Held by Luna Voss
Held
1
Melyta
I swear as I check the time on my communicator. The store closes in ten minutes, and the cab I ordered still isn’t here. And I know from my hour of searching that there isn’t a single other place in Zog that sells gumbaseed.
Okay, let’s back up a moment. Barion and I are living in Zog now, on Gerbbbexai IX. With the Agusto Family. It’s been nearly a year since they rescued us from the Dultaz Family and smuggled us off of Tarsheb 8. They’re the only reason Barion, Korva, and I are still alive. Barion isn’t the boss, and I’m not the boss’s mate, but at least both of us are breathing.
It’s been… okay. Barion and Korva have both recovered from their injuries, and we’ve all settled in well enough, even if Barion has been somewhat distant. Korva has even been teaching me how to drive.
Which, actually, would solve my problem right now. Driving, I mean. The only reason I have to take a cab in the first place is that I haven’t taken the exam to get my license yet. Korva says I’m more than good enough to pass.
Glancing at my communicator, I shake my head in frustration. I’m definitely not going to make it to the store before it closes today. That means I won’t be able to make that viral gumbaseed recipe I was looking forward to trying. And right now, I really don’t have much else going on in my life to be excited about. If I had just gotten up a little earlier, or maybe spent less time eating lunch…
Unless…
I turn around to the parking lot behind me. Sitting in its usual spot is the black car Barion and I now own, the same one I’ve driven many times before with Korva, and even with Barion once or twice. It’s not like I don’t know what to do. The only thing stopping me from getting into the driver’s seat and heading to the store is the stupid rule saying I’m not allowed until I pass a test.
I check my communicator again. If I’m going to make the store before it closes, I have to leave now.
Fuck it. I’m a vostrat’s wife, after all. We didn’t get where we are by playing by the rules. With a surreptitious glance at our apartment, I unlock the car, get inside, and start the engine. I’ll be back in no time. Barion won’t even know I left.
I’m more than a little bit proud of myself as I pull back into the parking lot, bag full of gumbaseed on the passenger seat next to me. Why did I think it was such a big deal? It’s not like anyone else on the road knew I didn’t have a license. And I didn’t see a single cop the entire drive. As I walk up the stairs to our tiny apartment, clutching my prize, it’s like it never even happened.
“Have a nice drive?” Barion growls as I open our front door.
Immediately, my heart lurches into my stomach. He knows. And he’s using that deep, authoritative voice that he always does when I’m in trouble.
Usually that voice is something I dread, something I prefer to avoid. But I haven’t heard him speak that way in a long time, even when I might have deserved it. In a weird way, I think a part of me was hoping for this. Barion hasn’t been strict with me at all recently, and these days, it’s about the only time I really feel close to him. Outside of those intimate moments as man and wife, our relationship has gotten pretty stale. Our lives have gotten pretty stale.
“I— yes,” I stutter lamely, my stomach starting to churn in spite of my mixed feelings.
“I hope so,” he rumbles, standing up and stalking over to me. “You’re in big trouble, little lady.”
“Oh, give me a break,” I protest, disagreeing as though on autopilot. “I just went to the store. I was gone five minutes.”
“You were gone ten minutes,” he corrects me, “and that isn’t the point. If you had gotten pulled over, I might be picking you up from the police station right now. Do you think it’s a good idea for members of the Vostra to be dealing with the police like that?”
“I wasn’t going to get pulled over!” I feel the need to keep arguing with him, even though I have a sinking feeling that he’s right. It was a stupid risk. Still, the decision’s already been made. I have to own it now.
Barion stands in front of me, eyebrows raised, as though waiting for me to continue. “Anything else to say? Any more backtalk, to dig your hole a little deeper?”
“No,” I sigh, pouting, looking at his feet.
He eyes me up and down, and despite my growing apprehension at the fact that I’m in trouble, I can’t help but notice the way his eyes linger on the details of my body. It’s hot on Gerbbbexai IX, so all I’m wearing is a short little skirt and a tank top. I know Barion enjoys looking at me when I’m dressed like this. It’s a nice confidence boost. Things haven’t always felt sexy between us lately.
