Page 40 of Their Chosen Mate


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“There’s nothing to talk about.” I tried to bite my tongue as the words filled with sass flew from my mouth. My mind screamed no at the thought of getting spanked, but my body heated, and my lady bits throbbed in anticipation of Niko’s hand on me in any way.

“Very well.” He lifted me from the counter, placing my feet on the floor. He grasped my hand and pulled me behind him to the table. I resisted like a petulant child, trying to dig my feet into the slick linoleum. “The more you resist, the more swats you’ll get.” My heart jumped at the thought in both excitement and fear.

The emotions warring within me were confusing at best. Niko turned and sat with his legs slightly wider than the chair legs. “Jeans and panties off.” His eyes smoldered with heat and something else as he gave his instructions. I glanced over my shoulder, pleading to Miguel with my eyes. He had finished prepping the food and was leaning against the counter again.

“I would do as he says, Amelia. Unless your goal is to not be able to sit for the next week.” Miguel’s breathing had become heavier and more ragged. His eyes shone with desire, and the sweatpants he wore showed his physical reaction to everything that had happened in the last few minutes.

“I’ll talk,” I pleaded with Niko realizing Miguel would be no help.

“Yes, we will, but after. Now, drop the jeans and panties. I will warn you for the future, I won’t ask again.”

My hands shook as my body responded to his command. Every fiber in me wanted to please him, but my brain screamed at me to turn tail and run until I couldn’t run anymore. A spanking, really? What was I five? But my body continued to heat at the thought. I tried to unbutton my jeans, and Niko leaned forward, stilling my movements with his hand. “I won’t hurt you. This isn’t done in anger, and it’s a way of correcting your inability to communicate with us. Remember the color system?” I nodded. “Use it. I’ll check in with you as well. Also, we never discussed it, but what do you want your safe word to be? After today, I think we all need to sit down and discuss your limits: what you’re willing to try, what would be a hard no.”

I took a deep breath and stilled the shaking in my hands. I could feel he meant every word through our bond. He would never hurt me. As my mate, his tiger wouldn’t let him. “Avalon is my safe word.” I picked a place of fantasy that I loved reading about. I also realized that by giving him that, I had just taken the first step into his world.

He nodded once. “Avalon it is.” He leaned back in the chair and watched as I shimmied my jeans and underwear down my legs. His words stopped me at my knees.

“That’s far enough.” He stood and moved the chair closer. “Now, lay across my lap, hands on the floor and ass in the air.”

I did as he asked, and he readjusted me to his liking. “Now, I am giving you ten swats, and I want you to count after each one. I won’t require you to address me as Sir since we haven’t discussed all the aspects of our relationship. If it gets to be too much, use your safe word. Okay?”

I nodded my head.

“I need you to use words. Body movements can be interpreted many ways.”

“Yes.”

“Good.” His hand gently rubbed the cheeks of my ass one at a time, sending zings of anticipation and excitement through me. My core fluttered, and I could feel slickness beginning to seep from my center. My breathing shallowed as I tried to prepare for the first smack. “Relax. It will hurt more if you are tense.” He squeezed my ass and stroked it again. Then his hand was gone. The smack that came next startled me and stung a little, but the pain I had anticipated coming with it wasn’t there. “Someone seems to have forgotten to count.”

“One.” The next hit came to the opposite cheek. “Two.” Niko continued on that way, each smack a little harder than the first as I counted after each one.

Niko checked on me after the third strike, then the fifth. “Amelia, what color are you?”

“Green.” I was so green I was sopping wet and craving a release.

He paused and cupped my center, tracing a single finger through the wetness. “Miguel, I think our girl likes her spanking.” His hand and fingers were gone as fast as they had come, letting the cooler air caress my overheated skin, adding yet another sensation to drive me wild.

Finally, his hand gave the last swat. “Ten,” I replied, my voice raspy with emotion. Tears were silently falling but not due to any pain he inflicted but in disappointment in myself for listening to that damn little voice in my head and trying to push them away. I wriggled on his lap, trying to find the perfect spot to rub against. My release was so close.

Niko pulled me up and cradled me in his lap. My ass was warm and stung as the denim of his jeans irritated the sensitive skin. Miguel covered me with a blanket from the back of the couch. “Let it all out, pet, and then we will talk.” Miguel swiftly removed my jeans and underwear so he could cocoon me in the blanket. Niko held me tight, kissed my hair, and gently combed his fingers through my hair. My hand drifted south to help ease the pressure that had built up, my orgasm hanging suspended just out of reach.

Niko pulled my hand away and placed it against his chest. “That pussy is ours, you orgasm when I say.” His words pissed me off, but my body burned even hotter with desire.

I felt like I had spent the whole of our last few days crying into Niko’s chest. My body was still heated and turned on. The clock on the wall informed me it had been ten minutes at most.

“It’s time to talk.” Niko kissed my forehead. I tried to move off his lap. If we were going to talk, I needed to be away from him and on my own stable feet or chair since I was still half-naked and wrapped in a blanket. “Nope, you’re staying right here.” He tightened his hold on me until I stopped struggling. “Be a good girl, and I’ll let Miguel take you over the edge you are riding into bliss.”

“Fine.” Being this close to him jumbled my nerves and left me open and raw. The need to orgasm rode me harder than my fear of rejection. My hips bucked on their own, craving Miguel’s touch.

“Now, what had you in such a mood earlier?”

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