the most confusing twenty-four hours of her life, she was starting to come to some conclusions of her own.

“I understand you said you stopped some people trying to take me and turn me into microscope slides,” she said over her shoulder. “But there’s no damn reason I should be treated like an animal. And there’s no reason you should punish me for not wanting to kneel at your feet.”

“You’ve come from a permissive realm. The efforts of your father to shield you from the worst of that realm have failed. You are headstrong, rebellious, and undisciplined. You speak to a king as if…”

“You’re not my king!”

“As long as you are in my realm, I am your king, pet,” he said, holding her firmly over his lap. “Your delinquency will not be tolerated.”

“It’s not delinquency. It’s me being an adult woman, not someone to be spanked like this… you’re treating me like…”

“Like a spoiled little whelpling,” he said. “Because that is how you have acted. Running off to an island, engaging in dangerous sex acts, showing no concern whatsoever for your own personal safety. You are here because of the choices you made, pet. And I am going to hold you accountable for them. In addition to that, you must understand that humans do not have the same rights as dragons. In a very real sense, you are more a pet than a citizen.”

“Yeah, well, in a very real sense you are an ass… ow!”

His palm caught her bottom again. Mika was on the verge of tears now, frustrated and sore. It had been hot, at first, having this big sexy man take control of her. But that was before her status as pet had made eating breakfast an ordeal and turned her butt into a hot swollen mass.

“It doesn’t have to be this hard, pet,” Casimer murmured. “Fighting this—fighting me—will only make it worse for you.”

“I don’t care,” she said, trying to stay rebellious. But there was a tremor in her voice, and her lower lip was trembling and she was blinking back tears.

The king’s hand smoothed over her sore cheeks with a slow stroke. “It is going to take you some time to adjust,” he said. “I hope you will not make it too painful for yourself, Mika. There is much I would like to show you. I cannot show you anything if I have to have you chained at my feet, or held over my thighs for punishment.”

“Like what… what do you want to show me?” She allowed her curiosity to surface for a moment.

“Like this castle. I will not allow you into the city, but there are extensive gardens for you to walk in. The castle is vast and contains the histories of our people—the histories of your ancestors.”

“So… plants and history…” she allowed herself an eye roll, “…great…”

“Those things are not enough, is that it, pet?” Casimer spoke in a deep rumble. “There is one thing I know you respond to.” His hand slid between her thighs and, spreading her legs, he cupped her sex. “There will be pleasure in return for your obedience, pet. That seems to be all you respond to. Not learning, not even food, just simple carnal acts.”