“See something you like?” I tease him, shifting my weight to exaggerate the curve of my hips.
“I see a little vulta who is trying to sex her way out of trouble,” Barion growls. “What you just did was completely unacceptable. Go bend over against the wall.”
He points to the corner of the living room that we’ve been using for punishments since we moved in.
“Come on, really?” I pout, my heart rate increasing. In a perfect world, there would be other forms of excitement, other ways of getting Barion’s attention. But we don’t live in that world. In this one, our life sucks, and my husband feels more and more distant every day. At least when I’m getting punished, he feels close. At least I know that he cares.
“If I have to say it again, you’re going to be grounded and get a follow-up spanking tomorrow morning. This is serious, Melyta. You put our safety at risk.”
My shoulders slump in submission. Cheeks burning, I do as he commands and walk over to the punishment corner.
“That’s what I thought, vulta. Hands against the wall. Ass out, back arched. You know what to do.”
I feel very dominated as I put myself into the position I know he expects. In a weird way, I realize that I’ve missed feeling like this. In public, I’m a respectable, well-dressed, well-put-together woman. But in our house, behind closed doors, I submit to Barion entirely. And that’s exactly the way I like it.
Even if it comes with a bit of friction sometimes.
“You know you’re not allowed to drive until you get your license,” says my mate, walking up behind me and flipping up my skirt to reveal my barely-there white thong. “And now you’re standing in the corner, about to get your little ass spanked for it. Was it worth the punishment?”
“Probably not,” I mumble.
“Probably not,” Barion repeats, lightly tapping my ass. “And believe me, I’m about to make that very clear.”
Smack!He claps his hand down hard across both of my cheeks. I yelp, breaking my posture.
“Back in position,” he warns me, repositioning me with his hands on my back.
“Yes, Vostra,” I say quickly, righting myself.
“If I ever catch you driving without a license again, you’re going to get a lot worse than this,” he growls, starting to spank me at a consistent rhythm, alternating cheeks. “As your Vostra, this is something I need to be very clear about. You are never allowed to compromise your safety. And today, you did that in a big way.”
It takes all the energy I have to keep myself from vocalizing as the spanking grows more intense. Each slap to my bottom stings.
When Barion stops, I pant in relief, only to squeal and try to stop him as he starts to pull down my panties.
“Hey! You don’t need to—”
“I do what I want,” he growls firmly. “I’m your fucking Vostra, and you’re in trouble right now. Put your hands back on the wall.”
I don’t obey him, so he pins my wrists behind my back and spanks me several times. He doesn’t stop until I squeal and apologize.
“Ow! Sorry, Vostra! I’ll be good!”
Blushing deeply, I return my hands to the wall and allow him to pull my panties down to my ankles. The feeling of the cool air on my pussy forces me to confront the fact that despite my defiance, Barion’s rough treatment of me is making me wet. Maybe even because of my defiance. This whole push-pull thing we do where I defy him and he punishes me gets me very, very aroused. It always has.
“Naughty vultas don’t get spanked with their panties on,” my mate whispers in my ear. “They get spanked on their bare bottoms just like they deserve. Even when they try to tease their Vostras with skimpy thongs.”
He runs a finger down my butt, tracing the crease, and I can’t resist a whimper as it brushes over my bottom hole and then my sensitive pussy lips. He lingers for a moment on my clit, not using enough pressure to be truly pleasurable, just teasing me.
“Something tells me you’re going to be dripping by the time I’m done with you,” he whispers, sending goosebumps across my neck.
“And do you really think that’s conducive to an effective punishment?” I reply, trying to hold my own even though my voice is trembling.
“I do,” he hisses, a smirk in his voice. “I’ve found that you’re much more likely to be compliant when there’s something you want.”
My blush deepens. We both know the truth of his words. At first, I didn’t understand why he always went out of his way to tease me sexually during punishments. Now, I realize it’s just one more way for him to incentivize my behavior. Carrots, as well as sticks.
