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“I take it you will not forget to heed my instructions from now on?”
“I will not,” she replied in a whisper, her eyes locked on his. Something inside her felt desperate now, and she wanted to convey it to him through her gaze: she wanted to please him.
“It would only be rational that if bad behavior deserves punishment, then good behavior deserves a reward. Would you not say?” he asked. His voice was still tender, inviting.
Desperate, she thought. She was desperate for his reward, but she didn’t want to show it. Her legs actually trembled, and between them she felt a maddening ache.
She tipped her head forward an inch. “If it pleases you,” she replied.
His eyes darkened and a deep growl rumbled out of him. His chest heaved as he drew in a heavy breath.
It scared her for an instant. For a fleeting moment he seemed to be… not in full control of himself. When she realized she had caused the reaction, her body began to burn with need. Of what, she still wasn’t sure.
“And what would you say might be a suitable reward for your obedience and submission?” he asked.
And now she thought she’d found the rhythm of this dance. The key to unlocking some of Torian’s mysteries and not just baring her own. “That, of course, would be entirely up to you to decide,” she replied.
There was the growl again. Torian moving closer, his gait more aggressive, more intimidating.
She stood her ground, but inwardly wondered if she’d gone too far as the sound of his growl reverberated in her bones.
His hand shot up, past her head. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, though in a gentler grip than she’d expected. She gasped when he spun her and bent her over the table again. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his eyes narrow and his nostrils flare. He took a deep breath, like he was savoring the scent of her. It sent fear and arousal rippling down her back. Now he seemed even more out of control. Not just hungry, but ravenous. And the thought that it might be she who was turning him into this hungry monster was scintillating.
He let go of her hair and his hand dropped swiftly down her back. He raised it and brought it crashing down on her exposed rear in a powerful swat.
Her flesh shook. But the sting of pain was sweet this time. She dared a glance sideways. Right into his eyes. “I thought I was getting a reward,” she said, unable to keep a sultry slant off her expression. Her insides twisted as she saw the slightest, snarling smile stretch across his lips.
“You seem quite proud of your ability to get under a man’s skin,” he said.
She startled, her eyes widening at hearing him admit it. The sudden ferocious turn in his personality only made her want to probe him further. Test what his limits were, if she could even find them. “Have I done that?” she asked, all sweetness and innocence.
He smiled wider. Raised his hand and brought it down with the same heavy pressure, smacking her other cheek.
She couldn’t be certain why she found this fury she’d incited so intoxicating. Maybe because it made her feel like she’d wrestled some tiny sliver of control from him. Or maybe seeing him lose his shit with her soft bits hanging out was just… hot.
He turned and looked at her ass. Raised his hand and let it fall in another sharp crack. Sideways this time, echoed by another on the other ass cheek. “You hide many things well, Quaia,” he growled. “But one thing you cannot hide is how much you enjoy my hand on your behind. Your body betrays you by its scent. Is it not so? Am I mistaken?” He narrowed his eyes. “Remember, there are consequences for lying to me.”
His transformation seemed complete. He’d become a beast before her very eyes. And now there could be no more lying to herself. She loved seeing it. She loved seeing him lose control and try to assert himself. Acknowledge that she’d affected him the same way he was affecting her right then.
His hand slid down between her legs and cupped her sex.
She gasped. Her body shook and she leaned lower against the table.
“Yes. That will do,” he said, pressing on her back. “Lie down and splay your legs. I know what you want.”
She gave in instantly. Lying flat against the table, head turned, cheek pressed against the hard surface. Her eyes closed when his fingers slipped between her folds. He found the spot. The burning bundle of nerves of her clit that, she now realized, she’d been daydreaming that he might touch. An involuntary whimper escaped her as he began rubbing.
“Were you a Vokl I would have had you in the beginning,” he growled through clenched teeth. “I would have claimed you in front of that entire greeting party. Right in front of the Mouth of Heaven for the entire galaxy to see.”
Suddenly she found herself craving just that. Desperately. She could so vividly imagine the slack jaws and bugging eyes as High Mother and the others watched her being taken by an alien. She mewled at the thought and his firm manipulations.
“I have never met a female like you, Quaia,” he admitted.
By the way he was touching her, she was pretty sure that was a good thing. She gasped and her legs opened wider. As if her body wanted him to know she was his. That she would do anything he ordered. That she would open herself for him in every way he pleased.
“I may just have you yet,” he whispered.
The quiet words cracked over her like a whip. Her body shook and that heavenly spasming began between her legs. Her sex secreting juices over his hand as it spun and twisted her over an intense, immense climax. Her mouth fell open and she moaned. A soaring, raunchy sound, and a complete contradiction to the dignified posture she’d tried to maintain throughout his humiliations. Her mind focused on his strong fingers, still spinning between her legs. Another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Then another. Then the tender feeling came as he cupped her sex, cradling it after her release.
