She came to his lips eagerly and the intensity of it made her whimper and he felt her legs start to bend as her body collapsed into his. Their tongues danced around each other and his arms pulled her so tight that she grunted against the force but didn’t pull away. If anything, she kissed him harder.
Mitchell moved a hand up her back and into her curly red hair and laced his fingers through as much as he could and then squeezed his hand slowly into a fist. Lethelin’s mouth broke away from his and she gasped. Mitchell watched her eyes roll back in her head as her fingernails began to push into his shirt and spear his back. He welcomed the sensation.
Mitchell flexed his hand, squeezing the hair tighter and she hissed. Whether in pain or pleasure, Mitchell couldn’t quite be sure, but he suspected it was a little of both. Her eyes came open then and there was something untamed there. Lethelin was a bit of a wild girl to begin with but this was almost manic. Her eyes were shiny with the effects of the ale they’d consumed but there was also something hungry and—he thought—even a little fearful. As if she was both excited about what was going to happen or what it would mean for her if it did.
“Is this what you need?” Mitchell asked her, his voice pitched low and sinister.
Thoughts of his time with Allora came back to him as he watched Lethelin’s face while she processed his words. He thought about how Allora had responded to him being more dominant than he had ever been with his partners back on Earth. This was similar, but more so.
Allora had seemed to just want him to be the one in control. She was responding to his strength more than anything. Mitchell had reasoned later that her being as strong as she was, perhaps she needed to be with someone even stronger. But watching Lethelin, who was just as deadly as Allora in her own right, albeit not as physically strong, he knew that while there were some similarities, Lethelin was responding to something else.
Lethelin’s green eyes were alight with desire. Her body pressing into his, almost writhing at his rough treatment.
He jerked his hand and pulled her head back a few inches.
“Answer me,” he commanded. “Is this what you need?”
“Ye—” she choked and he watched her struggle to swallow with her neck extended. “Yes, Mitchell.”
“Yes, sir,” he corrected. “And tell me clearly. I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, sir,” she repeated and he felt her shudder under his grasp once more. “Please. This is what I need.”
My lord had felt right with Allora but didn’t feel right with Lethelin. Mitchell couldn’t explain the difference or why he suddenly had the thought but he knew it was right the moment it happened.
Mitchell leaned forward and licked her neck from the hemline of her shirt to the bottom of her chin.
“Ohh!” Lethelin moaned and her weight fell almost fully into his arms as her legs buckled.
Slowly, he released the tension in her neck and she stood up, their eyes locking once more. Her pupils were so dilated that he almost couldn’t see the green of her irises. She was nearly panting and Mitchell’s sight was sharp enough to see the pulse throbbing in her pale slender neck.
Mitchell pulled her away from himself by the back of her head and spun her around so fast she almost toppled over. Then he pushed her over to the bed and bent her over it. It was high enough that she had to raise herself just slightly on the balls of her feet to flex over at a ninety-degree angle. She grunted at being thrown down but didn’t protest. Mitchell grabbed her arms and, with one of his hands, pinned both of hers behind her back, holding her down. She was panting now.
Mitchell ran his hand up the inside of one leather-clad thigh, over the firm curve of her ass, and down the other. Then, without warning, he brought his hand down with a sharp crack against her cheek.
Lethelin yelped, the sound almost as short and clipped as the slap had been, and her whole body jerked, but she didn’t protest.
“Do you know why I’m spanking you?”
“No,” she said, her voice slightly muffled.
Crack!
He brought his hand down again, more forcefully this time. Lethelin moaned and she started to twist slightly in his grasp.
“No, sir,” he corrected her.
“No, sir,” she repeated, the tremble audible in her voice.
“For making me look weak in front of Elgrin.”
“But it was necessary to make him beli—Ow!” her explanation turned into a squeal as Mitchell’s hand descended again.
Crack! Crack!
Mitchell struck her right cheek and then the left in quick succession. Her legs were shaking now and she sniffled.
“I didn’t give you permission to speak, pet. You embarrassed me and this is your punishment. Now, will you accept your punishment like a good girl?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you need to be punished?”
“Yeesss,” Lethelin mewled again. “I need to be punished, sir.”
Mitchell rubbed both cheeks gently, soothing away what was almost surely an intense sting. She whimpered in relief and sagged into the bed as her muscles unclenched.