Barion sinks his fingers into the back of my hair, holding tightly as he begins to slap my ass. I do my best to stay quiet, but soon I’m yelping with every spank. He spreads it around, making sure to hit every part of my quivering cheeks.
“I will not have this kind of risk-taking behavior from you,” he scolds me. “If it happens again, I’m going to make you spread your legs and I’ll be spanking your little cunt instead.”
“You wouldn’t,” I whimper, a shiver of mortifying arousal coursing through me at his words. I can barely remember the last time he gave me pussy spanks.
He squeezes his handful of my hair. “I would. Unless you turn that beacon red, I get to discipline you as I see fit. And I think having your little pussy spanked might do a lot to remind you of your place in this relationship.”
I straighten my posture. As much as what he’s saying gives me a submissive thrill, it’s in my interest to be on my best behavior right now. I know I’ve committed what he considers to be a serious infraction, and that I’ve probably already earned myself a harder punishment than usual.
“Good girl,” Barion smirks. “It seems like I’m finally getting your attention.”
I say nothing, grimacing as he continues to spank my ass. It’s hard to guess what’s more red right now, my butt, or my face. Both of them feel like they’re on fire, although for different reasons.
Shamefully, I realize that my clit is burning, too. It’s like my body struggles to separate getting punished from getting intimate. Or can’t ever separate them, really. If I’m with Barion and my pants are off, I’m probably horny.
Barion finishes with a couple of particularly hard spanks. I stay against the wall, panting, knowing my punishment can’t possibly be over. That was too easy. I’ve been disciplined more thoroughly over issues less severe than this.
“Is there anything you’d like to say to me?” my husband asks, stroking his fingers up my back underneath my shirt.
I shake my head, not looking at him.
“Okay,” he says, patting my butt. “I’m going to send you upstairs to our room for a little bit, and I want you to think about your actions today. Think of it as a timeout. Then I’m going to put you over my knee, and we’re going to have a nice little talk about why you thought it was okay to put both of us in danger like that.”
“I didn’t put both of us in danger,” I argue, even though I know it’s better not to. “Only myself.”
“Only yourself? You really don’t see any potential risks associated with getting arrested and having your Vostra husband pick you up from the police station?”
I gulp. I guess I really wasn’t thinking that hard about it.
“Upstairs,” he orders me. “I’ll be up to join you when I’m ready.”
* * *
Barion
I sigh as I watch Melyta trudge up the upstairs to our bedroom, her bare ass a delicious, rosy shade of red. This is normal, I remind myself. Even couples that have been together for decades have these incidents. I just need to be firm.
It doesn’t help that it turns me on so much to see her submitting to me. Especially when that submission involves looking at her bare ass and the pink, enticing little holes that I’ve claimed as my own. When her spanking is over and I’m satisfied with her surrender, I’m going to knot her. In her punishment hole, obviously. That’s what happens when she disobeys.
It’s been too long since we’ve done this. Lately, I’ve been allowing my mate to get away with too much. I just haven’t had the energy to attend to every little infraction, even though I know it’s my role. Life is exhausting right now. Exhausting and dispiriting.
But in this moment, everything feels right.
Our bedroom is filled with the sweet, addicting scent of Melyta’s arousal when I enter. She’s lying on the bed, a suspiciously wet spot underneath her.
“Have you been touching yourself?” I ask, putting two and two together.
“Maybe,” she admits, looking down.
“I’m flattered,” I chuckle. “But you know you’re not allowed to touch yourself during a punishment.”
“Sorry, Vostra. I didn’t come yet. I know you didn’t give me permission.”
“And it’s a good thing you didn’t. If you made yourself come without permission, we’d be having a very different conversation right now.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’m already in trouble. How much worse could it get?”
“Try me and find out.”
For a moment, it almost seems like she’s considering it. Then her shoulders slump and she bows her head.
“Good girl,” I growl, sitting down on the bed next to her. “Now, let’s get you over my knee.”
