The Hand of Vengeance

by Renee Rose

  Her eyes flew to his.

  “Were you going to tell me?” The misery in his expression nearly destroyed her.

  Her nose burned. “Yes.” Tears swam in her eyes, although she didn’t know what she was crying over this time. “I’d decided not to go. When I reached the transfer station, I asked Jamis to bring me back. I couldn’t leave without you knowing, and without having some way to contact you again. I couldn’t leave with things so up in the air between us.”

  He settled on his side, molding his body around hers, careful not to disturb her. Agony still etched in the lines of his face.

  “I don’t want to do this without you, Blade. Why did you send me away?”

  In a flash, she was in his arms, cradled on his lap, his face buried in her hair, teeth nipping her neck. “I didn’t want to lose you, that’s all,” he said, his voice rough. “I didn’t want you here during the revolution.”

  “I know that part. But why—” She sounded so pitiful. Well, hell, she should have asked this question before they parted. She needed to know. “Why didn’t you make an arrangement to see me again? After the revolution?”

  A muscle in his face jerked. “I figured you were better off without me. I didn’t know about the child.”

  “Why would you think that?”

  He shook his head slowly. “We come from two very different worlds. You are educated. Civilized. You live in a planet where men and women are equal. I know I’m not like the men on Earth. I—”

  “You’re the man I want.”

  He stared at her, his mouth still open from when she’d interrupted.

  “I mean,” she backpedaled, “I know you’re different and I’ve grown accustomed to your ways. And I...well, I love you.”

  He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “You mean everything to me. More than the revolution. More than Jesel’s freedom. More than anything. I love you, Dr. Lara Simmons. Do you…” He swallowed, looking for the first time ever, uncomfortable or nervous. “Would you...uh...would you stay here on Jesel? With me? Will you be my bride?”

  Her nose burned again. She rearranged her position, moving to straddle him and twine her arms around his neck. “Do husbands on Jesel spank their wives?” she asked, giving a teasing quality to her voice so he’d know she had become inured to the idea.

  ~~*~~

  Blade caught the spark of desire in Lara’s eyes with amusement. His little doctor who had been so confused over the fact she loved his dominance. “Oh yes.” He flicked his eyebrows with mock sternness. “When their wives are naughty, they peel down their panties and smack their bottoms red. And afterward they have their way with them in any way they please.”

  Actually, it was all true, but he had no problem turning truth into dirty talk for her, if that’s what she wanted from him. He yanked her warm core closer to his hardening cock and squeezed the cheeks of her ass, lifting her pelvis to rub her clothed sex over his.

  “If you were my wife, I’d have to give you very strict rules.”

  Her smile wavered. “Like what?”

  “No more than seven hours of work per day. Period. Less, if I think the pregnancy is taking a toll on your health.”

  The smile returned.

  “And if I worked seven point five hours?”

  He shook his head, feigning regret. “I would have to march into your clinic, throw you over my shoulder, and carry you out. When I got you home, I would spank your little bottom raw.”

  She bit her lip, eyes dilating. “So you don’t mind me working? You wouldn’t expect me to stay home and cook and clean and raise your children?”

  He cupped her face, letting his expression show his sincerity. “Of course, not, my love. You are a gifted healer. It’s who you are. I couldn’t take that out of you if I tried. And Jesel needs doctors of your caliber and integrity.”

  Her pussy rocked over his cock of its own accord.

  “I will have to monitor that you don’t overdo it, since you have trouble self-monitoring. I will not hesitate to put you to bed with a bright red bottom.” He angled his head to nip at her breast through her clothes. “And any time I have you punish you, you’ll have to take me in your ass afterward, so I know you’ve fully submitted to my dominance.”

  Lara’s cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, and she ground harder.

  “Little girl,” he growled, lifting up her tunic. “You are wearing far too many clothes right now.”

  She helped him, tossing the tunic over her head and peeling down her bra straps. “So are you.” She yanked uselessly at the neck of his shirt.