He released her hands but she didn’t move her arms or attempt to rise. Then, sliding his fingers into the waist of her leather britches, he started to tug them down over the slight swell of her slender hips and over the more generous curve of her ass. He made sure to include the simple linen panties she wore so her rear came into view all at once. Lethelin lay completely still, allowing him to do everything.
Mitchell got down on one knee and continued to slide the travel-worn clothing down her well-toned thighs and muscled calves, taking time to admire the beautiful lines of her athletic body. He could see evidence of old battles she fought that had left their mark in the form of scars that looked like blade wounds but they didn’t detract from her beauty. If anything, Mitchell thought they made her sexier. This is a woman who had earned what she had through combat. She’d been tested on the streets of her city, held her own against hardened murderers, thieves, and thugs, and had come out on top. And now she fought by his side and had pledged herself to him. As he counted the ones he could see—at least seven—Mitchell decided that the scars made him love her even more.
Mitchell reached her feet, and slipped the leather britches and panties off and tossed them to the side. With Lethelin naked from the waist down now, he stood up to admire her. His handprints were evident on her pale skin, each finger clearly outlined. He saw her pussy now, clearly for the first time. No more covert glances as they changed, no more trying to look while not trying to stare as they had hungered for each other over the many long weeks on the road.
The hair on her flower was slightly lighter, almost orange in color, and it wasn’t as thick as Allora’s had been. The sight of a woman with pubic hair was still a novelty to him as every woman he’d ever been with since college had waxed or shaved religiously. But he saw nothing wrong with either Allora nor Lethelin being completely natural. There was something a little more primal about it that Mitchell found sexier in a way.
Her pale skin glowed in the golden mage lights spaced around the room but Mitchell could still see the dampness on her lips as her body manifested her excitement at what was to come. She was so wet that little dew drops had started to form as he watched.
Mitchell dragged his nails from the back of her knees up to her ass, letting her feel the new sensation.
“Is this what you need, pet?”
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.
“How many more times do you need to be punished?”
“Sir?” she asked, the confusion plain in her voice.
“How many spanks do you deserve for embarrassing me in front of Elgin? You’ve had three already.”
“I… umm… I…”
Mitchell could see her bite her lip as she tried to figure out what he wanted to hear.
For Mitchell’s part, at no point did he think she actually needed to be punished, but in his mind, this had taken on the quality of a game. They were role-playing this. Mitchell had never really done any sort of real BDSM play before but done some reading in the past.
The closest he’d ever gotten to it was with a woman he dated briefly after starting at his job a couple of years ago. She’d been a temp working the reception desk and they’d hit it off. She’d had a thing for being choked but after reading about it he found out there was no really safe way to actually choke someone. The topic of BDSM play had intrigued him enough at the time that he’d gone down a rabbit hole, reading blogs, watching YouTube videos, and visiting forums on Reddit.
When he’d brought the choking problem to the girl, she’d said that she’d done it before and it would be fine, but Mitchell had never really warmed to the idea. He was curious about BDSM but knowing how dangerous her desire was, he couldn’t get into it and she grew frustrated by what she saw as his overly-cautious nature. They’d broken up after a short time and she ended up taking a job at some other office across the valley in Chandler and he’d never heard from her again. Thankfully, a lot of what he’d spent those nights reading about was coming back to him.
The incident with Elgrin was a pretense. Mitchell hadn’t been upset about it then nor was he now. He’d understood exactly what she was doing and she’d done it masterfully. But it was the first thing that came to his mind when this had begun and Lethelin was playing along. He was curious what experiences she’d had with this sort of thing but decided not to ask later. Whatever she’d done before she met him was none of his business, anyway.
“You’re taking too long,” Mitchell warned her. He drummed his fingers on one bare asscheek.
“Umm… six more spanks, sir?”
“Hmm… A nice round number. One for each cheek. This is acceptable.”
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“Thank you, sir.”
“Are you ready for your punishment?”
“Yes, sir.”
Mitchell positioned himself to the left of her bent form and began to caress her bare cheeks. He felt her shudder at the gentle touch. He moved his hand towards the center and, middle finger leading, let it slide down between her cheeks until he found the wetness between her legs. Lethelin’s back arched as he moved his finger up and down her slit, but he didn’t enter her.
