by Sara Fields
“Cosima,” I warned.
When she didn’t stop, I could feel my adrenaline levels rising once more. The need to tame her and teach her that I was in charge surged. Her ass was high up in the air and with my free hand, I smacked it a few times rather harshly. The sound echoed off the rocks surrounding us.
She stilled, her legs no longer kicking me, her palms flush against the skin of my back.
“You smacked my ass,” she whispered, almost in disbelief, but I heard the unmistakable undertones of arousal hidden within her tone. I slipped my one hand up her thighs, finding the telltale signs of her wetness. She groaned in embarrassment and my cock hardened immediately.
I grinned. Interesting.
“Keep it up and there will be more of that in your future,” I threatened.
She renewed her efforts and started fighting me again. I just shook my head. I liked the way her ass felt when I smacked it and I started to look forward to doing it again. I’d like to see my handiwork though, but I had a feeling my palm was leaving nice, pretty pink marks on her pale skin. Unfortunately, with her over my shoulder, I couldn’t quite see it.
It occurred to me that if I’d put her over my knee, I’d be able to see everything. If she kept it up, she could bank on the fact that I just might do that.
“Don’t you dare! I won’t be punished like a child,” she fought back.
I smirked.
“Keep fighting me, Cosima and I will. The more you kick and fight, the more punishment you’ll earn,” I warned.
The springs weren’t far off, just a little bit longer.
The entire way, the little hellion fought me and when we arrived, I quickly dipped her in the water, rinsing off the mud and dirt with a quick rub-down of her skin. She slapped at my hands and with that, I’d had enough. I took her arm and lifted her out of the water, climbing up to a nearby boulder. I sat down and quickly tossed her over my knee. She kicked, trying to escape and I snaked my leg over the back of hers. I held down her hip with one hand, leaving the other to mete out the punishment that she had earned.
I admired the pale curves of her ass, small pinks marks marring her skin where I’d spanked her before. Seeing them made me smile and I touched each one softly. She remained very still.
“Have you ever been punished, Cosima?” I asked, dragging my fingers up and down her cheeks. She tensed them, clearly nervous.
“Fuck you,” she countered.
I smirked.
My cock hardened beneath her. The concept of disciplining this little slip of a woman was incredibly arousing and I could see by the slickness on her thighs that she was getting turned on too. I slipped my fingers to her moist folds, dragging them through the wetness I found there and chuckled.
“I think you’re going to like this, hellcat. Your pretty little cunt is weeping for your punishment.”
She moaned with shame.
“Please,” she begged.
I didn’t listen.
Chapter Four
Cosima
I would have never been able to guess I’d be over an alien’s knees, about to get my ass reddened by his palm for fighting off his advances to bathe me.
This morning, I’d woken up in a cave with the same man. It had hurt to move my limbs and I could feel the effects of the multitudes of orgasms I’d had over the past few hours. My body was sore, my pussy and ass so well used that I could feel the effects still as I had walked to the fire. I remembered the feeling of his hands on my body the night before, how his touch had felt on my body. How his cock had anchored itself inside me and given me pleasure more extreme than I had ever known. It would take me much longer to accept the fact that I had actually enjoyed it all, every last aching second.
It had taken me quite a bit of time to orient myself.
Now, I was lying face down, ass up over his knees. He had warned me along the way, sure, but I hadn’t believed him. I hadn’t thought that he would actually punish me for resisting his efforts to touch me, to bathe me. To treat me as if I was his own.
His palm rested against my ass, a very clear indication to me that he was ready to begin my discipline and punish me like a very naughty little girl. My ass cheeks clenched with anxiety.
I must be dreaming, but the residual sting from the times he’d already smacked my ass left me quite aware that this entire ordeal was very real.
And I was fucking getting turned on. My entire body heated against him, ready to receive whatever he wanted to do to me, no matter what it was. My ass was bare, angled up high over his knees, almost like my naked cheeks were asking for it. Wanting to be spanked for the very first time in my entire life.
Last night I had moaned, screamed for every last inch of his alien cock. He fucked my pussy and my ass hard, and I had loved every last second of it. I hadn’t asked for it, I hadn’t wanted it, but he had given it to me anyway.
I was so ashamed. I shouldn’t desire this. Maybe something was wrong with me.
I was soaked. My pussy was throbbing with longing, for more of the ecstasy he’d given me only hours before. I wanted to come again. I didn’t even think it was possible for me to orgasm again after the events of the past twenty-four hours. I didn’t get it.
“Look at how aroused you are,” he whispered, gliding his finger up and down the moisture on my thighs. I groaned with embarrassment. He could see it all. Every last trickle of my shame.
“Don’t,” I pleaded.
He just chuckled instead, and my core clenched with excitement.
“Does it embarrass you to know that you like to be dominated, little hellcat? That being put over my knee makes this little cunt of yours nice and soaking wet?” he whispered, and I trembled with want. I didn’t answer, but I was sure that he knew. He understood my body better than I did in that moment. It was humiliating, deeply concerning, and arousing at the same time. He leaned forward, and the tip of his nose dragged against my skin. I heard him inhale and I moaned, knowing he was taking in my scent. There was no hiding from him now.