  He chuckled, and their bodies separated as they each disrobed with alacrity. “That’s better.”

  She moved to straddle him again, but instead he pulled her over his lap and gave her bottom a sharp slap. “I owe you a punishment.”

  “Why?” she yelped, sounding panicked for a woman who had just practically begged him to spank her.

  He stilled and lowered his head to peer at her face. “Are you okay, my sweet? Can you take this right now?”

  She blushed and nibbled on her lip. “I’m okay.” Her voice was small and submissive. “Why am I in trouble?”

  He straightened and brought the flat of his hand down on her upturned bottom again. “Why indeed? You tell me.” He slapped the right cheek then the left then the center, right over her sex.

  “Ooh!” She wriggled under his continuous spanks. “For not telling you about the baby?”

  “That’s what I was thinking, yes.” He spanked rapidly, right, left, center, right, left, center.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “I know you are, sweetheart.” He watched as her creamy white skin turned a soft shade of pink, his handprints standing out white against the blushing canvas.

  His cock grew painfully hard as she squirmed over it, her little body bobbing and dancing under his slaps. The idea of her truly agreeing to belong to him—had she agreed? He thought she had. The idea of it made him dizzy. Power coursed through his veins, his love for the little doctor overwhelming. Had she truly given herself to him? Forever?

  He stopped spanking and rubbed her reddened cheeks then gripped them roughly, a sense of possessiveness taking hold.

  “What happens to this little ass?” His voice sounded rough and low.

  She sucked in her breath but didn’t answer.

  He slapped the back of her thigh, making her yelp and squeeze her little buns together.

  “You...you fuck it?”

  He rubbed her sweet little ass, kneaded the flesh under his work-roughened palms. “That’s right.” He slid two fingers between her legs, not surprised to find her sopping wet. “My little girl loves her spankings, doesn’t she?”

  Lara squirmed and turned her face into the covers to hide it.

  He gave her a light spank then returned to the slow stroking of her slit. “Don’t hide from me.” He burrowed his fingers into her hair and used it to gently tug her head back to face him. “You don’t ever get to hide from me. I’m the man who loves you.”

  Tears glittered in her eyes, and she sucked her lower lip into her mouth, making him want to claim it for himself. Later. He would thoroughly kiss his bride later. Right now, he had an ass to claim. He circled her clit then shoved his fingers deep inside her.

  She gasped and opened her legs wider, arching her little ass up for him.

  He pumped his fingers in and out. “You like that?”

  “Yes, sir,” she gasped.

  He pumped a little harder. “I like it when you call me sir.”

  She thrashed on his lap, humping it, arching to meet his fingers on each inward thrust. “I… thought you didn’t,” she gasped.

  “I didn’t deserve it, then.”

  She moaned, her growing need evident in the pitch of her cry. “You always deserved it...oh!” Her inner thighs shook, clamping closed around his wrist. He shoved in harder and deeper, triggering her release. The walls of her vagina contracted, squeezing his fingers in a pulsing rhyth
m. “Ohhhh.”

  He waited until she’d finished and collapsed over his thighs. He slid his fingers out of her and wiped them on her still-glowing ass. “Do you have any of that salve in your pocket, today, love?”

  “Mmm?” Her eyes had glazed over with the orgasm. The relaxation on her face made her look more beautiful than ever.

  “The salve you sometimes carry? Do you—”

  “Oh, yes.” She came to life, scrambling off his lap and lunging for her tunic on the floor. She pulled out the little tin of salve and tossed it to him.

  “Bring me that ass.” He pointed to the center of the bed in front of him.

  She looked unsure but dutifully crawled up on the bed and presented her perfect posterior, resting on her knees with her face buried in her arms on the mattress. The position lifted and spread her cheeks, making it easy to access her little rosette.

  He swirled his finger in the salve and circled the right ring of muscle.