Slowly, over the next several seconds, her muscles began to unclench and her breathing deepened. Still, he waited. Lethelin’s hips began to gently move up and down against his fingers, and her breath started to catch every time he came into gentle contact with her clit. Almost there…
“Please, sir!” Lethelin finally whimpered.
Mitchell immediately took his hand away, which caused her to gasp and delivered his hardest slap yet to her bare ass this time. The crack echoed through the room, sharp and angry.
“Stollar’s cock!” Lethelin screeched as her body jerking at the force of the blow.
“That’s one,” Mitchell said as he rubbed the angry red flesh, soothing away the sting. “You did tell me harder, remember?”
“What? When?” she demanded.
Mitchell stopped his gentle caresses and he felt her tense.
“When what?” he asked, his voice carrying a threat.
“When, sir?” she corrected, her voice meek.
“That’s better,” he cooed, and resumed his soft rubbing. He then slid his finger down to her pussy, which was significantly wetter than just a moment before. She moaned audibly at the touch and tried to push her hips back to get more pressure on her clit but he moved with her, denying her what she wanted. Seeing her like this, half naked and moaning at his mere touch, was turning him on more than he thought possible. His cock was like a steel rod in his pants and it was actually quite uncomfortable, but it wasn’t time yet.
“The other morning, when I swatted your sexy little ass as we were getting up.”
He could see her brows furrow as she tried to remember.
“That doesn’t count! I wasn’t serious!” Then she quickly added, “Sir!”
“Oh, so you want me to stop? You don’t want your punishment?”
The silence stretched for several seconds as Lethelin did battle with what she was feeling. He could see her hands, still behind her back despite him no longer holding them there, start to fidget. Mitchell didn’t say a word of encouragement, one way or another. He let the silence stretch.
“No, sir,” she said softly. “I want my punishment.”
“As you wish,” Mitchell said. “How many spanks left?”
“Five, sir.”
“And is that what you need? Five more?”
“Yes, sir,” the deadly assassin said, her voice small and quavering.
“Then let’s continue.”
Mitchell resumed stroking her ass for a few seconds, then brought his hand back and delivered another sharp smack to the opposite cheek.
“Mmmm!” Lethelin groaned through clenched teeth.
“How many left?
“Four, sir,” her voice was tight.
Deciding to switch it up now, he delivered two more strikes, back-to-back, alternating cheeks with each blow.
Lethelin’s legs began to quiver and her gasps sounded as if they were done more in pleasure than pain now.
“Are you going to cum?” Mitchell asked her, using the Common word he’d learned with Allora.
“I think so, sir.”
She was panting and a flush was visible on her pale back.
“You don’t cum until I tell you too. Do you understand?”
“Mmm, yes sir,” she whimpered. “But I don’t know if I can help it.”
“You’d better,” Mitchell warned her. “How many left?
“Two, sir,” she almost groaned.
Mitchell’s need was almost as strong as hers and he was having real trouble not ripping his pants off and fucking her right there, but he knew that would spoil the mood. He was greatly enjoying the dynamic and Lethelin was, too. So he shifted his erection around in his britches to try and ease some of the pressure, and prepared to give Lethelin her final two swats.
“You’ve been very good for me, my pet.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Mitchell brought his hand down harder this time and the crack echoed throughout the room, followed immediately by Lethelin’s whimper and gasp. He could see her whole backside start to clench up as she moaned.
“Don’t cum,” Mitchell warned her.
“Yeeesss, sir,” Lethelin said as her body started to shudder and she fought to control herself.
“How many left?”
“Wuh… One, sir. One. One. One,” she was saying, almost to herself at this point as her mind entered something Mitchell knew to be called subspace.
It was that mental state where the sub, male or female, fully embraced the situation.
“That’s right. But if you cum, we start all over again.”
Lethelin moaned, half in fear, half in unbearable anticipation.
“I won’t, sir. I promise.”
Mitchell ran a finger down the crack of her ass again and let it just graze her pussy. She was so wet now that it was literally running in little rivulets down her leg. Once he made contact with her opening she gasped and jerked her pussy away as much as she was able.
“Please no, sir!” she pleaded. “I’ll cum if you do that! Please no, please no.”
