Owned by Luna Voss
23
Barion
By the time we’re halfway home, my unease over our interaction with Sarizor is gone. The scent of Melyta’s arousal is absolutely filling the car, intoxicating me, making me want to do dirty, dirty things to her.
I’m going to do every one of those things. But first, she’s going to learn a lesson. It’s obvious she’s the kind of woman who needs her mate to take a firmer hand with her.
“Hey, why don’t we stop at that bookstore on the way home?” Melyta suggests brightly as we drive through Dalax City. “Since we didn’t have time earlier.”
I just raise my eyebrows at her. “You’re still in trouble, little missy.”
She pouts. “Hmmph.”
“You know, that attitude isn’t helping you any.”
“Neither is sucking your dick in the bathroom, apparently.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Since when have I ever given you the impression that you could sex your way out of a punishment?”
She shrugs “Can’t blame me for trying.”
“No, I certainly can’t. You look very pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
Melyta sticks her tongue out as we pull into the garage. “Jerk.”
“See? This is what I mean. Very spankable behavior.”
We get out of the car and walk up to the house together, me keeping a hand on her waist to reinforce that I’m in charge right now.
“Or,” says Melyta, holding up a finger, “and just bear with me right here, I know this might seem off the wall, but have you considered seeing a doctor? Maybe even a surgeon or something?”
I stop, squinting at her in confusion. “A doctor? What? I’m definitely not following you.”
She bites her lip. “You know. For the stick in your ass. Maybe you could get it removed.”
I step closer to her and she backs up. I keep doing it until she’s backed up all the way against the wall of our living room. Her eyes flit from side to side and I grab her wrists, pinning them to the wall so she can’t escape.
“I know you like to be difficult, Melyta, but that’s not going to serve you well tonight. You’re going down a path that leads to a very sore bottom. Inside and out.”
She shivers slightly, even though she tries to play it off. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I was already going to get a sore bottom.”
I slip my hand under her dress and find the warmth between her legs. She gasps. Her little cunt is so wet that her panties are almost soaked through. I take her swollen clit between two of my fingers and pinch it slightly, my other hand returning to its familiar place around her neck.
“I’m the boss tonight,” I growl in her ear, putting every ounce of authority into my voice that I can. “You submit. There are two ways this can go, depending on your decisions. I can make you come so many times that you don’t even remember your own name. I’ll have you twitching and moaning and begging for more. Or, you can spend your night in the corner getting spanked like a naughty little girl, and then not allowed to orgasm when I fuck your punishment hole. It’s your choice, Melyta. Do you understand that?”
She breathes, not answering right away. I move my face closer and slide one of my fingers into her pussy, causing her to whimper.
“I asked you a question, Melyta.”
The look she gives me next is what I dream of. Maybe not pure submission, but fucking close to it. Acceptance. Need.
“Yes, Vostra,” she whispers.
* * *
Melyta
I stand between Barion and the wall, the plug still in my ass, my thighs wet with excitement. My whole body is buzzing, and my mind even more. Seeing Barion like this just brings me into a primal state, where all I want to do is defy until he makes me submit.
We’re past the defiance stage. This is the part where he makes it very, very clear who the boss is around here.
“Lose the dress,” Barion orders. “You’re going to be naked for this.”
I stall for time, first removing my shoes and taking as long as I possibly can. He watches me with raised eyebrows. Finally, he seems to get fed up, and just stalks over to me and pulls my dress off himself.
“I’m doing it!” I protest, struggling to extricate myself from the mess of fabric.
“Not fast enough. When I tell you to do something, you do it right away. No stalling.”
He pins my wrists behind my back and starts spanking me against the wall over my soaked panties, then pulls them down to my knees, revealing my bare, plugged ass.
“You mean the fucking world to me, Melyta, but I don’t tolerate disrespect. You want to act out like you have been all day, I’m going to treat you like the naughty little girl that you are.”
I squeal and struggle to get away from him but I can’t, and he keeps peppering my ass with stinging slaps. I can’t help but clench around the plug, which adds an embarrassingly pleasurable tinge to the whole experience.
Then he stops, and starts to tug on the butt plug. I whimper, feeling it strain against my opening in the most delicious way.
“I think you’re having entirely too much fun with this,” he growls. “I’m going to take away the plug for now.”
