Owned by Luna Voss

11

Melyta

My ass stings, even with the soothing cream Barion just rubbed into my skin. But that’s nothing compared to the fire between my legs. I’m sure he could see how aroused I was while he was disciplining me. There was really no hiding it, not once he took my panties off.

But he didn’t do anything about it.

Part of me was ready to go further. Part of me wanted to, wanted him to take advantage of the position I was in. Especially at the end, when he was rubbing in the cream and his fingers came so tantalizingly close to slipping between my cheeks.

Right then, he could have had me. He really could have. I can’t believe things between us felt so intimate. His fingers stroking me were so nice.

Is that what it would be like to be his mate?

As soon as I’m back in my room and the door is closed, I start to touch myself. I think if I didn’t, I might actually explode. There’s just so much tension built up inside me.

My orgasm isn’t even really pleasurable, it’s just a release. It’s too far away from what I want to bring me the satisfaction I’m craving. Being disciplined by Barion brought out some new, primal side of me. A side that wants to submit to him, to please him, to be the reason his cock is hard.

His cock.Was that the thing I felt underneath me as I writhed in his lap? I can’t be 100% sure. But if I’m right, he was rock-hard by the time he finished spanking me.

How’s that for an ego boost?

I quickly find myself staring at the ceiling, sheets sticking to me, soaked in sweat, my ass still stinging with the reminder of Barion’s punishment. My life may be in shambles right now, but he’s the most exciting part of it. Maybe if through some miracle, I’m able to stay on this planet, we can like, go on a date, or something. You know, give this thing a try under better circumstances.

Ha. As if. The way my luck is going, I’ll be lucky to make it out of this week alive.

* * *

Barion

I stroke my cock before dinner. The state I’m in after disciplining Melyta, I really don’t have a choice. I can’t remember the last time I was this worked up.

Actually, I can. It was a year ago. The first time I met her.

Something about Melyta riles me up something stupid. It’s just ridiculous, out of my control, the effect she has on me.

The sooner I get her off this planet, the better. For her sake, and for mine.

And yet, at the same time, I can’t help but be aware of the fact that I could be bringing her to the spaceport right now. I doubt the police would still be there. But there’s some part of me that doesn’t want to do that.

I keep telling myself it’s purely out of kindness. Because I know that, depending on how this goes down, there’s a chance she can stay here, and actually live a normal life. I owe her that, if I can give it to her.

But deep, deep inside, I know the real reason I want her to stay is that I want her. I like being around her. I like her smell. Her facial expressions, even when she’s sassing me. I want her now for all the same reasons I wanted her a year ago, and then some more on top of that.

But she’s already rejected me. And I’m not about to go begging for someone who’s made it clear she isn’t interested.

Melyta will follow my rules until we settle this. But that’s all. Right now, she has a decision to make.

“Melyta?” I call out gruffly, knocking on her closed door, “I have dinner ready. I’m sure you must be hungry.”

She answers me immediately, as though she’s worried I’m going to barge in through the door. “Okay, just— I’ll be out in a minute!”

I head back to the dining room to wait for her. I have to admit, it will be nice to eat in here with another person for once. Or a woman, I mean. Korva and I eat here all the time. But there haven’t been a lot of women lately. Not any, since I met Melyta. I haven’t been able to take it. Losing her was more of a gut punch than I ever could have expected.

When she comes into the dining area where I already have food set out, she looks very noticeably well put together. She’s in a dress now, and she looks extremely pretty and it. And did she do her makeup or something? I don’t really know how to tell. But in any case, she looks nice.

“You look nice,” I tell her, speaking my mind without even thinking. Shit. I should probably keep thoughts that to myself, given the circumstances.

“Thanks,” she says, blushing slightly.

Huh. That wasn’t the reaction I expected. Maybe my spanking got through to her more than I realized.

“Rugdash,” Melyta murmurs, glancing at the table.

“You enjoy it?” I ask, gesturing for her to take a seat. “This is my grandmother’s recipe. She used to make the best in Dalax City.”

She bites her lip and frowns as she sits down.

“Sorry, not a fan of rugdash?” I ask, guessing from her expression. “I could pull something else together.”

“No, it’s just— never mind, it’s fine. I like rugdash.”

We make small conversation as we eat, and I can’t help but notice that she’s nothing but polite to me. It definitely seems like the spanking sent her a message. Good. I can appreciate that.

I can also appreciate that she’s really, really charming. And pretty.

Fuck.

After our meal, the conversation dies down, and I can’t decide if I think the silence is comfortable. Ultimately, I decide there’s just too much unspoken sexual tension between us for it to possibly be. We’re highly compatible, whether she wants to be with me or not, and we both feel it.

Melyta breaks the silence, looking at me shyly from across the table. “You said you had something to tell me. You know, about my… situation.”

I nod. “I’ve been put in charge of looking for you. By my boss.”

Her face lights up, and god, I wish I could see her smile like that all the time. “That’s great news!” she exclaims. “Does that mean I can stay here?” Then her face falls a little. “Wait, what about Gurt… Gurtion?”

I hesitate, unsure how much to tell her. Oh well, I’ve come this far. “Gurtion is in the hospital. Along with his men, the ones who aren’t dead. Hitting them with my car did a lot of damage. I was going fast.”

Melyta’s face lights right back up again. “Nice driving! This all seems like good news. What’s the catch?”

I can’t stop the corners of my mouth from curling up into a smile. Her enthusiasm is contagious. “There is no catch. Just details, and decisions. I can make sure you’re able to leave the planet safely now. If that’s what you want.”

“If that’s what I want? Is there another option?”

I try to keep my voice even. “It’s possible that depending on how things go, it might be safe for you to stay on Tarsheb 8.”

“Depending on how things go?”

“Because it’s my job to find you, I can pretend that I’ve succeeded. That I got you, and you’re dead. It shouldn’t be overly difficult. The only way it doesn’t work is if someone recognizes you. If someone who was there with Gurt last night recognizes your face.”

Understanding dawns, and Melyta nods. “And it sounds like those guys are having some car-related health problems.”

“Exactly. Gurt had three men in the Rusty Ship with him last night, is that right?”

“Yeah, three. I’m pretty sure it’s the same group that attacked me. I definitely recognized the cab driver.”

“Well, the cab driver is dead, and it sounds like there’s no chance the other two will survive the week with their injuries. The only one who might survive is Gurt.”

I pause, then look her in the eye. “Or, he might not.”

She bites her lip. Fuck, that’s cute. “What do you think?”

I shrug. “His injuries look pretty bad. But medicine can do a lot these days. Doctors say it’s about 50-50.” I sip my drink, and for some reason I notice my heart beating faster. “So you have a choice to make. You can leave the planet now, and start a new life. Or you can wait here, and maybe you’re able to stay.”

“I want to stay,” she says immediately, as though she doesn’t even have to think about it. “Tarsheb 8 is my home.”

“Staying means following my rules. And you remember what happens if you disobey me.”

A shiver runs through her, and her smell gets sweeter. “I… I know,” she squeaks, bowing her head.

“It might be a while before we have an answer,” I warn her. “Gurtion is in a medically induced coma or something. I don’t know how long that will take. Are you prepared to accept my authority for what might be a long time?”

“I mean, I still have the option to leave if you really piss me off, don’t I?”

I chuckle. “Yes, I suppose you do. And you can always turn your beacon red if need be. But unless you do, I’m going to administer discipline as I see fit. Do you understand that?”

Her cheeks rapidly turning scarlet, Melyta nods.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

She doesn’t meet my eyes. “Yes, I understand.”

I smile, and allow my tone to become more casual. “Good. In that case, what would you like for dessert?”