Her whole body was shaking now under the stress of trying to prevent her orgasm and Mitchell found it amazing to watch. And knowing that he had done that to her with just a few words, a few slaps, and his finger gave him a rush of excitement that almost rivaled the actual sex itself. His body burned for her. He felt his skin grow hot as his desire coursed through him. His entire essence seemed focused on his cock as he battled his own desire to take her immediately.
“Good things come to those who wait,” Mitchell reminded himself.
He had no idea where this side of his sexuality had been hiding but he found that he liked it. He liked it a lot.
Rather than speak, he brought his hand down one final time on her other cheek, although truth be told he barely remembered and they were both as red as apples on harvest day.
As the echo of the final strike rang in his ears he could hear Lethelin fighting to control her breath. Her hands had flown from her back and were gripping the blankets into tight balls of tortured fabric. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips pressed together, and her breath was coming out in powerful blasts from her nose. She was up on her toes, every muscle taut as she fought against her own body.
Mitchell didn’t speak and he didn’t touch her again. He let the moment settle, knowing instinctively somehow that she was at her limit and he needed to let her process everything that just happened. He took those couple of minutes to slowly undress, starting with his simple shirt and then unlacing his leather pants.
Naked, his cock finally free, he stepped up to Lethelin as her breathing started to slow. He saw her hands unclench. He laid his cock on her ass and he heard her gasp.
“You did very well,” Mitchell told her, his voice soothing and gentle. “Are you ready for your reward?”
Lethelin swallowed and then croaked out, ‘Thank you, sir. Yes, sir.”
Mitchell adjusted his hips and placed the head of his cock at her entrance which brought a long mewling sound from her parched throat.
“And Lethelin?”
“Yes, sir?” she whimpered as the sensations he was giving her were amping up the tension again. She was a live wire beneath him.
“You can cum now.”
“Thank you, si—Oh, Stollar’s fucking cock!” Lethelin screamed as Mitchell placed his hands on the curve of her hips and pushed himself all the way into her soaking pussy with one smooth stroke.
It was pure bliss. She was hot, wet, and so very tight. Her breathing was ragged now and Mitchell felt his own heartbeat thudding in his chest. He didn’t think it was possible to get more turned on than he had been with Allora but the long build up with Lethelin had him just as amped up as she was.
Mitchell didn’t move. He held himself inside her velvety embrace as he felt her body tremble around his length.
“Pleasesirpleasesirpleasesir,” she was whimpering as her hands grasped at the quilt once more.
Slowly, painstakingly, Mitchell began to back out of her and he reveled in the sensation of feeling her tight around him as he withdrew.
“Ooooooo,” Lethelin moaned.
“Jeeesus Christ,” Mitchell moaned in reply as his brain slipped back into English.
“Jee-jush kist, Stollar, Denass, the two bloody fucking moons! Fuck me, sir!” Lethelin swore.
Mitchell obliged. He drove back into her and then out again suddenly. Her body rocked forward under the power but she still managed to push herself onto him as he moved forward. He buried himself in her with each stroke and she accepted him fully.
“Oh, Fates! Oh, Fates! Mitchell I’m cumming!” she squealed as he continued his powerful thrusts.
“That’s a good pet,” Mitchell growled. “Cum for me. Cum for me now!”
Her voice rose to a crescendo and it was so loud Mitchell wondered if someone outside would think he was killing her but he didn’t dare stop. He was too close himself.
On the bed in front of him, their two bodies still joined at the hips, Lethelin body seized as an orgasm claimed her. Her throat locked up and her screams of pleasure became nothing more than gurgles and gasps as every muscle in her body went rigid and her pussy clamped down on him like a blood pressure cuff.
Mitchell lifted her lower half off the ground now and began pulling her towards him as her body ragdolled on the bed. She was even lighter than Allora, being several inches shorter and, while in excellent shape, not having nearly the same amount of muscle mass. He was grunting with every thrust, feeling the pressure build in his balls as he claimed her.
Unable to hold back any longer, Mitchell released into her with an inarticulate scream and it felt like his soul poured out of his body and into her eager and accepting tunnel. He staggered, setting her down quickly, and coming forward on to the bed on his hands to avoid landing right on top of her. His chest heaved as he worked to catch his breath. Over the sounds of his own labored breathing he could hear Lethelin’s low moans that she exhaled with every breath.