“Nooo,” I moan without even thinking.
“Yes,” he laughs, and I gasp as he pops it out. “I can’t have you coming by accident while I’m disciplining you.”
I pout at this, but he kind of has a point. Being spanked with my plug in feels really, confusingly good.
Barion leads me over to a chair and puts me over his knee. This helps me relax slightly. It’s a familiar position. Intimate. Almost comfortable.
“Why do I have you over my knee?” he asks, his tone measured. He strokes my ass with his fingertips.
“Because I disrespected you,” I answer honestly.
“That’s right. And you didn’t just disrespect me, you did it multiple times. All day. What’s the rule about disrespect?”
“… Don’t do it?”
He chuckles. “Correct. And what happens when you break that rule?”
I wiggle my butt in frustration. “You put me over your knee.”
“Right again. You know, you’re being very good right now. Your butt might thank you if you acted this way more often.”
“But where would be the fun in that?”
“No fun at all, apparently.”
Spank! The first slap takes me by surprise, causing me to yelp loudly.
“Ow! You could have given me some kind of warning.”
He spanks me again. “I’m spanking your little ass, vulta. That enough warning?”
I don’t bother trying to answer him as he lights up my ass with spanks again. He keeps a steady, consistent rhythm, each slap ringing out loudly across the room. I kick my feet, squirming, but he pins me down so I can’t move.
“You want to disrespect me, you deal with the consequences,” he scolds. “I am more than happy to make this a regular thing if you think you need to be disciplined more often.”
He continues his rhythm, not speeding up, not going harder, just continuing to punish my ass with regular, consistent swats. I was doing a pretty good job of not vocalizing at first, but now I can’t hold back my yelps. I can feel whatever will I have left to continue defying him evaporate as he disciplines me with unyielding firmness.
“I’m sorry, Vostra,” I whimper. “I won’t disrespect you ever again.”
Barion chuckles, not stopping. “Ever again? That’s quite a promise. I don’t think you can keep that.”
As much as I try to prevent it, the tears start to flow at this point, stifling my response. I begin to cry as he spanks me over his knee.
The spanking stops. When he touches me again, it’s gentle, comforting. I sigh as he strokes his fingers down my back and over my stinging butt.
“Did we learn a little lesson there, Melyta?” he asks me.
“Yes,” I cry, struggling to compose myself.
His voice is warm now, not sharp or scolding. “Good girl,” he says, continuing to stroke my back. “I think we can be done here. Do you want me to get the cream?”
I cry a while longer, needing the release of emotion. He just keeps stroking my back, letting me cry myself out.
“You know I love you more than anything, right?” he asks, his voice low.
I nod, sniffling. “I love you too. I love you so much.”
Once I’ve composed myself, he gets the cream to rub on my butt, which has become one of my favorite experiences to have with him. By this point, I’m starting to get horny again, and enjoying all the sensitive places that he’s touching me. I let out a little moan, encouraging him to touch me in more intimate ways.
“Don’t worry, Melyta, I haven’t forgotten that I’m going to be using your punishment hole tonight,” he teases me, spreading my cheeks and circling my little puckered hole with his finger. I sigh, filled with submissive gratification at the idea of him using my punishment hole.
He picks me up and carries me over to the couch, then puts me on my stomach and mounts me from behind, pulling his shirt off at the same time.
“Tell me what I’m going to do to you,” he orders, grabbing a handful from the back of my hair.
“You’re going to fuck me,” I whimper.
“Where?”
I feel myself blushing brilliantly. “In my… in my punishment hole.”
“That’s right, Melyta. You’ve been wearing that plug all day to get ready for me.”
“It’s still going to be tight,” I say in a small voice.
“It always is. But you’re going to take it, aren’t you, vulta? You’re going to take all of this big cock.”
I nod, even as Barion starts to spread my cheeks and I feel his shaft slapping against my ass. In front of me, I see the golden glow of my beacon on the couch pillows. His big hands grip my waist as he coats his cock in my wetness and then presses it against my little hole.
“Oh my god,” I whisper as he pushes himself inside me. “Oh, fuck, Barion, you feel so big.”