“For someone that doesn’t want this, you sure smell like you do, hellcat,” he mused, and I shivered with my shame.
My mind was becoming more and more confused trying to separate all my rampant emotions and eventually, I stopped fighting. My strength wasn’t going to overpower his. I didn’t stand a chance if he wanted something.
He must have noticed the slackening in my limbs because he dragged his palm up and down my ass, and it felt nice, gentle even. He massaged my tense cheeks and I eventually calmed a bit. He purred softly, and my pussy practically quivered at the sound. It was like his sounds had a direct connection to my clit. The needy bud pulsed, wanting to feel the caress of the suction tendrils of his cock.
I sighed softly.
His palm patted my skin and I stilled completely.
“There’s a reason I want to cleanse you, Cosima. I need to make sure you aren’t injured. I wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt you last night,” he said calmly, and I bit my lip as he continued his caresses. My thighs pressed together, trying to hide the evidence of my arousal but I knew he could still see it anyway. I almost felt guilty now that he’d explained himself.
“Axel,” I began hesitantly, feeling unsure.
His hand cracked against my ass, the sound loud in the caverns, bouncing off the rock, off the spring, and multiplying the sound for a few seconds. I gasped in shock.
The sting washed over me in one smooth wave and I hummed as it took over me. I imagined the image of my bare ass over his knee, vulnerable to his hand and shook with nervous excitement and anxiety. My pussy clenched, terribly turned on from the entire ordeal.
He slapped my other cheek and I sighed, waiting for the dull ache to crest and wasn’t disappointed. My core pulsed hard and I could feel my nipples hardening with desire.
What the fuck?
I wanted this. I wanted more.
His palm renewed the flash of pain across my ass, again and again, leaving me breathless and panting. T
Hell. It felt strangely good.
I tried not to think of it that way.
The slap of his hand was loud, and I wondered how far that echo traveled, if anyone else could hear it and if they would know that I was getting punished by this big alien man. The unknown of it all was strangely thrilling and ultimately, my body felt electrified with need. I shivered and lifted my hips, just in time for a single smack to land on the lower curve of my ass cheek. I squealed at the sudden, more intense burn and he did it again on the other side.
He continued, punishing my upper thighs and at once it became more overwhelming than I could stand. My body burned, my legs trembled, and I couldn’t fight off the arousal struggling to break free. My skin crawled with it and a moan escaped my lips, one that sounded of shame, desire, and pain. I was having trouble separating anything anymore.
My ass was sore. My pussy was tensing greedily, and my legs shook with passion I needed to release. I didn’t know what to do anymore and I was quickly spiraling out of control, but his strength and power was there to catch me.
He wasn’t like he was last night, when he was more beast than man. Now, he was calm, cool, and collected and punishing me as he saw fit. The epitome of an alpha male who was strong, confident, and incredibly dominant. And I liked it. I knew he did too. I could feel his cock pressing up against my stomach, hard and massive like a weapon.
I wondered if he’d fuck me again.
I hoped he would.
I felt like my body was smoldering with heat and only he could quench the fire within. His dick throbbed against my belly and I groaned at the feeling of it.
I needed him inside me now.
The thought threw me off kilter. What was happening to me? Why was I enjoying the things this brute was doing to me, especially when he used me for his pleasure and caused me pain? I was deranged for even enjoying it a little bit. I was going to need therapy after this was all over, but right now I didn’t care. I wanted him to touch me.
I wanted him to make me come.
My back arched. His fingers brushed against my pussy, gliding easily through the pool of wetness that had collected across my folds and down my thighs. I moaned in embarrassment, but he didn’t seem to care.
He continued to touch me, and I continued to enjoy it.
My legs shook with desire. My core throbbed hard, flames of passionate need pulsing through my veins. Electricity buzzed over my skin, every nerve pleading for him to give me pleasure, to make me come all over his fingers.
He paused, and I whined forlornly.
“Are you ready to let me bathe you now, Cosima?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed, not knowing if I was answering him or asking him to fuck me. I didn’t really care, I just wanted him to continue.
He lifted his leg off mine and grasped me around the waist, lifting me up into the air as if I was light as a feather. He was so strong. I circled my arms around his neck as he held me, felt his heat against my skin and I sighed with pleasure. I curled my legs around his waist and was rewarded with the hard thickness of his member pressing up against my core. I whined forlornly when he didn’t give it to me.
He walked back toward the hot spring and then down the slight slope back down into the water. It was clear water and I could see the steam rising up off its surface. It was mesmerizing, and it beckoned me closer.
He slipped into the warm liquid. I’d felt it for a short moment earlier, but now that I was simmering with need, it felt hotter. He knelt down, dipping my toes into the water.
I drew in a breath, the heat embracing me like a warm hug as he lowered me down even further.
“Can you stand, Cosima? I have some shampoo and oils stored over there and I’d like to use them on you,” he said softly, and I nodded silently, maybe even pouting the slightest bit. He placed me down and my toes stretched out onto the smooth rock floor of the pool.
I lifted my head and really took in Axel’s features then.