  She flinched, starting to squeeze her cheeks together, but stopped herself halfway and relaxed for him.

  “Good girl,” he encouraged. “Open for your master.”

  He expected some sort of reaction to his words, which were far from the political correctness of gender-equality on Earth, and he got one—the clenching of her pussy. She liked being mastered by him.

  “Naughty wives get their back holes punished.” He continued the humiliation, wanting her turned on and ready when he entered.

  Another clench of her pussy.

  He gripped her hips and positioned the head of his cock at her anus. “Show me how sorry you are. Open up for your master.”

  ~~*~~

  Lara willed her sphincter to relax.

  Blade eased in, giving her time to get accustomed to the intrusion.

  She panted at the stretching and the sense of fullness, but it felt incredibly erotic and Blade’s words were quickly pushing her back to the edge.

  He held her pelvis and pulled her ass back to meet his thrusts, controlling everything.

  She gave herself over to him, trusting he would know exactly what she could handle. He thrust harder, and she moaned.

  “I don’t...believe...you answered...my question,” he said with each demanding thrust.

  “What question?” she gasped. Her legs trembled beneath her, barely holding her up, her toes curled tight.

  He wrapped an arm around her waist, as if knowing she’d gone weak, and continued to thrust into her without mercy. “Wrong answer,” he growled in her ear.

  In the chaos of sensation—her bottom still tingling from the spanking, her anus stretching wide, Blade filling her again and again—her brain scrambled to understand his question. And then she understood.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “The answer is yes. I will stay here and be your wife.”

  Blade shoved deep in her and stopped moving. He hadn’t come. She had a feeling he was overwhelmed by emotion.

  Close to orgasm and wanting him to go on, she threaded her hand between her legs and rubbed her own clit.

  “Did I say you could touch yourself?” The sharpness of Blade’s tone made her draw in a breath, even though she knew it was all a game.

  “No, sir.” Her voice sounded tiny.

  Still buried deep in her ass, he pulled her torso up so her back met his front. With one arm firmly wrapped around her waist, he brought the other hand between her legs and slapped her pussy.

  She squealed but literally couldn’t move to get away. Not with his cock pinning her in place and his arm locking her against him.

  “Spread your knees wider, little girl. Now I have to punish your pussy.”

  The organ in question dripped with excitement at his words. Her mind, however, rebelled.

  He slapped it again. “This pussy belongs to me, now. You just gave yourself over to my care. That means...” He slapped again, harder.

  “Ooh,” she squeaked.

  “That means, you do not get to touch it without first asking permission. You do not get to come unless I say you can. Understand?” He slapped again.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Now open your knees wider.”

  She let out an unintelligible sound—a sort of mewl—but obeyed. Her pussy pulsed with the thrill of what he planned to do and she was just a few strokes away from orgasm.

  He slapped her poor pussy, taking his time. Each slap made a sticky flesh sound from the moisture leaking over his fingers. By the fourth slap, she orgasmed, her ass quivering, her pussy going into overdrive as wave after wave of release came over her.

  She reached her hands back and clasped them behind Blade’s neck, hanging from him, unable to see straight.

  Blade’s breath rasped hot and irregular in her ear, and he groaned. “You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered as he lowered them both to the bed, his body covering hers. He rocked his pelvis, stroking in and out of her willing ass until he found his own happy ending, giving a shout as his hot seed spurted into her.

  Epilogue

  Blade gripped the Varusian by the waist and lifted her six inches off the floor. “Do something,” he snarled.

  His wife rocked on her hands and knees on the bed, moaning. She’d been in pain for the better part of twelve hours, now and he could see she was growing weary. Dog lay on the floor by the bed, guarding her.

  The violet-eyed Varusian simply smiled. He had never seen the female look anything but serene. Right now it made him want to shake that serenity right out of her. Of all the medical professionals Lara had brought into the capitol for her new hospital, she had chosen only this one to be in attendance at her birth.