He gives me a couple strokes to get used to him, then fucks me hard and fast, building up in intensity, not going slow or gentle. I moan into the cushion, overwhelmed by the intensity of it, my clit grinding into the couch under me and threatening to send me tumbling into a climax I’m not sure I’m even prepared for.
“Fuuuuuuckkkkk…”I moan as the whole world goes white-hot. Nothing even exists for me in that moment, just pleasure and warmth and an overwhelming sense of submitting to a force stronger than me. I writhe and gasp, reduced to something animalistic.
Then Barion groans too, and his fingers dig into the flesh of my ass as he pumps himself into me, dragging my pussy along his cock as he comes. I fade back to reality to the sensation of his warm cum trickling out of me.
“I’m going to take a shower,” says Barion’s voice, and my eyes jolt open as he kisses me on the lips. “You can stay right where you are. I’m going to make your pussy come next.”
“Is that so?” I manage, for some reason feeling like I need a response.
“Yes,” he tells me simply, kissing me again. “And not just once. I’m going to play with you tonight until you’re a wet, twitching little mess.”
* * *
Barion
“I thought you said you were going to make me come,” Melyta whines, sounding a lot more desperate than last time she raised the subject.
“I am, dear, but you’re going to have to be a little more patient. If you complain again, you’re going to get a spank.”
She pouts, but closes her mouth, her whole body trembling. I continue working her clit with my finger as I hold her in my lap.
This is fun. More than fun. I love this. I can make Melyta come any time I want to. She knows it, and I know it. But I haven’t given her permission yet, and if she comes without permission, she’s going to get punished. I’m testing her obedience here, forcing her to demonstrate her submission to me before I give her the pleasure she wants.
There’s also a practical reason. The longer I draw this out, the harder she’ll come when she finally does.
Either way, fun for both of us. Even if right now, she doesn’t quite seem to realize it.
“You’re torturing me,”Melyta whimpers, turning her head to look at me with pleading eyes. “Barion…”
I lift her legs with one arm and use the other to deliver a firm spank to her behind. She yelps and falls silent.
“I’ll give you permission when I’m ready,” I chide her, “and not before.”
Her hips start to twitch as I keep rubbing her pussy, and she makes little mewling sounds under her breath. I place a hand on her neck, knowing how much she likes that.
“Please,” she whimpers, sounding legitimately desperate now. “Please let me come, Vostra, I need it so bad…”
“Keep begging,” I purr, loving how much power I have over her. “Show me how bad you want it.”
“Vostra,please!” she pleads, kicking her legs in frustration. “I’m going to… die of orgasm deficiency, or something!”
That makes me chuckle. “I’m willing to bet that’s not a real medical diagnosis.”
“But you’re not sure.”
“I’m pretty sure.”
“But you’re not a doctor.”
“Nope, I’m just the guy who isn’t going to let you come until you accept that you’re not in charge here.”
Boy, does that elicit a pout. But that’s okay. Melyta is going to have to get used to letting me control her orgasms. It’s one of the ways I intend to enforce discipline once she’s wearing my mark.
I keep playing with her until she’s just on the edge, until I can see the concentration it’s taking for her to hold her orgasm back.
“Please,” Melyta whimpers, her voice cracking like it’s about to break. “Vostra, please, I need it.” She gasps, and the struggle in her voice grows even more desperate. “Oh please… please… Vostra, please…”
“You can come,” I whisper, deciding to take pity on her. “Come for me, vulta. Let me see you twitch and moan for me.”
She lets out a throaty sigh filled with deep, intense relief. I keep my fingers on her clit, rubbing it in little circles, using my other hand to cup her breasts and play with her nipples. Her body starts to tremble in my lap, and then I feel her pussy twitching against my hand. She stiffens, her toes curling, as though her entire body is being wracked by incredible intensity.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”
Her voice gets louder, words failing her, until she’s just moaning and gasping and twitching in my lap. In this moment, she doesn’t seem self-conscious at all, or even really aware of anything other than the pleasure I’m giving her. It’s like her entire existence is being consumed by what I’m doing with my finger on her clit.
“Okay, okay, okay,” she whispers, sounding overwhelmed. “I don’t think I—”
I move my hand back to her neck and keep fingering her, stroking back and forth over her clit at a quick, consistent pace. Her voice cuts off abruptly and her mouth hangs open in a silent scream, her entire body curling up into a little ball of orgasmic tension. I feel all of her muscles flexing, and it’s like the waves of pleasure she’s experiencing are almost too much to take.
