A Gift for the King Page 6

  “Tonight, my pet, I will teach you to obey me.”

  Lana shivered, her nerves almost getting the best of her. Was he really going to follow through with spanking her? Closing her eyes, she waited, her breathing ragged.

  Dante guided her forward to the black leather couch in the sitting room area. He sat down and stood her between his thighs. She noted at that point that the pretty loveseat looked very soft and plush. Desperate, her mind tried to ignore the immediate future, but it was futile as Dante took her hands and met her eyes.

  “Lana, I want you to understand how things will be between us. When I give you a command, you are to obey without question, regardless of the situation. Since this is your first spanking, I will be a little lenient. In the future, should you disappoint me in any way, I will spank you with things other than my hand, and it won’t always be here in the privacy of our bedroom.”

  Lana’s eyes grew big and her face redder. Butterflies seemed to dance inside her tummy.

  “Now, I’m going to give you your first command. I want you to put yourself over my knees.”

  Her body seemed to react before her mind did, and she slowly moved to the side and placed herself face down over his thighs. She was suddenly aware of how her bottom stuck up in the air, awaiting his punishing hand. Her skin tingled. Her dress was just long enough to cover her cheeks, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

  Dante adjusted her forward so that her bottom seemed to rise impossibly higher. Presented in just that way, it felt like an immense target, begging him to spank it. A whimper escaped her lips. Her muscles tensed when she felt his hand rest on her right cheek. Here we go, she thought.

  “Lana. I want you to remember this, should you hesitate to follow my orders in the future.”

  “Yes, sir,” she replied, hoping to please him. “You don’t have to do this.”

  “Oh, Lana, yes I do,” he said with a soft chuckle.

  His hand left her bottom, and the first spank fell. It sounded like a gunshot in the surrounding silence. She was stunned by the sound, and the sting arrived by the time the second slap fell on the opposite cheek. This felt different than the spanking with Wes—more intimate, more embarrassing because he had already recognized her body’s innermost desires, even before she did. Dante gripped her hip with his hand, and with the other, began spanking her harder. She gasped as he increased the intensity, each blow progressively harder. This was really starting to hurt!

  Each spank centered on the fullest part of her bottom as the sharp sting continued to build. Dante paused and Lana breathed a sigh of relief. She went to push back up, but Dante held her steadfast to his thighs. He gripped the hem of her dress and dragged it up, revealing her panties and probably very pink ass to his full view. After readjusting her, he started spanking her anew.

  Lana cried out, the pain beginning to get to her. It felt like thousands of bees were stinging her bottom, over and over. Dante began spanking her whole backside, her left then her right, upper and lower cheeks. He paused and ran his fingers over her scalded flesh.

  She sighed as the tips of his fingers glided up and down her legs. Suddenly, without warning, he worked his fingers under the seam of her panties and pulled them swiftly down to about mid-thigh.

  Her hands flew back in an attempt to restore her modesty, and hopefully, grab her panties and pull them back up. Dante responded by grabbing her arm and pinning it to her back, leaving her bare bottomed and trapped over his knees. She tried to struggle, but to no avail. Her body seemed glued to his thighs. He was going to spank her very naked backside whether she liked it or not.

  Her helplessness very clear, Dante started spanking her harder than ever before. This time, he did not neglect her upper thighs, which made Lana cry out. He began to focus there, and she felt tears come unbidden to her eyes. It seemed like the spanks grew harder and faster with every passing second.

  A sob broke free from her lips, and she began to cry. Here she was, upended over a man’s knee with her bare bottom being spanked with no escape in sight. She was learning that she was no longer in control, and that Dante could do whatever he wanted. His spanks rained down on the extremely sensitive area where her upper thighs and bottom met, and she cried. Strangely, the tension left her body as she submitted to the punishment Dante had decided to give her.

  Her bottom throbbed as Dante spanked her even harder, but she felt safe. She didn’t have to be in control, and he said he would protect her. Her tears continued to fall, and she didn’t even realize he had stopped spanking her. His fingers kneaded her punished flesh, and she began to relax.

  “I expect, that this small lesson in obedience may stay with you for some time now.”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice still thick with her tears.

  He lifted her up into his lap and held her close, cuddling her head on his shoulder. Kissing the top of her head, Dante caressed her back. They sat there in each other’s arms silently as Lana’s breathing calmed. Slowly, it registered to her that her bottom was still bare and that she’d kicked off her panties at some point during her spanking.

  Her well-spanked bottom throbbed, and she gingerly reached down to touch the heat radiating off her skin. Dante lifted her and stood, carrying her over to a full-length mirror in the sitting room. He placed her down and adjusted her dress so that her red backside glowed in the reflection. Gently grabbing her chin, he forced her to look upon his handiwork.

  “I want you to understand, Lana, that whenever you disobey or disappoint me, this is what will happen. I will spank you every day, if it is necessary. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, sir,” she nodded, her voice soft with submission. She felt that strange heat pass through her with a jolt at his threat. Lust surged through her body and wetness pooled between her thighs. These feelings were foreign, as she was still naïve in the ways of sex.

  “Come with me, Lana,” Dante said softly, leading her back to the couch. He sat down and pulled her back over his thighs.

  “Please! I promise I won’t disobey you, sir. I’ve learned my lesson!” she shouted, desperate. Her bottom couldn’t take another spanking in its burning state.

  Instead, his fingers continued to explore her thighs. He dragged them up and down, his fingernails digging into her flesh. Hot desire shot through her and a soft moan escaped her lips. Squeezing her legs together, she tried to hide her body’s visceral reaction to him, but this act of chasteness only seemed to make her hotter.

