by Sadie Marks
The sudden switch back to a question threw her and her mind went blank. She was on the verge of asking him what he meant when she remembered him asking what rule she'd broken. She hesitated, torn on whether she should give him her guess or try to hold out. The silence lasted long enough that he decided to encourage her.
His hand swung again, aiming to lift the cheek and catch the tender under hang, though with her ass thrust out as it was, there wasn't much that wasn't exposed. What surprised her was that it was the same cheek. She was prepared for the balance, for him to slap the other side to even things out, but he seemed to prefer to target the same spot, and this time, there was no long pause before the next.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
She counted until five and was sure he'd stop there, but he didn't. He didn't stop at ten either, and now the sting had turned into a conflagration that was nearly unbearable. No slow build up here, he'd spanked her ass hard from the first and it had only gotten harder as he continued. If it had been spread across both sides, slapping the flesh all over her rounded backside, she could have taken hundreds before she gave in, but every swat landed on the exact same spot.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
What did he want? She was about to snarl the question at him when she realized she already knew what he wanted—an answer to his question. "I didn't answer your question!" she blurted, because, of course, she'd continued to break that rule every time he asked and she didn't reply.
"Good girl. When I ask a question, I want an answer. If you don't know the answer, then you can tell me that, but I don't like silence." His voice was calm as he spelled out the rule in greater detail, and she tried to listen, but the problem was that he was still spanking. His hand continued and it didn't move to a new location. Dozens of blistering slaps had landed by then, and her skin was fairly sizzling.
She couldn't make herself retain the position he'd put her in, and instead, her hips wagged and circled trying to avoid his hand or at least cause him to smack another spot. Even a few centimeters would be a relief, she thought, but his aim was uncanny and no matter how she moved he still found that same place. No doubt there was a fiery red beacon the size and shape of his hand to guide him there by then.
When she moved too far out of position, he'd pause just long enough to pull her hips back into place and an ache in her lower back from arching to present her ass to him soon added to her misery.
Silla, the masochist and pain slut, was actually beginning to wonder if she was going to end up crying over something as silly as a spanking. He wasn't even using an implement—it was just his painfully hard hand. No one had ever done this, probably because she didn't allow punishment before Trev had entered her life. A Dom might land a few slaps in the same spot, sure, but not an unending stream of them, because that might end their play session earlier than either of them wanted to stop.
In some dim recess of her mind, she remembered the concept of a safeword and she blurted, "Red!" desperately, forgetting how far she was from the safety of the club with its rules.
He laughed. "Did you think that was going to work with me, Silla? I don't think so." But it did, at least for a few seconds, just long enough for him to lightly stroke the burning flesh of her ass cheek. "Safewords are a human convention, and even if they weren't, I wouldn't accept them when I'm punishing you. But there is one word you can say that will stop this. If you can figure out what it is."
So far, it seemed like she was a constant source of amusement to him. She'd yet to hear him sound angry or annoyed, whatever she did or said; it all seemed to entertain him. It was all fun and games for him, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy it too. The unexpectedly painful and focused spanking had pushed her arousal way back. That was probably why it hurt so much, but she could get it back easily if she could convince him to cooperate.
She dropped the stubborn attitude and made a wild guess at the word he was looking for, "Sorry! I'm sorry I broke your rules, Master Kri't. Please—" It seemed like a good chance that one of those words was what he wanted. There was more than a little hope in her voice, and it was deliberate just in case none of them were right.
"Oh, very good, Silla. We're making progress already. You know, titles aren't big with Sadecs. Master, Sir—that sort of thing isn't really required but, in your case, I think the reminder will do you good. So, you can add calling me Master while you're being punished to the rules you don't think you can follow."
It chaffed her spirit and she scowled with her face hidden against the wall. She was so tempted to snap something at him, but the throbbing in her punished ass warned her not to; she swallowed the words back.
"Do you understand?" he asked, and she didn't doubt for one second it was a test.
"Yes, Master." Each word with a sharp bite to them despite the risk.
It was clear he wasn't expecting miracles and he ignored the attitude. "Since you're being such a good girl, why don't I even you up?" His hand finally shifted, moving over to caress the cool pale skin of the left cheek, and her ass tightened in reflex.
A cold feeling of dread washed through her as her muscles clenched and she waited for him to begin the same unbearable onslaught of smacks to a new spot. When the first swat came, her hips snapped forward in an overreaction, expecting something severe. But the spank hadn't been terrible at all. After a slight hesitation, she pushed her ass back out, before he had to make it an order.
He was as gentle and arousing as he delivered this spanking as he had been harsh and unyielding before. This time, each slap landed just a little harder than the one before, making it easier to accept the slow-building sting. He didn't focus on one narrow area but moved around as the steady cracking of flesh meeting flesh filled the room.
Occasionally, he'd pause to rub or caress the skin and she'd moan softly as her hips rolled in response. Finally, he was tempted to reach between her spread thighs and cup her sex in a strong grip. His thick middle finger parted the folds to press against her clit without moving. "I see you definitely have a preference in how you're spanked, Silla. So, remember this. You masochists, always so smugly sure that punishment is wasted on you, but we're not human. When you need to be punished, you will know you're being punished, and it won't be play."