She allows me to position her over my lap, her soft, round ass teasing me with its lurid appeal. I want to peel her cheeks apart and push my cock inside her. And by the wetness shining on her inner thighs, I’m pretty sure she wants the same thing.
She’s going to get what she wants. I am, too. But first, she’s going to have to learn a lesson.
“We don’t have a lot of incidents like this anymore,” I remark to my wife as I slide one of my legs over hers, pinning her in place. “It’s been what, three weeks since I’ve had to spank you? Four?”
“Four and a half weeks,” she squeaks, her muscles tensing.
“Four and a half weeks is pretty good,” I say, stroking my fingers up the backs of her thighs to her butt. “When we first got together, I feel like I was disciplining you every other day.”
“You practically were,” she admits, blushing.
I feel a twinge of guilt. Her behavior has improved, it’s true, but it hasn’t improved that much. I know I’ve been slacking in my duty as a mate by letting her off the hook as often as I have been.
I push the thought to the side. At least I’m disciplining her now.
“Well, then I’d say we’re making progress,” I growl. “Hands at your sides now. I’m going to start.”
“Can I hold on to your leg?” she asks, glancing up at me. “It makes me feel better.”
“That’s fine. But no covering your butt.”
She nods and puts a hand on my knee, squeezing slightly. I push her skirt all the way up, making sure her ass is revealed to me completely, and start to punish her.
Melyta stiffens, not vocalizing as the first spank arrives. But I’m used to that. She’ll be yelping soon. I keep up the same steady rhythm, not increasing the intensity, delivering hard swats all over her butt and the top of her thighs.
“You need to remember who’s in charge, or you’re going to find yourself over my knee a lot more often,” I warn her. “I do not tolerate disobedience in this house. I was very clear to you that you were not to drive the car before taking your license test.”
She starts to whimper, the redness growing all over her rear end. I keep spanking her, wanting to drive the message home.
“I mean it, vulta,” I growl, pinning her wrists behind her back as she inevitably tries to protect her butt with her hands. “I will not have this from you. I know living here in Zog isn’t what either of us wanted, but you’re still expected to follow the rules I lay down for you.”
“I’m sorry, Vostra!” she wails, her voice sounding desperate. “I won’t do it again!”
I increase the intensity, spanking her butt even harder. “I’m sure you won’t. But just in case, I’m going to make sure you’ve really learned your lesson here.”
She trembles, trying to pull her hand from where I’m pinning it, and I allow her to return it to my knee. She squeezes me very hard.
“What’s going to happen to you if you drive without a license again?” I growl, forcing her legs apart so that my spanks can reach the lower, more intimate parts of her bottom.
“You’re going… you’re going to spank me,” she whimpers, her voice strained.
“I’m going to spank your pussy and your little punishment hole,” I tell her firmly. “Just like this.”
I give her a short spank right between her legs. She gasps, her bottom hole winking as the muscles contract.
“But for now,” I continue, my hand moving back up to her butt, “we’re going to do this the old-fashioned way.”
Her yelps get louder as I pepper her ass with hard spanks, and it sounds like her voice is beginning to break. A couple of swats later and she starts to cry, her shoulders heaving with gentle sobs. I stop spanking her, stroking my fingertips over her butt instead.
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” I whisper, stroking all the way up her back to her hair.
“I’m sorry, Vostra,” she whimpers. “I know I shouldn’t have tried to drive. I won’t disobey you again.”
“It’s okay, vulta,” I say softly, petting her back to comfort her. “It’s all forgiven now. You can stay here on my lap and let it all out, and then when you’re ready, I’m going to knot your punishment hole.”
* * *
Melyta
Even as I sniffle over Barion’s lap, I feel a warm rush of sensuous excitement coming over me. Ever since we escaped Tarsheb 8, things between us haven’t been quite the same. But this is the part of my relationship with Barion that makes me feel closest to him. When he’s obtained my full submission, and now it’s time for him to have his way. There’s something so intimate about it, that bonding moment between man and wife. Something I feel very lucky to experience as a Voorian, and something I wouldn’t have access to if I were taking suppressants.
