Kept by Luna Voss

Chapter Fourteen

Melyta

“There you are,” Barion growls as I enter our suite. “I was worried about you. I called like five times.”

I wince. “I had my communicator on silent. I didn’t see that you called.”

“And why exactly was your communicator on silent?”

“Jenyta and I… went to a movie.”

“You went to a movie.”

“Yeah. The new one about the hover car racer who—”

He holds up his hand, and I fall silent. “Melyta, I don’t care what the movie was about. I care that you disobeyed me.”

I shuffle my feet. “I mean, I didn’t really disobey you. I just came home a little… later than expected.”

Barion takes a step forward. He’s wearing a black button-up shirt undone to halfway down his chest, and I can’t deny he looks extremely attractive in it.

“Vulta,do you know why I asked you to be back by a certain time?”

I shake my head, feeling mortified. I really should have texted him.

“Because we’re in a strange city, and I need to know that you’re safe,” he tells me. “If you’re gone for too long and I haven’t heard from you, I’m going to start worrying that something’s happened to you.”

“And what exactly are you worried about happening? I thought you said Gerbbbexai IX would be safe for us!”

“I said Gerbbbexai IX would be safe from the Dultaz Family. That doesn’t mean you’re literally in zero danger. Everywhere in the galaxy is dangerous.”

My cheeks burn, but I’m still feeling slightly defiant. It’s not like I stole a spaceship or something. I went to a damn movie.

“If everywhere in the galaxy is dangerous, then you know you can’t be there to protect me all the time. I still have to live my life.”

“Of course you do. Vulta, it’s not like I ordered you to stay inside. I just told you to be back by a certain time. Or text me if you were going to be late. That would have been fine, too.”

I sigh. “I’m sorry. I just forgot.”

“I know. And that’s okay, vulta. We all make mistakes.”

He reaches out his hand, and I take it. Without a word, he leads me to our room and sits down on the bed.

“Over my knee, Melyta.”

I comply with his authoritative touch, allowing him to position me over his knee the way he usually does for a spanking. He begins to stroke my ass with his fingertips and my heart rate increases. I know what comes next.

“I know you’ve been having fun with your friend, but I still need you to take me seriously,” Barion says in a low voice. “Do you understand that?”

“Yes,” I answer quickly. “I’m sorry, Vostra.”

He pauses, and I sense that he approves of my response.

“I’m going to warm you up over your shorts, then I’m going to take them down and start your punishment,” my mate informs me. “Is there anything you want to say to me before we begin?”

I shake my head, staring at the floor.

Spank!

His hand connects with both cheeks. I gasp.

“This is just the warm-up,” he reminds me. “Be good, and this doesn’t have to take a long time.”

I do my best not to vocalize as he warms me up with a short spanking. It’s a relief when I finally feel him reaching under my hips to undo the button on my shorts.

“Good girl,” he praises me when I lift my butt to help him pull them down. “You’re being very good right now. Try to stay in position.”

I arch my back as he strips me down to my underwear, embarrassed, but also comforted by his demeanor. There’s something so reassuring about his firm, loving correction, his calm authority. It’s like nothing bad could ever happen to me when a man like this cares about me so much.

“Cute panties,” Barion laughs, stroking my ass.

I wiggle my butt. “They’re new. I got them at the mall.”

“They’re sexy. Almost enough to get me distracted.”

I wiggle my butt even more suggestively, showing off the intricate, lacy thong I recently purchased. “I thought you’d like them. Feel free to get distracted. That’s fine with me.”

He chuckles. “Yes, I’m sure it is. You’re still in trouble, missy. When I tell you to be back by a certain time, you either get your little ass back here, or you communicate with me so that I know you’re safe. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Vostra,” I sigh. “I understand.”

Spank!I yelp as Barion slaps my ass.

“You understand what?”

“Ow! That I need to listen to you!”

Another spank. “Be more specific.”

“That when you… that when you tell me to be back by a certain time, I need to do it.”

Two spanks, one on each cheek. “Or what? What’s the other option?”

“Or I talk to you! I— I communicate!”

Spank!“That’s right. And why is it important that I know where you are, and when you’re going to be home?”

I take a moment to answer, my ass starting to sting. “So you know that I’m safe.”

