A Baby for Pra'kir (Captives of Pra'kir Book 6)

by Megan Michaels

  Ganza’s cheerful voice in the kitchen could be heard, followed by multiple footsteps and the faint tinkling of a bell—a kitty bell—sounding down the hallway. Rowth and Brinley were back.

  Did I go too far and now Rowth and Brinley will be leaving?

  The concern had left Xan wondering if he’d shared too much of his personal life with his colleague, ruining an already semi-restrained friendship.

  Well, there’s only one way to find out. I’ll have to ask.

  Rowth pushed open the heavy door to Xan’s den, his pet following behind him. “We’re ready to proceed, Xan. My pet has been cleaned up, and with some frank discussion, we’re ready for the next phase.”

  What a relief!

  Rising from his chair, Xan took a deep breath and nodded toward his naughty girl in the corner. “She’s been reflecting on her bad behavior. Come, tell us what you’ve been thinking about, bad girl.”

  Blythe turned, her nipples hardened with her arousal. With his sensitive sense of smell, the scent of her arousal seemed strong in the air. He had no doubt Rowth could smell her too. He swore he could see her juices coating the inside of her thighs.

  By the God of Na, I love this woman.

  She gracefully dropped to her hands and knees, her breasts swaying with her movement. It seemed that the milk laden globes had doubled in size since production had begun, and if he had anything to say about it, they’d stay that way until she was old and gray. They brushed along her upper arms and bounced off of each other before she stopped in front of him, keeping her gaze on him as required.

  Once in front of him, she knelt, her ass resting on her feet. It was then that she jumped, stiffening. “Oh…oh no; it’s going to happen.” Her milk began to dribble from both breasts, coursing down her flat belly and pooling between her plump thighs.

  “It’s okay. Shhhhh, no worries.” Xan knelt before her, quickly suckling on her one breast and pinching the other to stop the flow until he was ready. He pulled tightly on the hardened tip, the milk filling his mouth to overflowing, the sweet nectar sluicing down the back of his throat. Her plump flesh pressed against his nose; even her skin smelled of her sweet milk. Closing his eyes, he reveled in the benefits of having a lactating woman in his arms.

  Across the room, he heard Rowth whisper to Brinley, “We may have to start doing this. I think I’d like drinking from you.”

  Xan expected a sarcastic barb, but instead, heard silence. It seemed that the mouthy Brinley had been subdued.

  The benefits of owning a well-disciplined pet.

  Slipping her breast out before he’d taken his full, Xan moved to its twin and tugged on the nipple, urging her letdown. He was rewarded quickly with the warm spurts of milk. She moaned quietly at feeling the release. She stroked his hair, playing with his curls, and he found the role reversal arousing and pleasing.

  He let her breast pop from his mouth. “I didn’t want to drink you dry. After your punishment, we’ll go visit Tegan. I can finish there in the privacy of our visit.”

  She nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Now back to the matter at hand. What were you thinking about in the corner?”

  She dropped her gaze to the floor, feeling unsure and hoping she hadn’t lost him with this act of defiance.

  With a finger to her chin, he tilted her head up. “Keep those eyes on me. Speak.”

  The low rumble of his voice vibrated through her, causing a shiver to shake her body.

  “I didn’t leave you…or our baby girl.”

  “Didn’t you?”

  “N-o. Well, yes, but not really.” Sighing loudly, she knew she sounded like an idiot. She pulled in a deep breath before starting again. “I wanted to see my friends. I missed them, and I wanted to tell them about the baby and, you know, touch them, laugh and cry together again. Like old times.”

  Xan felt a lump rising in his throat.

  Is this how it’s going to end? Will she ask me to release her?

  But he couldn’t. Not now with the baby. And what about their love? Could she throw all of that away?

  “So where does that leave us—your family?” Even saying it out loud made his heart ache and wrench in agony.

  Her eyebrows furrowed, regarding him silently. “What do you mean?”

  “Just what I said. Where does that leave us?”