“I think I’m going into heat soon,” I tell my mate shyly. Maybe it’s a weird time to bring it up, but I want him to know. He was so sweet with me during my last heat. I miss that.
“What?” he says excitedly. “When?”
“It’s hard to tell. I used to be really regular, but I think your pheromones are throwing it off.”
His next response is nothing more than an animal growl, one of satisfaction and triumph. I smile, enjoying his reaction. This will be the second time I’ve gone into heat since we’ve been mated. The first, about five months ago, was an experience I still remember fondly. My first heat that I didn’t spend alone and miserable. Things may not be perfect between us, but we’ll always have that, at least.
“Bend over the bed for me, vulta,” he whispers, approval in his voice. “I’m going to knot you and come inside you now.”
I spill off of his lap and do as he commands, bending over the side of the bed. Goosebumps spread all across my back as he pulls my shirt over my head, leaving me naked.
Behind me, Barion unzips. “I can’t wait for you to be in heat again,” comes his voice, low, hungry. “I’d keep you in heat all the time if I could.”
“I’d be a fucking mess,” I laugh. “I’m pretty sure you’d get tired of it.”
“I could never get tired of your heat,” he whispers, stroking my back with one hand and applying lube with the other. “That’s the version of you I met first. The version of you I really understand.”
I don’t hold back my moan as he parts my cheeks with his fingers and positions the head of his cock at my tight hole. I’ve been waiting for this. To feel him slip inside me and make me his own. My favorite part of being disciplined.
“Mmm, you feel good,” Barion grunts. “So tight for me.”
I gasp as his cock stretches my ass, fingers clawing at the sheets. He’s so big. No matter how many times he stretches me, he always feels so big.
The moans come louder as he starts to thrust. I couldn’t help myself if I wanted to, although it’s not like I’m trying. It feels as though he’s going deeper with every stroke, reminding me with his forcefulness of his ownership of my body.
“Barion,” I whimper, reaching behind me and grabbing one of his forearms, glad to feel its warmth. “Barion, you’re fucking me so hard...”
“But you can take it, can’t you, vulta?” he growls, spanking my ass. “You can take this thick cock in your little punishment hole, can’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan. “I’m going to come while you fuck my punishment hole. Oh god…”
My hips quiver as a surge of orgasmic pleasure washes over me, much sooner than expected. Barion’s hand finds my neck and he pulls me upright, so that his lips are very close to my ear.
“You’re not about to come without permission, are you, vulta? I hope you know that would earn you another spanking.”
“No, Vostra,” I squeak.
“Good,” he growls, slapping my ass.
A minute or two later, I’m begging him.
“Vostra, please, can I come? I’m so fucking close…”
“Keep begging,” he orders, giving my ass another spank.
I groan in frustration, clutching the sheets in front of me. Every stroke of his cock in my ass brings me closer, sending me tumbling towards a climax I’m not allowed to have.
“Please!”I wail. “Vostra, you own me. You own my orgasm. Please, please, can I come?”
“Yes, vulta,” he whispers, satisfaction in his voice. “Come for me. Come while I knot your little ass.”
And with that, I feel his cock expand.
My orgasm hits me just as he releases his knot. I’m filled with the incredible, overwhelming sensation of being stretched, of being full. And then the pleasure surges in, ravishing me, reducing me to a wet little bundle of moans on the bed as Barion fucks me from behind.
His thrusting slows to rocking as his knot becomes too big for him to move inside me very much. He lets out a groan, which I register only dimly through my orgasmic haze. I buck my hips against him, wiggling my butt around his knot, desperate for more stimulation. Everything feels so good that I never want it to stop.
“Fuck…” Barion gasps, and my orgasm continues as I feel his warm seed spreading inside me. He grips me tightly, his cock twitching, knot throbbing pleasurably every time he injects me with another milky spurt.
“Mine,” he whispers hoarsely, kissing my neck. “My vulta. Mine.
“Yours,” I breathe, slumping down onto the bed as my climax fades.