She shuddered, partly from the less than subtle threat, but also because his finger was tormenting her with its stillness. She rocked her hips trying to slide along the digit so she could pleasure herself, but the way he gripped her kept that from happening.
He chuckled, leaned against her body so he could nip the back of her neck with sharp teeth. "Tell me you understand, Silla."
She was so wet and needy that fighting him didn't even occur to her. "I understand."
"Master." The word stressed to remind her.
"Master," she repeated. There was no rebellion or sarcasm in the word, but it was an effort to manage that.
He rewarded the obedience by circling her clit with the pad of his finger, and a gasping moan burst from her. "Good girl. Now, you're going to get on your knees and show me how grateful you are for this lesson, and if you please me…I might let you come afterward." His fingers began to make a slow strumming motion that drove her wild and took her right to the edge.
Being so close and so desperate for that release of pleasure meant it took her mind a minute to catch up, and right about the time he removed his hand and stepped back, it had finally clicked. Her orgasm depended on pleasing him first. It was, she realized, the difference between being a lover and being a slave.
Trev had teased her with orgasm denial, but not like that. He loved making her hold off her climax until he gave permission, and the deeper she'd gone into submission, the more she'd enjoyed coming on command to please him. But this was something else. She had no doubt her new Master meant what he said. If she didn't please him, he wouldn't allow her to climax at all.
And the Sadecs had a way of guaranteeing the restriction that no human Dom could manage. She'd learned that they could secret
e a hormone from the fingertips with a curious effect on humans. It stopped them from achieving climax until it wore off, and that could take hours—if it was allowed to wear off at all.
It didn't shut off the sexual arousal, though; oh, no, that would build and build—it just wouldn't go anywhere. Sneaking off to masturbate would only increase the frustration. Trev had punished her for coming on purpose before he gave permission once by making sure she couldn't do it again, and it had been miserable.
And she cursed herself because she found the whole thing so fucking hot, she felt like she might combust. She wanted to tell him to fuck off. She wanted to spit and curse at him. Instead, she turned and gave him a dirty look as she settled to her knees in front of him. Though she was scowling, she reached almost eagerly for his erection.
Already freed from his trousers, it was impressive, and she wrapped her hand around the shaft without hesitation. He was thick enough that her fingers didn't even come close to meeting as they tightened around the length of him with a firm grip. Her hand stroked up and down slowly as she took the chance to examine him.
His was only the second Sadec organ she'd seen, so she had no idea how much variety there was, but with the example she'd had so far, she didn't think any Sadec would feel inferior when placed against a human male. Her new Master was maybe most of an inch shorter than Trev, but the hot flesh in her hand had a pleasant girth that made things flutter low inside when she thought about it filling her.
She wanted to feel him inside of her, riding her hard until she couldn't think or feel anything but pleasure. She needed it to wipe away everything she'd been through, and she was determined to please him enough to get it. She brought her mouth down, first teasing him by letting her tongue slide across the head of his shaft, and then blowing her warm breath across the wet skin.
He groaned and his hand took a tighter grip in her hair. She took it as a warning not to hold off too long but ignored it. The shaft was only a little different from a human male's, but those differences added some extra sensitivity in certain spots. She found them quickly and her tongue went to work, tormenting and driving him wild as she swirled the tip of her tongue across the nerve endings.
He growled, "Girl, if I spill before you even take me in your mouth, you'll regret it."
But she knew that it would be hard for him to actually stop her, not when it felt so good, and she pushed on a little longer, until his hips were thrusting at the air and she knew he was right on the verge of coming, and then she stopped abruptly, tilting her head back to look up at him.
"I'm sorry, you don't like this?" she asked in the most innocent tone she could manage. It was bratty and a little bit spiteful, but she knew her opportunities to torture a Sadec would be few and she couldn't resist the chance. It was worth it to see the look of shock on his face, even when he grabbed her head and held it so he could shove his cock into her mouth.
She gagged and struggled to accommodate the thick shaft, but once she began to suck, she quickly found her rhythm. He relaxed his grip since she was behaving, and it got easier. She worked her tongue along the underside of the shaft as she bobbed her head. Using just the right amount of teeth was a skill and one she had refined.
But it was one she'd refined by taking charge of the oral situation and going at her own pace. The men she'd been with before Trev didn't dominate her in bed; she wouldn't give them that power over her. If anything, she preferred to be on top, and when it came to oral, she set the pace. Trev had changed things, and she'd slowly learned to let him take the reins, but her new Master had a different style and it could only be described as aggressive.
She wanted to take her time, drawing things out slowly so she could bring him to climax when she was ready and feel the power that control brought. He had other ideas. He let her please him her way for a short time, but when he got bored with it, he simply took over again, holding her there by a fistful of hair as he fucked her mouth. She tried to accommodate his thick shaft, but she felt like she was choking.
That shouldn't have been erotic, but it was somehow.