A pause in the spanking, and I sigh in relief as I feel his fingertips stroking over my bare ass cheeks.

“These panties really don’t cover you much, do they?” Barion asks as he begins to pull them down.

This forces me to smile. “No, they really don’t.”

He pats my butt as he leaves my underwear dangling around my ankles. “That’s okay. They were always going to come off, anyway.”

“You know, there’s no rule saying you have to take off my underwear every time you punish me.”

I can hear the smirk in his voice. “I’m really not sure what the point would be of spanking you with your panties on. That doesn’t sound like something we’re going to do in my house.”

“Never?” I pout, slumping down in his lap.

“I won’t say never. It would depend on the situation and your behavior. But that’s enough talk. I’m going to get start your spanking now. I seem to recall that this isn’t the first time you’ve earned yourself a punishment related to a shopping mall, and I intend to nip that problem right in the bud.”

I wince as his hand slaps down on my naked ass, and then again. And again.

“It is not okay for you to go off places without telling me where you are,” Barion scolds me, spanking me firmly. “We’re on a foreign planet in a city neither of us know. What if something bad happened? Or you lost your communicator?”

“Nothing bad happened!” I protest, wiggling in his lap. “We just went to the movies!”

“And a damn good thing. Because if something had happened, I wouldn’t have had any idea how to rescue you, or even where to look. I’m responsible for you, Melyta. I’m your mate.”

I whimper as the spanking continues, my ass on fire. At the same time, I’m struck by the concern in his voice. He really takes his role as my protector very seriously.

“When I say that I need to be stricter with you, vulta, this is what I mean. I can’t let little things like this slide. You don’t get warnings when it comes to your safety. You get put over my knee and taught a lesson.”

I gasp and squeal, trying to hold myself together, but I can’t, and instinctively reach behind my back to cover my butt. Barion lets out a little snarl, grabs my wrists, and pins them behind my back as he continues to punish me.

“The next time we go to a mall, you’re going to stay at my side and only leave if I give you permission,” he growls. “If you wander away from me, you get your little bottom spanked, just like this.”

“I understand, Vostra,” I whimper, close to tears. My butt is stinging, and I’m feeling very submissive to him now. “I won’t— ow!— do it again!”

I cling onto Barion’s leg for comfort as I start to cry. A moment later he stops spanking me, as he always does when I go to tears. I feel him stroking my back as I cry myself out.

“It’s okay, vulta,” he whispers, his fingers soothing. “Everything is going to be okay. Your spanking is over, and I still love you just as much as I did before.”

He keeps stroking my back until I’m able to compose myself.

“Thanks,” I sniffle, curling up in his lap as he holds me. “I really will try to remember next time. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

Barion kisses me on the forehead. “I know you didn’t, vulta. All in the past.”

“Can you get the cream?” I ask, blushing slightly. “To rub on my butt.”

He smiles. “Of course. It’s just in my bag over there.”

A moment later and I’m over his lap again, relaxed and happy as he rubs the medicated cream onto my butt.

“This is a nice part of things, isn’t it?” he asks, sounding content. “A nice little ritual. Rubbing the cream, I mean.”

“It’s one of my favorite moments that I have with you,” I admit to him shyly. “It makes me feel so close to you.”

He pauses before he answers, and when he does, his voice is laden with emotion. “That’s very sweet, vulta. It’s one of my favorite moments with you, too.”

I sigh as his fingers pass between my cheeks, brushing over some very sensitive parts. It makes me realize there’s another aspect of this ritual I’ve also come to crave.

“I’ve also…” I trail off, blushing badly. For some reason it’s embarrassing to say it out loud.

“What is it?” he purrs, stroking me.

I shake my head. “Never mind.”

His hand slides into my hair and he squeezes slightly. “You know you can say anything to me, right, vulta?”

I nod, my cheeks burning. “I’ve also… I also really like it when you… you know, after,” I squeak desperately, hoping he’ll take my meaning.

Barion uses his handful of hair to turn my head, forcing me to look at him. He’s smiling. “You like it when I bend you over and fuck your little punishment hole to remind you that I own you.”

Okay, wow, put it like that, why don’t you. My face smolders and Barion smirks. He knows that kind of talk gets me dripping.

“Why don’t you bend over for me,” he says, and he’s not asking.

“Over the bed?” I reply, picking myself up from his lap.

