by Rebel West
“But other humans drive pods around,” I argue. “I read it in the news, and on the holo site. In fact, over fifty humans do it. And they go to places far more dangerous on a regular bas—”
“They. Are. Not. You.” He enunciates each word. “Your rules are for your situation alone. What part of that is so hard to understand?”
“I only wanted to get data to help.” My voice falters and I feel a lump in my throat. “I had the right intentions, Lock. I just want to test the water on your brother’s tissues to see if I can learn something about the demyelination mechanism.”
He groans, then sits. “Tell me what you are thinking. Why you did this. I owe it to my brother to investigate every possibility.”
I sit beside him, holding myself stiffly, and turn my face up. Just being this close to him gets my body racing and I can barely focus on what I want to say. From the expression on his face, the one of hunger that’s replaced the previous anger, I think he feels it, too. I take a deep breath and focus.
“I honestly think we need to better understand what’s happening with the zebb and the Albotons C. My gut tells me there’s a clue there. I wanted a water sample just to see what happened if I put some of the paramecium into a muscle tissue sample from Maxxon. But when I talked to Dr. Amakka, he was cagey. I felt like he was being dishonest. I know you trust him implicitly, and I wouldn’t tell you this if I didn’t think it was important. Even if his samples showed no reaction, I want to try it again. That’s all.”
He sighs. “And for that, you risked going out in a pod alone?” His eyes flash. I notice how strong his arms look today, the muscles defined, as if he just finished exercise and is pulsing with vitality.
“I did. And now I have water. And if I’m still allowed to work here, I will test it on the sample as soon as I figure out the appropriate methods.” I sigh. “If I’m your last ditch hope, I want to make it worth the while. I want to uncover every rock. Do every last thing I can.”
“And I appreciate that. Just do it using the appropriate channels.”
“But the channels were closed,” I retort. “Even you were not supporting me.”
He frowns. “Was it so urgent that it needed to happen at that very exact second?”
I shrug, although this is no light matter. “We won’t know until we get the results, will we?” Then I slump. “I feel bad about causing you to miss your meeting, and causing other resources to be used to find me. I just got excited about the possibility, and just did it. And I’m still not accustomed to being unable to make my own decisions. I guess it rankled that I’m a top-rated researcher on Earth, and I can do whatever I want. And here I’m basically a prisoner.”
“I appreciate your honesty.” He sighs. “And I apologize for not listening to you about the sample. Next time I will endeavor to provide you with more resources. I will support you in analyzing this as you see fit.”
“Thank you.”
He smells good, masculine, and when he shifts next to me, our legs touch, and that’s all it takes. I gasp and look up at him, my whole body keening with arousal, and his hands are on my face, in my hair, and then our lips are joined.
He pulls me onto his lap and continues the kiss, his hands exploring my chest, teasing my nipples through my shirt, and I moan into his mouth, delirious with his taste.
“God, I missed you,” he murmurs. “I tried to stay away. But I can’t do it.”
“Why would you stay away?”
“Because when I’m near you, all I want to do is this.” He glides his fingers up my thigh, and I spread my legs to allow him access. He rubs softly through the fabric, his fingers sure and strong, and I whimper. “And this.” He pushes his whole palm against my mound. “And once I do, it’s all I’m going to want to fucking do, Cali. And you don’t need the distraction.”
“Maybe I want it,” I whisper, as he bites my neck. “Lock, please.” Need makes me bold. “You never finished what we started last time. I think I deserve it, don’t you?”
“What you deserve,” he snaps, his eyes wicked, “is a hard spanking right now for your continued insubordination. You take that, and maybe I’ll consider rewarding you.”
He’s hard under my body, and I know that this time he won’t be able to stop, no matter how many meetings he has.
“Do it,” I whisper into his ear, and bite the lobe, hard.
He growls and presses his hands against my body. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Yes, I do. I want it.”
“You really do?” He pulls back to look into my eyes.