  “I didn’t do this to hurt you even though I understand how that’s how you felt. I’m sorry for that.”

  He nodded silently.

  “I don’t want to leave you or Tegan. Sure, I miss home; I miss my friends. But I’ve made a home here. I love you and our baby girl. That doesn’t change because I saw my friends and had an evening of fun.” She swiped at the tears dripping down her cheeks. “Unless you don’t want me anymore.” Her voice broke into a sob.

  Xan wrapped his large hand around the back of her neck, pulling her into his chest. “Of course I want you. I thought you wanted to leave.”

  “Never. But—”

  “But what?” Xan watched the emotions run across her face. Relief, sadness, and anxiousness.

  “I’d like to see Brinley, Sarai, Mira, and Liliana again. We miss each other. And although we love our Masters, we miss the familiarity of long time friendships and our culture. We don’t have to explain anything to each other. We can just be ourselves and, well, have fun.” Her eyes sought his own, the hopefulness evident.

  “We’ll talk about it further. I’m sure once I talk to all the men, we can come to an agreement of sorts.” He stroked his thumb down the side of her soft skin. Her tears had stopped flowing and a faint smile graced her beautiful face. “Now, next questions. Why didn’t you ask me if you could visit with your friends? And how did you know how to open my comm screen and operate my vehicle?”

  “Uhm…well, I watched you while we were in the den and learned how to operation the comm screen. I did the same with the auto-vehicle. I studied languages and culture, remember, so I learned your phrases and finger strokes.”

  Rowth chuckled from across the room. “This is the trouble we all have with these girls; we wanted their intelligence, but forgot that it could be used against us.” He turned toward Brinley. “So is that how you learned how to get into my comm set up?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Brinley was kneeling in the same position as Blythe. Xan couldn’t help but be impressed with how quickly Brinley complied. The discussion she had with Rowth outside must have been compelling.

  “Why didn’t you ask permission from me to see Brinley and the other women?” Xan drew her attention back to her, placing a finger under her chin.

  “Because you would have said no.” Her timid voice barely heard.

  “That’s right, naughty girl. But if you had taken the time to place your argument, as you just did this morning, I may have relented. Instead, you chose to be defiant and disobedient, putting yourself in danger, driving a vehicle that you aren’t licensed to drive, don’t own, and you aren’t aware of all the features on the vehicle. Correct?”

  She swallowed. “Yes, Master.”

  “What is the penalty for the misbehaviors listed, pet?”

  “T-the belt, Sir?” Her eyes quickly filled with tears.

  “Yes.” He quickly rose, addressing Rowth. “You see, Rowth, my girl hates the belt. Fears it. And when she’s misbehaved on this level, even though she fears it and knows ahead of time what the punishment will be, she still stubbornly goes ahead with her course of action. “Take it off, girl.”

  Blythe reached up, and with her shaky hands, she clutched the belt around his waist, unthreading the belt from the buckle, pulling the tooth from the small hole, releasing it. With both hands, she yanked it from the loops on his pants, folding it over as he preferred because she was a good girl. Once the leather was free and completely in her hands, she kissed it reverently before holding it up above her head for him to retrieve.

  Xan gently took it from her palms, cupping the buckle in his palm and tapping the length against his leg.


  Without a word or even a nod of his head, she pivoted. And then bending slowly, she rested her head against the floor, her ass up in the air, her bottomhole and pussy displayed clearly. Xan fondly stared, and then cupping the pouch of her sex in his hand, he squeezed the plump flesh, her sticky juices coating his palm.

  She’s always wet and ready for my cock.

  Rowth breathlessly muttered, “By the God of Na, Xan, I need to learn from you. That was a magnificent display of submission. Shit, I need more of that in my life.”

  “It’s all yours for the taking; just demand no less. Train her.”

  Rowth nodded slowly. “Get into position, Brinley. We’ll be dealing with the same issues and using the same implement.”

