Kept by Luna Voss
Chapter Twenty
Melyta
By all rights I should be tired, but I’m not. I’m buzzing with energy, uncomfortably restless after all the action earlier.
“This is cozy,” I remark as Barion and I enter the small apartment we’ve been offered, only a few blocks down the road from the restaurant. “Not exactly the Zog Royal, but I’ll take it.”
Barion just nods, seeming distracted.
“You okay?” I ask, not appreciating his lack of response.
“Yeah. Just thinking.”
“Thinking about what?”
He doesn’t answer. It’s as though he doesn’t even hear me.
I snap my fingers in front of his face, everything inside me boiling over. I just need a release, even if it earns me a punishment. And he needs to actually pay me some damn attention.
“Hey! Are you even listening to me?”
That gets his notice. He catches my hand, raising his eyebrows sternly.
“Melyta. I get that today was stressful. But you need to mind your behavior. You know I don’t tolerate rudeness.”
Maybe in a perfect world, I would respond meekly, but I just don’t have it in me right now. It feels good to channel my anxiety and frustration into defiance. It feels good to have an outlet for all this weird tension bubbling inside me.
“Yeah, well, I think it was pretty rude for you not to answer me,” I snap. “All I did was get your attention.”
“You want my attention, you find an appropriate way to ask for it,” he replies evenly. “Do we need to have this conversation with you over my knee?”
Under normal circumstances, that would be enough to jolt me back into submission. This time, though, my submission is something he’s going to have to claim. I need to feel his strength now, the power of his authority. I need the comfort of knowing that within our little world, he’s still the one in charge.
“No,” I shoot back, “but I wouldn’t mind if you stopped being a dick.”
Barion steps closer to me. I inhale, waiting for his response.
“Go put in your plug,” he orders. “You’re going to wear it until we get back from dinner tonight. Hopefully, it will do something to remind you of your place.”
Make me,I think.
Drawing myself up to my full height, I set my feet. “No.”
His eyebrows go so high they almost disappear into his hair. “Excuse me, vulta?”
I put my hands on my hips. “I said no. I’m not going to do that.”
Barion glances at the beacon on my forehead, confirming to himself that I haven’t turned it red. If I did that, I know he would stop and check in with me. But my beacon isn’t red. And that means he’s free to exert his authority however he sees fit.
That means as my mate, I expect him to.
“Okay,” he growls, stepping forward. “It looks like somebody decided she needs a little lesson in obedience.”
“No!” I retort immediately, stepping back. “You’re crazy if you think that.”
I squeal and struggle as he grabs me by the waist, flipping me over his shoulder with humiliating ease. My attempts to escape are useless as he stalks over to my suitcase and pulls the butt plug out of its little travel bag.
“Get off me!” I yell , even though I can already feel my body responding to his dominance. He glances at my beacon again, then smirks as he sees it glowing gold.
“You’re a real handful, you know that?” Barion hisses. “Never out of trouble for very long. Your pussy is already wet from the way I’m treating you, isn’t it?”
“No,” I protest, even though he’s entirely right. But I’m not going to admit that. I’m going to keep being defiant until he forces my submission, until all this swirling energy inside of me is gone.
“Let’s see about that,” he whispers, throwing me down on the bed. My heart races as he unbuttons my pants and starts to pull them down.
“Stop fighting me,” growls my mate, spanking me several times over my pants. “You know you’re only making things worse.”
“You’re the one who’s making things worse!” I spit, kicking my legs. I know he’s going to win this one, but I’m not going to make it easy for him. I need this right now.
“Bad girl,” Barion snarls, wrestling my pants down to my ankles and pulling them off. “You’re going to submit to me fully by the time this is over, and we both know it.”
“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” I shoot back, trying to get away from him.
He flips me over and pins my wrists behind my back. I struggle and squirm. Nervous butterflies flutter in my stomach as he hooks his fingers under the waistband of my panties and pulls them down to my knees.
Now I can feel the cool air tingling on my sensitive parts. My face burns as Barion reaches behind me and spreads my cheeks apart, examining me.
“You lied about being wet,” he whispers, putting his mouth very close to my ear. “Your little cunt is dripping for me.”
