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“A giver,” I murmur.
“He cares too much and let’s be real”—she sits down on the bench near my locker—“the colony takes advantage of that.”
“Oh that they do,” I chuckle. “When he is in that zone, it’s almost impossible to get him out of it.”
“Which is why we need to push others to come to me or the colony council with their problems,” she insists. “So what’s with your hesitation?”
“I just—What if he gets upset or feels like we’re pushing him?”
“Ma’xon has never been able to do what’s good for himself. You are the first thing he has ever done that benefits only him.”
My throat closes up. Maybe this isn’t what she means, but it sounds like he’s trying to give up his throne for me. Like some kind of prince who decided he wanted to wed the milk maid instead of a princess.
I want to be good for Ma’xon, and I want what is best for him even if it sounds as ridiculous as a surprise retirement party.
What harm can a party do anyway?
Chapter 12
Ma'xon
Odette stares at thesmall pod between us. It’s bulbous and filled with purple goo that will end her period an hour after she takes it.
Ifshe takes it.
At the practitioner’s, she seemed all for a pill that could end her menstrual cycle in an hour. Even the part about it causing bursts of cramps and the sped up evacuation of her uterine lining. An hour of discomfort is better than seven days of bleeding or altering her body’s hormone levels.
That is until we got home and she saw what the pill actually was.
“Look, I know a laundry pod when I see one. I am not doing it.”
“Pup, that is not what this is.”
“I thought it was a pill!”
“It’s a gel capsule. I have the same thing in the bathroom for pain relief. All you have to do is bite down on it then swallow thewhole thing.” I try to sound assuring but her face tells me I am not selling this.
It has not been a great day for me. Knowing my mate was being treated with special luxuries was the only thing that got me through that endless Tails for Axilaria meeting. I hated those when I was in charge, and I still hate them. It’s a bunch over centenarians complaining about anything they can from planning permissions to the youth. Nothing pleases them.
All I craved when I met Odette this afternoon was relieving her of her pain as quickly as possible, and then snuggling until we fell asleep. That plan is swimming away faster and faster.
“No.” She crosses her arm. “You can’t make me, Daddy.”
There is something about that little pout on her bottom lip that set me off. Like a tell in a game of chance, I recognise this is a bit of our dynamic. Odette is being a brat on purpose. Whether it’s because of something else that happened today or because she has reached her limits with me I don’t know. But I will find out.
“I can’t?”
She huffs and turns in her stool at the counter. Almost imperceptible, she glances from me to the pod. Maybe leaning into this moment is what I need to relax. There isn’t much the Terrainne Rehoming Programme misses. I know how these relationships can work and how punishment can help both of us.
I take a deep breath. There is a tinge of blood, but there is a touch of her arousal mixed with it. But I want more explicit consent from her.
“Pup, if you don’t take the capsule I’ll have to punish you.” I set my elbows on the counter and look at my little human. “Do you want me to spank you?”
She doesn’t even spare me a glance, but the red in her cheeks tells me a lot. “Pssh.”
The first time I learned about human’s enjoying being smacked on their backside, it was all very technical with zonesand anatomy charts. The second time was from a successful couple who volunteered to do a demonstration. While the human partner for that lesson had a dark skin tone, we all watched how his mate checked in with him when a sound he made differed from the others. Like with consent, body language is not always clear.
I don’t know if Odette has ever been spanked and I will be putting all my knowledge on the matter to work.