  Xan had to hide a smirk watching Brinley roll her eyes. She smartly kept her mouth shut, but it appeared that she wouldn’t go down into complete submission without a fight, and Xan of all people knew how that looked and felt. His Blythe had given him a run for his money for a very long time. But her sweet surrender and meekness surpassed the defiance…most days.

  Rowth took his belt off, the leather zipping through the loops. The slapping sound had both women squirming and clenching. The view had Xan’s cock stirring.

  I can hardly wait to fuck the shit out of this woman!

  Xan tapped the belt on her plump buttocks, the skin bumping with goose flesh. “You’ll receive thirty swats of my belt.”

  “Thirty? That’s too many!” Blythe turned to look at him, her lip quivering.

  He slid his hand down the length of her back, cupping her neck. “I decide what is too much and what isn’t. This is deserved. You can do it, girl. Trust me when I say that you won’t breech our trust again.”

  Nodding toward Rowth, they both swung their belts, neither of them going lightly. The dual cracks onto the soft, pliable flesh crackled like lightening.

  As the women shouted, Xan made a mental note of the pitch and fervency so he’d know it when he heard it again as a sign of Blythe reaching her limit. The initial lash always elicited a panicked shriek.

  The men kept the pace harsh but slow and methodical for the first ten, their white skin turning a bright pink quickly. After the tenth swat, Xan motioned with a finger to raise the intensity.

  Each woman clawed and sought something to grasp on the hardwood floors, her ass waggling, doing her best to avoid the oncoming swats.

  Rowth was the first to lecture. “I’ve cared for you all these months, literally made you whole again, nursing you back to health, coddling and hand feeding you, and this is how you reward me?”

  Brinley sobbed. “I’m sorry.”

  “I’m sure you are. The welts rising on your little ass say you must be remorseful, but I have to wonder, are you truly sorry, Brinley? Are you?”

  “Yes! I love you. I j-just…Ow! Ow! I wanted to s-see B-Blythe!” Her hands reached back to cover her ass.

  Snatching them with his huge hand, he held them to her back and swiftly lashed her backside several times for the misdeed. “You will not cover your bottom; I could have hurt your hand!”

  “Okay! Okay!”

  Rowth wiped at the sweat marking his brow, “We’ll continue; those didn’t count.” He swung the strap harder. “You will not use my comm screen and address file again. Clear?”

  “Yes, S-Sir!” Brinley bounced her ass up and down, obviously trying to put the fire in her flesh out.

  But with a sharp pinch to her haunch, Rowth shouted, “Keep that ass still, or I add more.”

  Xan continued to rhythmically slap the leather across his girl’s backside. He had to admit that Rowth was thorough, so he decided that he needed to lecture his pet also.

  “You damaged our trust, Blythe. You left your baby girl and me without even a note. You will always come to me with your concerns, even if you think I won’t like it—especially if you think I won’t like it. What we have is too important to damage with your carelessness.”

  He ministered several sharp, whip-like lashes to her very red bottom. Thin welts rose to the surface and he didn’t relent; he continued to mark her ass. She’d remember this punishment for the next few days.

  “Every time you sit on a bruise or welt, you’ll remember that you left your baby. That you left the man you claim to love.”

  “I d-didn’t leave. I l-love you! I’m sorry,” she sobbed pitifully, and he believed her. It could have been the pain from the belting, but he knew his girl. She meant what she was saying; she did love them. His heart felt relieved from her admissions, but he also knew that recompense for her actions would clear both their consciences. He’d feel relieved of the annoyance and betrayal, and she’d be cleared of a guilty conscience and regret.

  At that point, there were no more words of rebuke, no more lecturing required. Just firm, hard cracks of the belt on their already inflamed flesh. Snap after snap could be heard, immediately followed by shrill cries and pleading for mercy.

  Finally, the belts clattered to the floor and both men pulled their women up into their arms, holding them, murmuring sweet words into their ears, and kissing their foreheads. Their cries quieted, and only the occasional hiccup could be heard in the quiet den.

  It was Rowth’s deep voice that broke the silence. “I’m taking my good girl home, Xan. Thank you for the eye-opening instruction today. I’ll await hearing from you about getting our women together soon.”