I can’t exactly argue with him. I can feel it on my inner thighs. And more than usual: the longer I’ve been with Barion, the wetter I seem to get when I’m aroused. It must be that mating slick I remember boys joking about on the playground as kids. Supposedly, it’s something that increases the longer you’re with your Fated Mate.
“Spread your cheeks,” Barion orders, lubing up the plug.
“No,” I protest, although there’s less force behind it this time.
“Have it your way,” he growls, and he spreads me open as he pushes the plug into my tight hole.
“Barion,” I whimper as it pops inside, and I blush as I realize it sounded more like a sex noise than anything. I’m supposed to be defying him.
“Melyta,” he replies, a clear smirk in his voice. “Amazing how much more submissive you become when you have something inside your little punishment hole.”
“I’m not submissive,” I reply hotly, even though I’m really just saying it as a way to make myself feel more dominated. We both know what my nature is. And we both know how this is going to end.
He just laughs. “We’ll see how you feel after a spanking. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll even let you come.”
I let out an involuntary moan as he runs his fingers down my naked butt, one of them tracing right down the middle and jiggling the plug.
Barion chuckles again at my reaction. “I said maybe, Melyta. Don’t get too excited. You’ve earned yourself a thorough reminder of exactly who is in charge around here. If you want a reward, you’re going to have to earn it.” I feel his hand on my lower back. “Arch now, just like that. Butt up. You know how you’re supposed to be. Good. Don’t make me remind you to stay in position.”
I whimper as he starts spanking me. I had intended to try to stay quiet for as long as possible, but I’m just feeling so sensual right now. It must be the plug. He usually doesn’t spank me with it in. Or maybe it’s just the day I’ve had.
A particularly hard to swat causes my ass to clench, and I straight-up moan. Okay, then. Definitely the plug. Its firm, comfortable presence heightens everything, and it feels delicious when I squeeze around it.
The spanking stings, though. As it always does. Barion is being rhythmic and methodical this time, but keeping up a good pace.
“Who owns you?” he growls, punctuating his words with a spank. His hand slips into the back of my hair and he gathers a handful. “Who fucking owns you?”
I’m not ready yet. I pout, staring forward, not answering.
With a snarl, Barion picks me up, sits down on the bed, and forces me over his knee. I resist weakly, barely putting up a fight. I’m exactly where I need to be.
“Look at that swollen little pussy, leaking wetness down your legs for your Vostra,” he growls, prying my legs apart. His finger brushes my clit, just barely, and I gasp.
“But you haven’t earned that yet,” he whispers, taking his finger away. “Which is why you’re over my knee getting spanked with a plug in your punishment hole.”
I let out a frustrated moan, my clit suddenly aching. He chuckles.
“You’ve been a bad little girl, Melyta,” Barion says in that rasping whisper that always makes me squirm. “And that means I’m going to have to punish you until you’ve learned your lesson.”
With that, he opens up on my ass, spanking me harder and faster than before. I can’t help but cry out, instantly stinging.
“Ow, Vostra, that’s— ow!”
“Oh, so you’re calling me Vostra again,” he growls, not letting up. “I see you’re starting to remember who I am to you.”
“I don’t— I always remember!” I gasp, trying to cover my butt with my hands.
He grabs my wrists and pins them behind my back. “It didn’t seem that way earlier. I remember seeing a lot of defiance. I remember hearing a lot of no. And did I mistake hearing you tell me that you’re not submissive?”
I squirm desperately, my butt on fire. “I am submissive, Vostra. I’m submissive to you!”
And then the tears start to fall, and I feel whatever last vestige of defiance that was gripping me finally fade. My body shudders, splayed over his lap, and I let it all out. Barion just holds me, lightly stroking my back, and allows me to sob out the rest of whatever weird catharsis this is.
“It’s been a tough day, hasn’t it?” he says finally, his voice warm, affectionate. “It’s okay, vulta. Your Vostra’s here for you.”
This makes me cry even harder, and I squeeze his leg gratefully. He’s always so understanding, even when he’s firm. A picture of contrasts.
I’m not in any hurry to get up, so I stay there, content, after I finish crying. I feel better now. Like everything is right again. Barion gives the plug a little tap, and my pussy twitches.
“Why don’t you get on your knees for me,” he whispers, lacing his fingers into my hair.
