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She turned her head to meet my eyes and for a long moment, I just stared into their depths. Light and dark blues sparkled in her irises, offset by the blackness of her pupils. I took her chin in my fingers, running my thumb across her lip before feeding her another piece of cheese.
Danika Stryke. The challenge of a lifetime and the current mission of the Third Battalion.
“We will have to take it slow. She’s not used to obeying anyone. That much is obvious,” I mused.
“Understatement of the year,” Zac chuckled.
She looked away from me and back to the food. I handed her the piece of bread and allowed her to take it in her hands. I lifted her and slid her to the floor, placing her on her knees at my side. Now was a better time than never.
“What are you doing?” she asked, confusion passing over her features.
“In Vakarran society, human women live by a different set of rules. They’re expected to eat by our sides, to keep quiet unless asked a question, and they always must obey their masters,” I said.
She laughed beside me. This was apparently going to be more work than I thought. I cleared my throat and leveled her with a solid glare of warning.
“Wait. You’re serious?” she asked, choking on a piece of bread. She chewed and swallowed, before raising an eyebrow back at me in defiance.
“In time, you will learn to obey. Until then, you will not leave this tent. If you do so and we find out, you’ll be punished and trust me, it won’t be an enjoyable process for you like last time,” I said.
Roan sat back, letting me take the lead on this one. I knew he and I would be the ones to enforce the rules. Xandaar didn’t typically let himself get too attached to anyone. He liked his medical studies far too much and didn’t like to get distracted. Zac, well, he had a soft spot for pretty women and I could already tell he was falling for this one. He liked to get to know them, to be their friend before being their master. Despite this, all four of us understood the seriousness of the situation we were in. If Nix found out she was a Stryke, he’d probably hurt her or worse, kill her just to make her an example to the other humans. I wouldn’t stand for that. I would protect what was ours. No matter what it took.
Feisty, strong, and a fighter in her own way, she was more than worthy to be our woman. And I was going to make sure we were all worthy of her and that we rescued her from the darkness in her own mind, before it destroyed her first. I’d kill whoever I needed to in order to rescue her.
Danika stared up at me, the challenge within her rising with each passing second. I knew what she was doing, how her mind was working because I could sense it. She’d been given freedom from her pain and now that she was feeling better, now that she was clean and fed and feeling human again, it was drifting back, and she wanted to get away from it again. We’d punished her with pleasure and now, she was curious as to what more we could give her.
I could see it in her eyes. So expressive, so emotional. Could see the shadows edging back in. Her memories were returning. The horrors of whatever had happened in her past.
I saw the moment she decided to act out. Like an open book, this one. Her jaw clenched, and the corners of her eyes crinkled just a little bit. I sighed, knowing that she’d regret this decision eventually, but I had to give her what she needed. And this time, she was going to experience just a little of what a real Vakarran punishment entailed. She had to earn it first though, so I waited, intrigued by what she was going to do next.
Rising up to her feet, she stood tall beside me. Standing, she looked down at me just a little as I sat beside her.
“Back on your knees, little dove,” I warned, giving her a chance to rethink what was about to happen. She didn’t take the bait.
“No,” she said boldly and whirled around, stomping toward the entrance of our tent with purpose. I stood up and moved, my stride much longer than hers and in an instant, my arms surrounded her, pulling her into me. She stilled, and I felt her heartbeat quicken in her chest. Right now, she was wondering what was going to happen next, if she’d misbehaved enough to earn some sort of discipline. With ease, I lifted her off the floor and stalked over to the bed. Sitting down, I tossed her face down over my lap and scissored one leg over the back of hers, effectively pinning her down with my body. It also lifted her ass up into the air and when she realized this, the air left her lungs in one long, loud whoosh.
She’d acted out just enough to get what she wanted, and I was going to teach her exactly what that meant.
Slowly, I laid my palm on the pale curve of her right cheek and she jumped, probably expecting me to starting punishing her right away, but I meant to take my time. In order to take away her pain, I needed to get inside her head first.
“Why did you disobey me, little dove? Do you want to be punished?” I began, and she stilled beneath my touch. Slowly, I gently cuffed her left cheek, the sound loud in the ensuing silence. “Why push me when you know I will follow through?”
Her ass tensed, her thighs pressing together. She was hiding something.
I leaned forward, relaxing my leg on hers and forced her thighs open. She cried out with shame and it was then I saw just how wet she was. Forced to lie over my knees, about to get punished by my hand, and she was just as wet as if I suckled her clit.
“Her cunt is soaked,” I said out loud and she whined with shame. I grinned softly, as did the others.
Using my fingers, I slid them down her folds, slick with her juices. I coated my digits with them before taking them away from her pussy. With my other hand, I gripped her hair and forced her head upward. Then, I took my fingers, still coated with her wetness and pushed them into her mouth.
“Taste it. Taste your desire,” I said, and her cheeks flamed red with embarrassment. After I made her lick my fingers clean, she moaned softly with her shame and I hid my grin of accomplishment.
“Spread your legs. Show the others just how turned on you are, naked and put over my knee about to get punished.” I removed my leg from the back of hers, allowing her to obey. She did, incredibly slowly and her whine was the most delicious, decadent sound I had ever heard. “Come see,” I offered my comrades and the sounds of footsteps approaching made her still.
“Look. You can see it on her thighs,” I said, and the others murmured in agreement. She shivered beneath me. With her legs spread wide and my comrades watching, I took that moment to bring my palm down hard on the fullest part of her ass and observed as her pussy clenched in shock. She gasped, startled and her muscles rippled with tenseness, before relaxing. I did it again, watching the intoxicating sight of her experiencing what was likely the first punishment like this in her life. Her very first spanking.
I wrapped one hand around her hip, pressing her down onto my knees. My dick had been rock hard for a while now, and I had no doubt it was pressing up into her belly.
“You keep those legs wide open during your punishment, little dove. If you don’t, you’re going to feel my belt across this ass, is that clear?” I pressed. My voice left no room for questions and I could feel her muscles relax as its power washed over her.