I stick up my chin. “Are you afraid of me?”
He laughs, a dark, dirty chuckle. “Far from it, Cali. But once I start, you might be the one who experiences a little frisson of fear. You think you can handle that?”
“Yeah. I do.” My voice is tough, confident.
He smiles, and suddenly my stomach flips. I’m prey, and he’s the hunter. And I fucking love it. He scoops me up and puts me on my feet, in front of him. “Let’s see you ask for it, then. Last time you disobeyed me, do you remember what I threatened?” He raises an eyebrow and touches his belt.
My whole body sparks, like I touched a live wire. “You told me... you’d use the punishment strap on me, if you needed to spank me again.” My nipples are hard with desire.
“And here we are,” he says conversationally. “And I do need to spank you again. So unfortunately for you,” he slaps his thigh meaningfully, raising one eyebrow, “and your tender ass, this punishment is going to be far more memorable than the last one.”
He unbelts something from around his waist. It looks like leather, and it’s a lustrous black. Supple. My breath catches in my throat with fear and desire. The mixture is a drug to my veins.
He doubles it up and slaps it into his palm. “But we’ll start with my hand, like last time. Come.”
He nods at me and points to the spot between his spread legs.
I swallow hard and walk back to him, stand in between his thighs, feel the warmth of his body.
“Remove your garment, like last time.” His voice is granite, and I wonder if it’s taking all his willpower to play with me like this first, instead of just toss me onto the bed and fuck me hard.
Fumbling, I undo my jeans and slide them down my legs, and then off. I hold the denim in my hands until he takes it from me and tosses it behind him on the bed.
“This time we’ll start without the panties,” he says softly. “Give them to me, please.” He holds out one hand.
When I hesitate, he snaps and points at my crotch, and I flush hard, then slide the panties down and step out of them. These he tucks into a pocket in his pants, and the sight of this is erotic enough to make my nipples harden and a surge of moisture flow between my thighs.
“Assume the position, Cali,” he says, patting his lap. “We’ll start this way at least, to warm you up for the strap. And as a reminder, you are to call me Master while I am disciplining you.”
I slide over his lap, sucking in a breath as his strong, warm hands grab and reposition me.
“Thighs as wide as you can, please.”
“Yes, Master.” I do it, barely able to handle the suspense. My whole body is aching for his touch, rough, soft, all of it. I want it all.
“Good.” I sense him raising his hand.
“Hold on!” I grab his leg. “Just a minute. Please.”
“What?” He stills his movements.
“I’m—will it hurt more than last time?” I gulp, unsure about the strap.
“It will.” He lays one hand on my buttocks and rubs. “Still no more than you can handle, but it will be worse than last time. You will tolerate it, even if you don’t like it.” He bends down to whisper, “After all, don’t you deserve to be punished for your transgressions?”
Why does this shoot flares of arousal through my body?
“Yes,” I answer, my skin on fire. “I do.”
“Relax your buttocks. You know my rule
s.” He taps my ass.
I force myself to soften my muscles.
“Your bottom is so soft,” he remarks, stroking my skin. “It will be a pleasure to punish you and turn it red.” Without warning, he lands a hard slap across my left ass cheek.
“Ouch.” Before the word is fully out, he spanks me again on the other ass cheek, and begins a firm, punishing rhythm. He spanks harder than he started last time, and before long I am kicking up my feet and twisting on his lap.
“Stop moving,” he warns, directing a volley of spanks at my sit spots, “or I’ll do this.” The spanks increase in intensity and then he slaps the base of my thighs until I cry out, “I’m sorry! I’ll stop.”
“See that you do,” he tells me, and returns to the original pattern of spanking all over my ass.
It’s hard not to wriggle and squirm, because my ass is already burning beyond belief, and the sting is making me want him so badly I could almost come right across his thighs, lying here, without even a touch to my clit. “Are you almost done?” I whimper.