“No,” he says firmly. “On the floor. And you can lose the shirt and bra.”

I strip myself naked for him, my nipples standing hard at attention. As I bend over on the floor, face down, ass up, I notice that he has his hand down his pants and he’s stroking himself.

“I love you like this,” he whispers, his eyes fixed on me. “I love this side of you when you really submit.”

“I always submit,” I pout, although I can’t even get the words out with a straight face.

The corners of his mouth curl up, and he continues to stroke his cock. “If that ever came true, we wouldn’t have these moments. Why don’t you spread that little ass for me?”

With trembling hands, I reach behind myself and obediently spread my cheeks, blushing badly. His hungry gaze becomes more intense, and his beacon glows gold.

“Good girl, Melyta,” he whispers. He undresses himself, revealing his ripped, muscular chest, and I see that his cock is completely hard.

Barion lubes himself up with a little bottle from his bag, then positions himself behind me as I quiver in anticipation, still spreading myself for him.

“I like the way you stayed in position,” he praises me, rubbing my clit gently. I moan, extremely sensitive. The head of his shaft brushes against my puckered hole.

“It’s time for your little punishment hole to take my cock now, vulta,” he whispers, and pushes himself slowly but firmly into my ass.

My hands drop to the bed, squeezing the sheets, but Barion gives me a spank. “Where did I tell you to put your hands?”

I squeak and put them back behind me as he grabs onto my waist.

“Sorry, Vostra. I’ll do as I’m told now, Vostra.”

I’m taking an excitement in submitting to him now, in taking on this role I know he enjoys, that I enjoy, that means so much to both of us. I’m a mated woman now. An owned woman.

And I really like having his cock in my ass.

“Who owns your little hole?” he growls, thrusting harder. “Whose hole is this to fuck and play with and punish when you’ve been bad?”

“It’s yours,” I moan, overwhelmed as his thick cock stretches me open. “It belongs to you, Vostra!”

His hand finds the back of my neck and he presses my face into the carpeted floor. “That’s fucking right,” he snarls. “It’s mine, and if you forget that, I’m going to need to bend you over and fuck you and knot your ass all over again.”

“Yes,” I gasp, my voice muffled by the carpet. “I want you to knot my ass.”

“I’m going to,” he grunts, his voice husky. “I’m going to knot your tight little punishment hole tonight.”

He starts to spank me as he fucks my ass, groaning in satisfaction. It blends with his thrusting, heightening the pleasure, sending me closer to an explosive, dominating climax.

“Can I come?” I gasp, my pussy quivering, dripping down my legs.

“Not until you feel my knot. Once I knot you, you can come.”

I nod, flexing and unflexing my thighs and trying to resist. Every thrust of his thick cock feels deeper, harder than the last. He grabs my hips, fingers digging into my soft flesh, then he groans as he starts to release his knot.

“Barion, I’m coming,” I whimper, overcome immediately with pleasure. My ass clenches hard around his cock, making it feel so much bigger, and I moan through my orgasm so hard that it feels almost like a sob. I feel my face screwed up with pleasure as my body is ravaged by surge after surge of intensity.

“Oh my god!” I wail. “Barion— oh fuck…”

My voice gives out and I moan wordlessly, writhing on the bed underneath him. He keeps thrusting, gripping my hips, keeping up the same hard, forceful rhythm until the size of his growing knot forces him to stop. Then the thrusting turns into rocking, and I twitch through the last of my orgasm as he begins to come.

“Melyta,” he growls, slumping down on top of me. Then he just snarls, as though words have escaped him.

“I just came so hard,” I breathe, my ass squeezing him every time I feel an aftershock of pleasure. “God, your knot feels so big.”

“I’m pretty sure you broke the mirror,” he breathes, his heart beating very fast.

I look up, and am surprised see a big crack in the mirror on the wall.

“Oops,” I giggle. “Guess we’ll have to call room service.”

He exhales, grinning, and glances down at where his knot is joining us together. “I’m gonna make an executive decision and say we wait until I’m not inside you anymore.”

“Okay. Why don’t you just pull out?” I put on a mock-innocent look.

He begins tickling me. “Why don’t you just pull out? Why don’t you?”

We roll around on the floor playing and laughing, our bodies connected by his cock in my ass.