She hated that he'd stripped everything from her, forcing her to become a vessel for his lust—but her body reveled in the sensation of being taken like that and her clit pulsed hard. She rolled her hips and began to tighten and relax her muscles rhythmically. She knew if she kept on like that, she'd come without any help at all, but he didn't give her the time.
His hips bucked as a loud cry burst from his throat. That was all the warning she had before he flooded her mouth with a gush of honey-thick fluid that tasted faintly of citrus. She had to swallow quickly to keep from choking. Her throat worked desperately around the tip of his shaft to clear it from the rush of sweetness and once the over-sensitivity kicked in, he let go of her hair and pulled out of her mouth so quickly that she fell backward onto her sore ass.
She smirked up at him as she sprawled on him, wiping the last traces of him from her lips with the back of her hand. "Did I please you?" She knew full well she had, not that he'd given her a choice.
"Master."
For a second, she had the urge to turn it into a joke and tell him he didn't have to call her Master, Silla was fine, but she knew if she did that her chances of getting to come too would vanish. "Did I please you, Master?" she repeated obediently instead. She could behave…when she wanted to.
"Maybe." He stared down at her with a look that was far too ravenous for someone who had just come.
She ran her tongue over her bottom lip nervously as she waited for him to decide whether to reward her or not. When his eyes narrowed, she thought the answer was going to be no and a slow wave of disappointment washed over her, but then he held out his hand to pull her to her feet.
By the time they got to the bedroom and he'd positioned her on the bed the way he wanted her, he was already half-hard again and she wiggled into the furs with a feeling of anticipation that had her mouth watering.
As he thrust into her, she closed her eyes and, just for a second, allowed herself to picture Trev in his place. It was too painful, and she had to banish that from her thoughts, instead focusing only on the physical sensations, their bodies colliding, slick skin rubbing, the feeling of being stretched and full as he thrust deep inside of her. The pleasure rose like the tide coming in and she let it crash over her again and again until she was empty of every thought.
Afterward, she crawled out of his arms while he slept and moved to the farthest edge of the bed, claiming that tiny space for herself until nightmares woke her in the middle of the night and she thrashed on the bed, half-awake and confused.
Kri't grumbled and swatted at her. "Stay still, or go to the other room," he growled without opening his eyes. He might still have been asleep then, because he seemed surprised to find her curled up in a fur on the couch the next morning. Not surprised enough to comment on it or ask why she was there, though. He was dressed and groomed when he stood over her to tell her he was going to his duty shift.
"Don't leave our quarters." He might have thought she would take it as a dare or an unimportant rule, because he hurried to add, "If you break the ship's rules, I won't be able to save you from the consequences. So, you'll remain here until we can go over them." The words were issued so firmly that she took them seriously and nodded.
After the restless night, she didn't really feel like going out exploring anyway. Instead, she napped on and off throughout the cycle and used the massage function of the shower to ease the stiffness from the broken sleep out of her body. When he returned, she was feeling much better and half hoping he'd be looking for a rematch on the sex, but instead, they had a discussion about rules.
He hadn't even made it through the safety and ship's rules before she was feeling like her new life was going to have way too much structure. His personal rules, as her Master, were at least ones she could play with without inciting the wrath of the crew. He didn't make her memorize those either, though they were simple enough to remember.
Before she was allowed to leave his quarters, she did have to recite all of the ship's rules to his satisfaction. Luckily, she'd always had a good memory and she rattled them off almost before he finished asking. Which didn't mean she understood half of them. Without context, some of them made no sense to her. Others, such as staying away from the orange corridors, clicked immediately and she realized there was a reason why the walls were painted certain colors.
Once she'd proved she knew the rules, he grudgingly agreed to take her on a tour. His brisk pace didn't allow her to actually see much of anything, but she did make a mental note of areas that might be interesting to visit. Green, with its parks and hydroponics, sounded the most attractive and she had a nearly overwhelming need to see a tree or a plant. She dug her feet in and demanded he take her in to see them when he tried to herd her past the section.
She was half expecting the spanking he gave her right there in the middle of the hall. What she didn't expect was the crowd of male and female Sadecs who stopped in their tracks to watch with intense interest. Kri't looked proud and smug as he punished her, but after a dozen smacks, he magnanimously pointed to one of the watchers.
"Come and give her a few smacks." He grabbed her hair, currently in a useful ponytail, and used it to bend her over and hold her in that position. "She protests, but she enjoys it," he assured them.
The lucky chosen hurried forward before his luck could change and landed a hard smack on the back of her leskins. The fabric was stretchy and skintight, like leggings but with more support. She'd bought them because they made her ass look amazing, but they did absolutely nothing to cushion the skin. She might as well be bare for all it helped, but at least, she consoled herself, they couldn't see how turned on she was getting from the casual punishment.
Her Master chose a few more, and each one seemed determined to outdo the one before, until the force of the spanks was rocking her forward on her toes as she yelped and struggled to pull free. After the fourth or fifth, he released her, and the first thing she saw when she straightened was the amusement on his face.