“Keep coming for me, vulta,” I order, forcefully keeping her legs apart so I can continue rubbing her clit. “I want you to come until you’re fucking senseless and Vostra is the only word on your lips.”
I have to hold her down as she squirms so violently in my lap that she almost falls. Her beacon flashes the brightest gold I’ve ever seen it, and on the other side of the bed, all the blankets and pillows go flying as though thrown by an invisible force. I smile. It’s an encouraging sign that she’s already expressing her power without my mark on her neck. Once she’s my mate, I’m going to need to keep her well-disciplined so she doesn’t lose control of that ability.
Finally, the tension in her body fades. Her cunt begins to twitch more intermittently, more like aftershocks than full orgasmic contractions. She turns over and buries her face in my chest, curled up in the most adorable way, almost like a pet. I just hold her, stroking her back, her shoulders, her hair.
“I just came so hard,” she whispers, still sounding like she’s out of breath. “Barion, I… fuck…”
She shudders, her body wracked by some kind of physical-emotional release. I let her experience it without interrupting, stroking her back lightly with my fingertips. Finally, she looks up at me, and I can tell that she wants a kiss.
“You’re so pretty right now, vulta,” I whisper, leaning down to press my lips against hers. She kisses me back hungrily, parting her mouth and giving me access to her tongue. We make out like that for a little while, then I roll her over onto her back and climb on top of her. She watches me as though in a daze. I move lower, until my face is between her legs.
“I’m going to make this pussy come again,” I whisper, licking my lips.
* * *
Melyta
I thrash around, my legs squeezing together, but Barion holds them open, licking me, sucking me, making me come yet again. I feel like I’m drowning in a river of pleasure, or maybe I’m just a tiny raft being carried and tossed around by the incredible current. Everything is a wonderful blur.
“Fuck me,” I beg, realizing suddenly that I badly, badly need him inside me.
He looks up from between my legs. “Say please, vulta.”
“Please!” I wail immediately, lacking even a hint of defiance. I’m his right now. I submit. I’ll be as obedient as he wants as long as he keeps making me feel like this.
He lets out a satisfied growl, and I look up to see him positioning himself between my legs. His hand closes around my neck, and I mewl in happiness as I feel the head of his cock pushing between my eager, desperate pussy lips.
“Vostra,” I moan as he pushes himself inside me. “Vostra, your big cock feels so good...”
He doesn’t reply, just extends his fangs and snarls, starting to thrust. I’ve been desperate to have my pussy filled basically all day, and now that it’s finally happening, I literally can’t control my moans. My mouth hangs open as I vocalize wordlessly, all of my attention focused on his thick shaft stretching me open.
He leans down, putting his fangs right next to my neck, his hand still on my throat. I gasp, overcome by a sense of longing, of anticipation. I want him to mark me. I want to feel his fangs slide into my neck, injecting me with their pigment.
“Soon, vulta,” he murmurs, retracting his fangs in frustration. “As soon as you’re in heat.”
“Just fuck me,” I whimper, putting my hands on his hips. Having his fangs so close to my neck like that is almost unbearable. All I can think about is how much I need his mark.
He grips my shoulders as he thrusts himself inside me, the warm skin of our chests pressing together. Our lips meet, and we stay locked in a kiss, my pussy starting to convulse around his cock. I wrap my legs around him, trying to pull him deeper, everything going fuzzy again as my consciousness is overwhelmed by pleasure.
Barion groans, his deep voice rumbling through me, and I can tell that he’s coming too. A wonderful warmth spreads inside me as he fills me with his cum.
“I’m going to knot you now,” he whispers, and it seems like he’s struggling to form words.
I nod quickly, kissing his chest, ready. His face gets a look of incredible concentration, and then he groans. His knot begins to expand.
It’s pure bliss as my sensitive walls stretch around his thick lump of flesh. I release a moan of utter, raw satisfaction, and hear him do the same. I don’t know exactly what he experiences when he knots me, but it’s obvious he finds it just as wonderfully satisfying as I do.
“You’re everything to me,” he whispers, his lips brushing my neck. “I would do anything for you, vulta. Anything.”