He was more human that I had expected. The sculpted muscles, the way his wide shoulders curved down to a lean waist. His back was one solid mass of rippling power and strength and for some reason, he’d taken an interest in me, had decided to rescue me instead of killing me. Hadn’t left me behind to die.
A healthy mane of dark messy hair crowned the top of his head and I wanted to run my hands through it, wanted to fist my fingers into it when he speared me with his cock.
I licked my lips and shook my head a little. I was really losing it.
His eyes, dark and seductive, took me in. His nostrils flared, and his upper lip rose just the slightest bit in response to me. His ears angled toward where I was standing, listening to my breath. His lips smirked at me, almost as though he could sense what I was thinking. I tore my eyes away, unable to stand a second more of his gaze without begging him to fuck me instead.
I looked around the massive cavern as he walked out of the pool, looking at the sparkling wet stalactites overhead, at the glimmers of purple gemstones settled deep into the rock. I heard the trickle of water slip down over the rocks, saw the small fall of fresh water pool into the spring. I knelt down a little, finding the water just deep enough to cover my shoulders when I did so.
In no time at all, Axel returned to me, bringing with him soap and shampoo.
“Allow me,” he breathed softly, and I nodded once again, my eyes rising to meet his.
Reaching over to the edge of the pool, he sat down on a boulder within the water and stretched his arm toward me. Slowly, he took control over my body and dipped my head backwards, guiding my long red hair into the spring. He then squirted a small amount of shampoo into his palm and began massaging it into my scalp.
His grip was solid, sure and I moaned, his fingers working all the mud, gore, and oils out of my locks. My eyes nearly rolled back in my head with pleasure at his attention. My pussy pulsed, remembering his touch. My ass stung and secretly, I smiled at the feeling of it.
He’d punished me and all I wanted was more.
He finished washing my hair and took me to the gentle sloping edge of the pool. He laid me on my back and began soaping up my body, slowly and methodically cleaning every drop of blood or speck of dirt off my skin. His fingers prodded and poked at my body, seeking injuries he wouldn’t find. I didn’t hurt anywhere, I hadn’t bled from him or even Saleos’ attack.
“You didn’t hurt me,” I whispered in the steaming air.
His fiery eyes rose to meet mine. His irises were like molten lava, liquid flames dancing as he stared down at me.
His touch drifted up my torso, gliding across my wet, pebbled nipples and my breath caught in my throat.
“Not here?” he asked, as he pinched the greedy bud.
“No,” I breathed.
His fingers drifted back down the line of my belly, seeking lower until he reached the bones of my hips. Lazily, he dragged them down toward my mound, stopping just above my clit. My body was slick with soap and he began a slow, circular motion over top of it until my hips bucked desperately toward him.
“Not here either?” he whispered, his gaze taking on a dark, seductive glow.
I forgot to breathe.
“No, not there,” I finally answered, my voice hardly audible.
He varied the pressure on my greedy clit, dragging the rough pad of his finger up and down and around its small surface. My pussy clenched and despite everything in my head screaming otherwise, my thighs drifted apart for him. He grinned a tiny bit and dipped his head, kissing my inner thigh and I felt myself gently convulse beneath him.
With his other hand, he circled my entrance, using his thumb to brush across it, teasing me relentlessly and I felt my fingers and toes curl with pleasure.
“Please,” I begged.
“What do you want, little hellcat?” he asked, and I shivered with need. My shoulders pressed into the rock and I slowly thrust my breasts into the air, the chilliness of the cave caressing my nipples, even as the steam rose up around me.
I didn’t understand my body’s visceral reactions to him, but I didn’t care.
Right now, I really just wanted him to fuck me again.
His palms teased my skin, dragging up and down my hips, tormenting my pussy with his touch until I felt like I was going to explode.
“Please, I need to come,” I begged, getting more desperate by the second.
He smirked darkly.
My pussy tightened at his expression and I whimpered quietly.
His eyes sparkled, and his skin darkened in color, gradually turning from a tanned tone to a mottled and then deeper shade of red.
I began to feel nervous.
“Axel,” I whispered anxiously.
“Your arousal is the most delectable scent. It teases me. I wonder how it tastes,” he added quietly and slowly, his head lowered in between my legs.
My clit jumped with excitement.
“This pretty little cunt of yours is soaked, hellcat,” he said next.
“Yes,” I begged. I was wet for him and only him.
His tongue curled forward, licking at my inner thigh first and then slowly moving closer to my folds. He kissed and suckled at my sensitive flesh, moving closer to my center achingly slowly, inch by torturous inch until I was sure I would die of internal combustion.
I whined nonsensically, trying to arch and twist my hips so that he would focus on my clit, but instead, his hands snaked around my thighs, pressing me back down toward the warm rock. He took back complete control and I gave it to him.
He pulled his head back, meeting my eyes once again.
“I will never fuck you gently, little hellcat. I will always use your body hard and give you exactly what you need. Deep inside, you know that,” he murmured, and my hips bucked toward him, my thighs quivering with anticipation.
“I don’t want gentle,” I answered softly, my hands working up my body to cup my breasts, to run one thumb over my nipple and I gasped with pleasure.
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