He pushes my thighs apart and slaps his hand right onto my pussy. “I’ll tell you when I’m done. Don’t ask again. Your job is to take what I give. If you ask again, I’ll spank here.” He slaps again, harder, against my soft nether lips, and I almost fly apart.
“Lock,” I beg. “Master,” and I don’t know what I’m asking: Stop, more, please?
“Shush,” he commands. “Lie still and accept your punishment. We still have quite a ways to go.”
He spanks me again, hard, over and over, until I’m so lost in the sensation that I fall apart on his thighs, crying—not with pain, but with the emotion of the moment.
He scoops me up, settles my bare bottom onto his thighs, and pulls me into his chest, and I bury my head against his hard body, inhaling his unique scent. “Ow,” I whimper, shifting on his hard legs. “Ow, it hurts, it stings.” But what’s more pressing is the need between my thighs.
“I need you right now,” I beg.
He sets me on my feet. “Naughty Earth women don’t get to come until their ass is red and striped. Take off the rest of your garments for the strap, Dr. Taylor.”
His voice is so firm that I immediately obey. I pull off my t-shirt and unsnap my bra, and place them onto the bed.
“Look at me,” he orders. “Tell me why you’re getting the punishment strap.”
Chapter Twenty
My face is hot and I don’t know if I remember how to speak. “Because I... didn’t obey you. I took the pod out alone without permission.”
“That’s right. Now I want you to turn around and bend over the bed. Reach your arms out and spread your legs wide.”
I obediently get into the position and widen my stance.
His shoe pushes at the inside of my left foot. “Wider.”
I inch my legs wider apart.
“More.”
I struggle. “That’s as far as I can go.”
Suddenly I feel him against my body, his legs pressed into mine, his chest against my back, his thighs pushing into my tender ass. For a glorious second I think he’s going to forget the strapping. But he grabs my right hand and snaps another metal band onto it, similar to the communicator band I wear on my left wrist. He utters a few commands I don’t understand, and the two bands link together, as if magnetically, preventing me from moving my wrists apart.
“Hey, what did you do?” I demand, pulling my wrists in vain.
“I don’t think you will be able to stand the strapping without reaching back,” he says evenly, sending spires of anxiety and arousal through my body. “So I thought to restrain you ahead of time. I certainly don’t want to strap your hands. That could injure you.”
“No!” I twist my hips. “I don’t need to be strapped after all.”
“You certainly do,” he corrects me. “And if you were mine, you’d get a good strapping every once in a while just to remind you who’s in charge.”
“But I…”
“Quiet. It’s time to begin,” he says. “Keep your hips against the bed. No bucking or kicking. It will hurt, but you deserve this.”
“But wait! How... many?” My voice quivers. He sounds so serious. Like it’s not entirely a game anymore.
He must take pity on me, or sense my concern, because he leans in and strokes my flank. “Ten to start, then we’ll see from there if you need more.”
His hand is warm and strong. I push up into his touch, wanting more of this. With my legs spread, I know he can see and smell my arousal.
As before, he lays his body across mine and his cock presses into the cleft of my ass. He speaks into my ear. “Scared?” The touch of his lips to my skin sends spires of need through me.
“Y-yes.”
“Don’t be. I don’t want to really hurt you. Just teach you a lesson.” His voice is heavy with desire.
I wiggled my ass and he groans. “Don’t do that, Dr. Taylor. It’s distracting me from my goal.”
“What, this?” I wriggle again, and push backwards into his body.
“You know what I mean,” he growls.
I do it again. “But why wouldn’t I want to distract you? You know I don’t want the strap,” I murmur.
“So you say,” he agrees, his lips now by my neck. “But you’re so turned on, Dr. Taylor. I can see the evidence myself. I think punishment agrees with you, and that you’d like a little more.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” I protest, but my voice is weak. The truth is that I love this.
“Then I’ll make you a deal,” he says, his voice silky. “You accept the rest of the punishment, and then I’ll reward you for your fortitude. Or you can quit now, and we’ll call it done.”