  “You’re welcome, Rowth. I’ll be in touch this week.”

  The snick of the door closing behind them left them cloistered in their little safe haven. Xan rocked with his sweet girl in his arms, watching her eyes close in much-needed sleep. It’d been a long night and an even longer morning. He checked the holo for the time. It was only eleven in the morning. It felt like it should be bedtime. And, now that he pondered it, why couldn’t it be bedtime. He could ring cook for dinner when they awoke. But spending the day with his girl in bed, easing healing balm into her little ass and fucking her senseless seemed as good a plan as any he could formulate now.

  He rose from the chair, effortlessly carrying her small, plump form. He loved all her curves, the pillowed breasts so huge in comparison to a few months ago.

  I told her we’d visit Tegan.

  He paused, watching her shallow breaths, her eyelids fluttering softly. They could go this evening if she was up to it. The baby was maintained and nourished by the Pra’kirean uterus, and he had round the clock scientists and nurses observing their baby for anything that was out of the ordinary. Their baby would be in good hands, and he’d assure that her mother was taken care of first. As he always would.

  “Ganza.” He raised his voice to get the attention of Blythe’s nanny, lightly stroking Blythe’s face when she startled a bit.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’ll be taking my girl to bed. She’s in need of some rest; I’ll call down later if we need dinner. Can you please alert the medical personnel downstairs that we won’t be visiting Tegan today, or if we do, it won’t be until later?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Thank you.” He turned to climb the stairs up to the bedrooms.

  “Oh, and Sir?”

  “Yes?”

  “I’ve left the balm out on the nightstand for you.”

  He smiled at the old woman. “Thank you, Ganza. What would I do without you?”

  “Good day, Sir.” She turned on her heel, professional as always, hurrying down the hall toward the staircase to the basement.

  He continued to their room, gently placing Blythe on her back for only a brief moment before rolling her up onto a hip. He shook his head at the red backside, welted and faint purple marks rising on the surface. She’d be sore this week for sure. If she only knew how much he hated seeing the marks, how they worried him. And yet, tomorrow he’d find her in the bathroom staring at them, running her fingers along them. He’d wince and leave the room not wanting to see them. Xan never felt guilty punishing her; he knew she deserved it. He would never hesitate if he felt it was requ
ired, but seeing the temporary tattoos from the implements the next day—or week—tugged at him.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled in her sleep, her words ending on a whine with her eyelids scrunching tightly, obviously reacting to the pain in her freshly spanked bottom.

  “It’s okay, baby.” He lightly stroked her bottom and back, raking his other hand lightly through her hair, easing back into her sleep. “Everything is over now. You’re such a good girl.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  It had taken a week for the men to coordinate a time and place to meet. They’d decided that meeting at Rowth’s office at work would be best, as it would keep out the prying ears of their girls.

  Xan had wondered if they should include all the men but decided that it might be too difficult to coordinate all their schedules. It would be best if he and Rowth met first and then they could send a communication to the others on what had been discussed, getting their input as well.

  “Rowth, how are you?”

  As they shook hands, Rowth motioned to a nearby chair in his office. “I’m good, Xan. Good. We’ve instituted some of your rules and rituals, and I have to say that although she’s fought me valiantly, I’ve maintained my stance and have been consistent. And, I must admit, she’s settled nicely. We’ve now started having pet days as a reward. It’s made the whole process of submission go deeper and stronger than I could have ever imagined.”

  Resting his ankle on his knee, Xan smiled back at Rowth. “I told you. It’s amazing how being a pet can change their whole demeanor…it seems almost overnight.””I couldn’t believe what I saw at your house and wasn’t sure Brinley would succumb, but succumb she did. And hard. She’s become sweeter and kinder. As far as I’m concerned, she’s always been a good girl, but her mouth would, shall we say, get out of hand. Now she seems to check everything she says. I’ll always be indebted to you, Xan. I knew I’d like it, but I never thought I’d love having a pet as much as I do.”