“Not good enough.” The King's gloved hand came down on my ass.
I cried out, my whole body jerking. Holy fuck, when was the last time I'd been spanked?
His hand fell again, and again, and again. Every smack of his leather-clad palm sent a sting across my buttocks but also a surge of delight through my entire body. I melted. Purred. My wings shivered uncontrollably.
“Pull in your wings!”
Gasping, eyes rolling back in my head in ecstasy, I withdrew my wings. I knew it was a programmed response now, one Rontor had put in me, but in a sexual situation, my mind equated a wing withdrawal with possession. I was submitting to Rian. To his dominance. His power. Oh, fuck, to his lust. For me. He was furious because I'd been thinking of another man. My cock ached and my chest filled with joy. Oh, yes, I needed to be spanked.
“I'm sorry,” I moaned, my hips rolling. “You're right to punish me. I broke my promise. Spank me harder!”
Rian stepped back, and I looked over my shoulder at him, my joy sinking. But then I saw that he was yanking off his clothes and tossing them to the floor, discarding his civility with them. His smooth hair went wild, his chest rose and fell aggressively, and, when his cock was released at last, it shot out straight from his body as if pointing at me in accusation.
“Spread your ass!” Rian ordered as he grabbed a bottle of oil off the shelf.
I reached back and spread my cheeks, my joy reviving. “I'm sorry, Rian.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he snarled and upended the bottle over me.
Oil dripped out of the spout and slid down the crack of my ass to coat my hole before gushing down to my sacs. He set the bottle aside and grabbed his cock. That's when I noticed that he still wore his gloves. I pressed my cheek to the table and watched him angle his shaft to rub it over me, going from hole to sacs to coat himself before setting his tip at my entrance. He pushed. I moaned. The tip popped past my outer ring and kept going. I jerked up, back arching as Rian forced his way deep inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned.
“Did he fuck you like this?” Rian demanded. “Did he fill you as I do?”
I bent my head instead of responding.
Rian roared in fury and slammed forward. When he pulled back, he slapped my left cheek with his gloved hand. The leather stung me, leaving behind a blissful warmth. Then he drove into me again. On the withdrawal, he slapped my right cheek. On and on it went until my ass tingled and every slap of his hips was as sharp as that of his hand.
I moaned, my mind twisting. Was this pleasurable or not? One thing was for certain, all thoughts of Rontor were gone.
Until Rian reminded me.
“You belong to me now,” the Dragon King growled. “Not him! Me. Say it, Galin!”
“I belong to you,” I whimpered.
Rian went still. Silent except for his panting breaths.
“Rian?” I whispered.
“Have I hurt you? Did I . . . fuck!” He yanked off his gloves as he pulled out of me. Seconds later, he was stroking my ass. “You're all red. Oh, fuck me. I went too far.”
“Rian!”
He met my stare.
“Damn it, Rian! You're ruining the moment. Get that fat cock back in my ass and fuck me like a rutting beast!”
Rian's eyes went wide, then a shocked laugh burst out of him. “My apologies.” He stepped back behind me and sank into my channel with a groan of bliss. A few thrusts and then his voice slipped back into admonition. “I don't want you to think about him anymore, my jewel.” He slammed forward. “Every time you do, you will tell me, and I will spank him out of your mind. I will punish you, then fuck you until you think only of me.”
I moaned in bliss. “Yes, Rian.”
“That's a good boy.” He pulled his gloves back on and gripped my cock in leather. “Is this a naughty dick? Does it need punishing too?”
“Oh, yes!” I cried. “It's so naughty. Punish my dick!”
Rian chuckled wickedly and squeezed. I cried out, then melted when he released me. Smack! I jerked with the light impact, the thrill going up my shaft to tingle over my belly. Smack! He spanked my cock again.
