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She was submitting to me. I could see it in her body language. Her ass relaxed, and her legs spread wider. Even now, her pale skin showed the pinkened mark of my palm and I delighted in watching the pink grow just a little darker.
“Yes, sir,” she murmured, lifting her ass as I palmed it, massaging it and preparing it for punishment. I squeezed her cheek harshly and she ga
sped but didn’t try to fight me. No matter if she began to protest, I knew that she had purposely goaded me into this. She wanted to experience what it meant to be disciplined by our hand.
I began to spank her in earnest, but still, she kept her legs wide. She struggled, her pants and small whimpers growing louder as I reddened her ass. Her hips jerked back and forth, desperately trying to escape the powerful blows of my palm, but my aim was true, each and every time.
I was going to teach her that no matter what, I was there for her. Even if she disobeyed me. Especially if she did so.
Chapter Six
Danika
Holy fuck. For the first time in my life, I was over a man’s knee getting spanked. My pussy was on full display for Roan, Zac, and Xandaar and my shame at my wetness kept me rooted over Taraik’s knees. My backside burned, aching as though it had been stung by a thousand bees, but still, the spanks fell. I twisted and turned, but Taraik’s palm held me to him, forcing me to take what he was giving me.
I know I had made this happen. I’d intentionally disobeyed him in order to see what they would do. If they would beat me or truly hurt me if I showed a small hint of defiance. I had thought it through. I hadn’t wanted to strike back or truly run away. I’d known they would catch me, well before I reached the entrance of the tent.
Somewhere, deep inside of me, there was a piece of me that wanted them to punish me again, for a second time. I wanted them to chase away the painful memories once again and have them force me to focus entirely on them. I had felt it once and that feeling of freedom was intoxicating. I wanted to feel it again.
Even now, getting my ass smacked by a Vakarran, I felt safe. I knew that none of them were truly out to hurt me. Sure, my backside felt like it was about to catch on fire, but the way he held me and the way his cock was pressing into my belly was nothing like I’d experienced before.
It was far different than anything Neil and his lackeys had done. This wasn’t a punch to the face or a steel-toed boot kicking into my belly. Even as Taraik’s palm smacked down on my ass, for a long moment, he would just hold it there, his fingers curling around my cheek, massaging the hurt away just a little. This wasn’t a beating. Not in the slightest.
With my legs spread wide, I tried to swallow away my shame, but all I succeeded in doing was heating my body even further. Fuck, just imagining myself over his knees and the others watching turned me on.
I wanted more of it.
I lifted my hips and groaned, knowing that my wetness was seeping down my thighs and all four of them could see it, all of it.
Taraik spanked me, slowing down his pace to massage and squeeze my ass, his touch making me feel the ache even deeper in my flesh, all the way into my core. It was incredible, and my clit throbbed in tune to his movements. His cock twitched against my belly and I hoped he would fuck me next.
My skin tingled, a slow blaze beginning to simmer under the surface and I breathed deep, feeling my pleasure begin to rise from the depths of my belly. I panted, moaning softly as Taraik’s fingers ebbed closer and closer to the place between my legs, teasing me as he stroked my punished skin.
“Are you beginning to learn your lesson, little dove?”
“Yes, sir,” I murmured.
“She’s far wetter than before,” Roan observed, and I shivered with my embarrassment, knowing that it was making me burn hotter than ever. I should hate being exposed in such a humiliating manner, but I didn’t. Instead, I was enjoying it far more than I thought I would. Fuck. I wanted more of it.
Taraik’s fingers finally edged close enough to my folds, sliding down my labia and just brushing against my clit. I moaned louder, trying to let him know I wanted him to continue, but even I knew that he would only give it when he wanted to. It wasn’t up to me.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of being mastered in such a fashion, letting the feelings of pleasure wash over me and chase away any thoughts of my past. It was like a drug. I was addicted. I needed so much more.
I needed them all. All four of them.
His touch brushed against my folds once more and I clenched hard, sucking in my breath in excitement. My core throbbed with unreleased pleasure, slowly building with each passing second. Higher and higher my body climbed, until I was panting for more.
“Taraik,” I whimpered, trying to contain the overwhelming desire within me.
“Is there something you need, little dove?” he asked.
I didn’t answer because I was too embarrassed to say what I really wanted.
“Do you regret defying me yet?” he then questioned, rubbing his fingers up and down my pussy, teasing me purposely until I was too breathless to even consider responding anymore. He tortured me, lettings his fingertips drift across my clit and varying the pressure of his touch, forcing my pleasure to build and ebb away over the ensuing minutes. It forced my focus to laser in on him and I bit my lip in order to stem the whine begging to be set free from my throat.
Lifting my hips, I spread my thighs even wider and I heard Zac groan quietly in appreciation. Feeling bolder, I arched my back a little and Taraik smacked my ass, but not hard enough to really hurt. Instead, his touch was electrifying, and my clit pulsed. He did it again and I hummed with pleasure.
“I don’t regret it,” I breathed cheekily, unable to hide the smirk on my lips, and I heard him chuckle at my sassy response. He palmed my ass and then smacked it hard, but I was too far gone to experience any pain. I only felt pleasure and I wanted more of it.
