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Azlan has been sitting there the entire time, not staring me down, but certainly not making casual conversation. This doesn’t feel like a casual conversation kind of evening anyway.
When he sees I am done eating, he speaks.
“Go into the bedroom, take off your clothes and bend over the bed.”
“Azlan…”
I begin to try to ask him for clemency, but the expression on his face tells me I will not be receiving mercy today. I don’t care. I checked the babies because they needed to be checked, and if he wants to punish me for that, then he is the asshole.
“I need you to look after yourself,” he says. “In this great, wide universe, there is only one of you. You are my mate. We are bonded. If I lose you, I will not stand it. Strip. And bend over the bed. Now.”
Well now I feel like the asshole. Azlan is bad at showing emotions he believes are weak, emotions like fear for my safety and the possibility of my loss. I try to show that I am not fighting him by obeying him, stripping off my clothing and putting myself into position. It is absolutely humiliating to have to prepare myself this way.
I make the mistake of looking over my shoulder, as I start to apologize. I see Azlan with his belt raised, the entirety of his body, all his focus going into this singular moment of punishing me.
“I’m sorrrrree!”
My voice pitches up suddenly as his belt whips through the air, propelled by that impossibly strong arm, and catches my bare ass with a harsh slap. It is the first of many, each of them hotter and more painful than the last. Azlan’s punishment is determined. He takes no joy in it that I can tell. He is simply making sure I learn never to disobey him again, and in these heated, painful strokes, I think I begin to learn that lesson.
“Your disobedience is not merely disrespectful to me, potentially undermining my authority as alpha, it puts you in deep, true danger. This world is no empty asteroid. It is a world of many thousands of Leonids and endless consequences for every action. News of your existence has already spread beyond the boundaries of our pride. Messages have been sent, digital communications that move with the speed of light. You have already made a first impression on this world, and so far it is good, but it will not take much to smear it.”
All I can hear is the sound of the belt swishing through the air and making harsh, firm contact with my ass with loud snapping sounds. The lecturing is bad, not because of what he says, but because of his tone. He has the tone of a very tired creature who should be resting, not spanking me with his belt.
He throws it down finally, leaving my ass superheated and my mind in a soft puddle of sorriness. It could be the end of things. He could wrap me up in his arms and tell me I am forgiven, but that is not what happens.
I am lying naked over the bed, sore and whimpering and exposed, and of course that is more than the alpha in him can resist. I hear the sexy, deep growl he makes when he is full of lust, and I lie in place, waiting for him to fill me up and make it all better.
The spanking has turned me on, even though it was supposed to be punishment. I feel one paw splayed at the top of my ass, pinning me down, holding me in place. But his cock does not surge inside my cunt. Instead, he finds the tighter, darker hole, the one not meant for sex.
“Not there, that’s the wrong…”
“It’s not the wrong hole,” he growls. “It is exactly the right hole to teach a disobedient mate how to obey.”
“Azlan!” I gasp his name as he begins to penetrate me, using the natural lubrication of his gleaming rod and my own traitorous arousal to spread my ass open around his cock.
It is not so much painful as it is a deep and undeniable physical signal of his dominance and his disapproval of my recent behavior. This is Azlan teaching me a lesson. This is Azlan fucking my ass.
I moan and I grunt, and I find that I can take him there, but it does not feel like a reward. It feels like more punishment. It feels like discipline, and a reminder that I am more or less a toy in this great king’s paws. He can do anything to me. He can fuck me anywhere, anytime he wants. It is by his leave that my ass and pussy are ever empty.
“Are you going to do as you are told?” He thrusts hard inside my ass and I let out a gasp of not quite pain, but certainly shock. “Are you going to be an obedient mate? Or am I going to have to fuck. This. Tight. Hole every day to remind you who you have to obey?”
I can barely muster a response. I am too busy taking my fucking in my very sore, aching ass. I try to squeak out a yes, but I do not know if he can hear me, let alone understand me. The sounds I am making are more animal than human.
Perverse arousal spirals up through me. My aching, welted ass is still sore, but it is producing energy that transforms into intense arousal, like a bad girl to bitch-in-heat generator. Every time he slides deep inside my ass, I feel my pussy grind against the bed. I dare slide my fingers beneath myself and rub my clit, which he allows in his great mercy.
“You will obey me, Ava. You are my mate. And my mate will not be a disobedient little human.” He snarls the words, driving into me harder and faster.
“Yes! I will!” I agree wholeheartedly, the concepts of submission and obedience no longer mental ideas, but physical realities that every cell in my being is thrilling to.
He pulls out of my ass before I can come, spanking me with his paw.
“On your knees,” he orders, pointing to the floor. “I don’t want to knot inside your ass. It might damage you.”
I get on my knees, wondering what he has in mind. The position is more submissive than ever, and my pussy is absolutely leaking arousal. I don’t think this is about me tonight. I don’t think he is going to let me come.
Azlan fists his cock and he finishes on my face, great spurts of his hot alien seed landing over my mouth, cheeks, and chin. He is painting me in his semen, covering me with his scent. He is showing me my place, and that place is at his feet, obedient and punished.
He stands over me, panting with release for a moment, before kneeling down before me and using his tongue to lap the cum from my skin, cleaning me off tenderly. This feels like forgiveness more than any words could convey, and then he picks me up and wraps me in his big furred arms.