“But if I stop now, I don’t get my prize?” My voice is husky and I wiggle my hips at him again.
“That’s right,” he agrees in a whisper. “So decide carefully. I think you know how much you need and deserve to be punished, so I know you’ll choose correctly.”
I moan as he trails his fingers down my side, skimming the side of my breast, my hip, my thigh. “What will it be, Dr. Taylor?”
My voice rings out. “Punish me, Lock. Spank me with the strap.”
“Very well.” His voice is pleased, low, full of sex. “Good choice.”
He pulls away from my body and I give a mewl of disappointment. The air shifts as he repositions himself to my side, and then he lays one hand on the small of my back. “Don’t move,” he warns, and then I hear the strap hiss through the air, a whir.
At first, I feel the impact and hear the crack of the leather against my skin. A split second later, the pain kicks in, fierce and bold.
“Ow!” I screech, bucking, tugging at my bound wrists. I kick up one leg, then the other, try to close my legs. But he firmly puts his foot against mine and pushes.
“No. Keep them wide. Stop moving or I’ll repeat the stroke. Is that what you want?”
“No,” I gasp, forcing myself to stop moving.
“Remind me, or perhaps, better, yourself, why you are getting this strapping?”
He brings the strap down again, a little harder, and I whimper and blow out a breath. “Because... I disobeyed you and went out without permission.”
“And will you do that again?”
Slap. This one is even harder, and I whine and clench my muscles.
“No, no, I won’t, I promise. I swear! I’m so sorry!”
He brings the belt down where the curve of my buttocks meets my thighs and I almost levitate off the bed. “Lock! Ouch! Ow!”
He strokes my hot, striped ass. “You’re doing fine, Dr. Taylor. Nearly halfway there.” He traces the welts already rising on my skin, making me hiss. “And you’re looking very lovely with my marks on you.” Satisfaction rings out in his voice. “You’ll wear these for the rest of the week, I presume.”
Slap. The strap falls again, this time right in the middle, across both cheeks.
“When you sit you’ll feel this punishment for days,” h
e remarks, and repeats the stroke in the same spot, making me wiggle despite my best efforts.
Sensing my flagging control, he puts down the strap and rubs my ass with both hands.
“How does it feel?” he asks, his voice low.
“It hurts,” I gasp. His hands make the sting worse, and then suddenly they make it better.
“Too much to continue?” His fingers stray lower. My pussy is on clear display, and at his touch, new moisture surges. God, how I want him to touch me there! “Remember that if you finish, your reward is waiting.”
“Finish it,” I manage to get out.
He straps me again and again, hard, firm strokes without a break. I’m about to cry out that I can’t take more, when he drops the strap again.
“It’s over. You’re done.”
“God, that hurt,” I cry, struggling with my wrists. “I need to rub it. Please.”
“No, you don’t get to touch it,” he orders. “My rules, remember, like last time? After a spanking, you don’t get to touch your ass for segs.”
He adds, “But I can. Like this.” He bends over my body again, pressing into my ass with intention, and the touch of his fabric only further irritates my sore skin. But then he pulls back and runs his hands over my body, over and over, until the wicked burn fades.
I moan, loving his touch. “Please keep doing that, it feels so good…”
“Does it?” He sounds intrigued. “Perhaps I’ll continue doing it, then.” His touch softens. His fingertips are magic on my hot skin.
“Can you use more of that lotion?” I request. “Like last time?”
“Ah, but do you deserve that?” he chuckles. But even as he speaks, he gets up and orders something from the air tube chamber, and it’s only a few seconds before he’s rubbing the cream into my ass cheeks.
“Thank you,” I breathe.
“And,” he adds, “don’t forget to thank me for punishing you, or else I’ll need to add more strokes of the strap.”
He sounds firm enough that I believe he’d do it. “Thank you for spanking me and strapping me,” I say immediately, my voice shaky with adrenaline and emotion.