Mitchell brushed the hair out of her face to see her skin beet red, beaded with sweat, mouth partially open and eyes closed. Words started to become audible in her breathy exhalations.
“Thank you, sir,” she was mumbling to herself as her body settled.
He lowered himself down and kissed her damp cheek.
“You did very good, pet.”
A small smile curled her lips.
“I like it when you call me that, sir.”
“Do you?” he asked, as he kissed the delicate folds of her ear.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice dreamy. “It makes me feel warm inside.”
“Are you sure that’s not my cock?” Mitchell chuckled and Lethelin giggled in reply. He was still inside her, slowly starting to soften but he found himself reluctant to move. She clenched the muscles in her pussy, giving him a squeeze, perhaps just to show she could, and Mitchell shuddered at the sensation.
“Not just that,” she answered, “sir.”
Mitchell did extract himself then and they both groaned at the loss of sensation. Then he crawled up on the bed and turned her over, hugging her small body into his arms. She came willingly, bending almost into a fetal position as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. She brought her head up and met his eyes and she stared for a long time.
“Mitchell, no one has ever made me feel that way before. Not ever. How did you do that?”
Now that the moment had passed, her normal personality was back. Mitchell also wasn’t insisting on any of that ‘sir’ talk, either. He was perfectly happy to let that sort of language stay in the bedroom, as it were. He certainly wouldn’t expect either Allora or Lethelin behave that way when they were walking around.
“It’s something I learned about on Earth. Honestly, I had never done much like that before, but as we started playing, a lot of what I read came back to me.”
“Stollar’s swinging cock,” she said with a note of awe in her voice. “Allora didn’t explain anything like that.”
“I didn’t do that with Allora,” he said. “There was a little hint of that, but I don’t think she would have responded the same way.”
“Huh…” Lethelin said, pondering. “Can I tell her about it?”
“As you like,” Mitchell said, and then leaned down and kissed her softly. “My pet.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned as her hands roamed his back. “Say it again.”
“My beautiful, sexy, deadly, passionate, amazing pet.”
From her place in nestled in his arms, she gazed up at him and her eyes had gone a little misty.
“Mitchell…” she said tentatively. “I… I really love you.”
“And I really love you. Now, what’s say we give that tub a try?”
She blushed deep scarlet then, but nodded.
The extricated themselves from the bed and he worked out how to get the water running. It operated on a similar system to the way the doors had at the bathhouse in Besari.
There were two small stones set into the faucet mechanism, one for the hot and one for the cold. They user didn’t need magic to work, one only needed to touch them. Quickly water began to gush from the tap and Mitchell worked out how to use the lever between the two gemstones to control the amount of each flow to get the desired temperature.
The tub itself was set onto flagstones and were angled inward from all sides where any excess water would be funneled toward a drain sitting directly under the large metal tub. Pretty clever, Mitchell thought.
Lethelin stepped up to the tub, fully naked now, and he marveled once again at her pale beauty. She saw him admiring her.
“Brought the soap,” she said, and held up a small light orange bar and a natorki, the little loofah-like sponge that was used for bathing here.
She stepped forward, her hair a tousled mess, and they kissed once more.
“I could get used to that,” he said.
“You’d better,” she chided.
Mitchell stepped in the deliciously warm water and then held Lethelin’s hand as she stepped over the side and joined him. He sank down and she followed, setting herself between his legs and leaned into him. The soap went into the water and the sweet scent of lana fruit began to fill the damp air.
They sat like that for a while, at first saying nothing, and then they began to talk of simple things. Outside the room, the noise on the first floor began to quiet down and a song began to drift to their ears. The music mage was working her magic once again. Even muted by the thick walls, it was beautiful.
Eventually they began to wash each other off. Clean and dry, they returned to the bed.
Mitchell pulled her nude form into his and she came. Even after all they’d just been through, they were still hungry for each other. They made love then. There were no spanks, no words of dominance or submission, just quiet, steady passion. Their bodies moved in a rhythm new to them, but familiar all the same. When the release came, it was much gentler, yet somehow more intense than before.
A short time later, as they lay in each other’s arms, Lethelin said quietly, “I miss Allora.”
“Me, too.”