  “Lara wished to birth naturally. Your tension does not help her.”

  He dropped the infuriating little female back to the floor and looked over at Lara, whose shoulders were hunched.

  “Perhaps you could help her.”

  “How?” He didn’t mean to thunder.

  Lara whimpered, and he wanted to smash his head against a rock.

  “How?” he asked more quietly.

  “On my planet, females find birth an erotic experience.”

  His eyes narrowed. What kind of woo-woo crap was she laying on him this time?

  “Babies are born at the height of orgasm.”

  “Not human babies.”

  She looked down at her body, which, admittedly, was remarkably similar to a human frame. Varusians were built slighter and had hair and eye color not found on any human. Their eyes were huge in their faces, adding to their “all-knowing” look. “We are not so different. I assure you, the anatomy is almost identical.”

  He folded his arms across his chest. “So you want me to have sex with her? Now?”

  The infuriating female smiled. “No. Not unless she wants that. But you might use a little oil and stroke her clitoris lightly. It will help her relax and open for the baby to come out.” Dasha held out a little bottle of oil.

  He snatched it from her hands and stalked to the bed. Drawing a deep breath, he tried to calm his nerves. The protector in him wanted to rip someone apart over the pain Lara was in, but he knew he was making things worse. At least the Varu had given him something to do.

  He was about to bark at her to give them privacy when he saw her already slipping out the door with a secret smile on her face.

  “Lara...angel? I’m going to stroke you now. Did you hear what Dasha said?”

  Lara’s hair fell over her face like a curtain, but she made an affirmative grunt.

  He stroked his hands across her hips and around the swell of her buttocks. Her muscles trembled from weakness or exertion as she rocked back and forth in the only position that gave her comfort.

  Squeezing a little aromatic oil onto his fingers, he slid them between her legs, stroking her outer lips with a light touch. Her pussy already seemed swollen, but it appeared to plump even more under his hand.

  He worked his finger into her folds, caressing her with no more pressure than he’d put on her eyelid.

  �
��Mmmm.”

  That was the first positive response he’d heard from her in hours. Encouraged, he found her clit and began to stroke one side of the little nub. It stiffened and swelled. He moved to the lower portion, stroking and caressing. Adding more oil, he worked his way to the other side and finally the top.

  Lara did seem to relax and open. The shaking in her limbs stopped, and she rested her cheek on a pillow she hugged in her arms.

  “That’s it, angel. You’re doing so well.”

  Lara gasped as another contraction visibly tightened her middle.

  He returned to his study of her clitoris, lightly teasing, stroking.

  “Yes,” Lara breathed.

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Yessss.”

  Her breath hitched.

  The door opened, and Dasha breezed in.

  He glared at her.

  “Well done, warrior.” She moved swiftly to the bed and stepped into his personal space.

  He blinked in shock at the head of their baby. The blood left his head, and he swayed on his feet.

  “Stay strong, Papa,” Dasha said, laughter in her voice. She caught the babe on the next push. A little cry burst forth from the infant. “A girl. A beautiful girl. Well done, Mama. That’s good strong work.”

  His lips trembled at the tiny, delicate thing cradled in the Varusian’s hands. “Give her to me,” he whispered.

  Dasha’s violet eyes crinkled as she smiled and held the child out with all the reverence the baby deserved.

  Shaking, he took her. The sweet little thing stopped crying and blinked at him, staring.

  Lara dropped to the bed and rolled to her back as Dasha tugged gently on the cord, helping with the afterbirth.

  With awkward movements, he bundled one of countless handmade blankets they’d been given as gifts around the infant and carried her to Lara. “She’s perfect. Like you.”

  Lara took the baby and put her to her breast, laughing in surprise when the clever infant suckled on her first try.

  He wrapped his wife up in his arms, soothing away the tremors of shock running through her body, kissing the sweat from her face. “I love you, angel. You were amazing. So brave.”