  A sharp spank exploded over her two cheeks, and she cried out.

  “Open your legs,” Dante said, his voice on the verge of a growl.

  Lana tried to calm herself and hesitantly obeyed. Squeezing her eyes shut, she hoped he wouldn’t see just how much of an effect on her body this treatment was causing her. His fingers dipped lower, touching her inner thighs. She held her breath, awaiting his every touch.

  “I want you to beg for me to grant you release.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You are not allowed to orgasm without my permission.”

  She was silent for a moment, a moment that he must have considered too long, because two spanks bit into each cheek, awakening the passion that had begun to form deep in her core and to throb in the cleft between her legs. Both swats sent a hot streak of desire directly there, igniting her body even further.

  “Yes, sir,” she managed to repeat, her voice barely audible.

  His fingers continued their exploration, and lingered on her bottom. Finally, he grazed over the glistening folds between her legs, and she moaned loudly, never having experienced anything like this before. Separating her lower lips, he glided over her little bud of pleasure and stayed there, exerting a pressure that made Lana nearly want to climb the walls. He stilled.

  “My, my, it seems that my naughty pet enjoyed her spanking.” He clicked his tongue in mock disapproval and his fingers began to circle that small spot where all her pleasure seemed to center. Her hips
bucked as strong feelings of lust washed over her, and her body, hot and ready for him, reacted almost violently. His fingers slowed, drifted away from her bud, and traced up and down her lower lips. She trembled under his ministrations, fighting the desire that raced through her. Did she really want this? Did she trust him to take her to such a vulnerable place? He returned to the core of her pleasure and began to circle again. Her mind went blank, hot passion raging through every limb.

  Her body reacted wildly; wanton in that her hips rolled against his thigh, trying desperately to seek some unknown release. His fingers were relentless, brushing against her sensitive lower lips, and mercilessly circling the core where all her pleasure seemed to radiate. Every time she seemed close to losing it, he backed off, building her up over and over again.

  She moaned repeatedly, surprising even herself at how loud and animalistic each moan sounded. Every time she thought he had pushed her as far as she thought she could go, seconds away from release, he pulled back. Desperate whines emerged from her throat.

  “Please,” she said, breathless.

  “Please what?” Dante calmly replied, his voice steady.

  “Please, sir, please let me come,” she cried out, unable to stop her hips from rolling lewdly into his thighs.

  Dante was still for a moment, and hot panic raced through her. What if he wouldn’t let her? Slowly, his fingers returned to graze her folds, and settled back onto the now very eager bud between her thighs. He circled it, adding more and more pressure. He built her up again, and this time, did not hold back.

  A wave of ecstasy crashed over her, like she had fallen off a cliff into a world of pleasure. Her orgasm flashed hotly through her as her screams filled the room. She bucked over his thighs as his fingers played with her pussy relentlessly. It seemed like she was on a rollercoaster, as one orgasm ended and another took over her. Dante wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her firm over his knees, as her orgasms became her entire world.

  Dante brought her to orgasm three times before she lay spent, twitching over his lap, her pussy throbbing as he cupped her sex with his hand. He leaned down and put his lips next to her ear, tightening his grip over the place between her legs.

  “This is mine, all mine, and it will forever be mine,” he said, a dominant growl lingering in his voice.

  “Yes, sir,” she murmured, trying to catch her breath. Intense pangs of desire ran through her as his touch ignited her every nerve, once again, even in her drained state.

  Dante held her there over his lap for a few more minutes as her body calmed. When she finally felt like she had returned from the clouds, she fidgeted a little, letting him know she was all right. Again, he lifted her, but this time, he carried her to his bed. Stripping off her dress, he pulled back the covers and helped her underneath them. His palm lingered on her still-pink bottom, and Lana let him, her lustful feelings still raging through her body.

  Suddenly exhausted, Lana closed her eyes and Dante pulled up the plush quilt, tucking her in. Sleep took over her, and she hardly noticed when he curled up next to her, gazing down at the satisfaction that must have been painted all over her face.

  Chapter Five

  When she woke, Lana realized Dante was curled around her, his soft breathing next to her ear, letting her know that sleep had overtaken him as well. Shyly, Lana opened her eyes. She had turned into him in her sleep, and he had cuddled her close, one of his arms draped across her waist. Trying not to disturb him, she wiggled gently out from under him and slowly made her way off the comfortable bed.

  “Just where do you think you’re going?” Dante said, his voice soft with a hint of a threat. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back into bed.

  “I’m not quite sure.”

  “You weren’t trying to escape?”

  “No. I was just going to stretch, and maybe look out the window or something while you slept.”

  “Is that right?” He narrowed his eyes in suspicion, his gaze sliding up from her toes to her head. Lana straightened the covers over her body, quickly realizing her panty-less state. Smoothing her disheveled hair, she looked away, remembering the events that occurred before her nap.

  She had unwittingly asked for a spanking. Still unnerved by her out-of-character behavior, she remembered how Dante had bared her bottom and spanked the living daylights out of her. He’d even shown her the bright red of her bottom in a mirror, a sight that was unlikely to leave her mind anytime soon. She felt a blush creep up her face, and she fussed with her hands. Looking around, she found her panties on the floor and quickly grabbed them. Turning around so he couldn’t see the front side of her, she whisked them up her legs as quickly as she could.

  A mischievous smile overtook his lips, and a soft chuckle broke through. Lana glared back at him.

  “Shut up.”

  “Don’t get grumpy now. I’m not opposed to spanking that bottom of yours again.”

  “I don’t want a spanking,” she pouted.

  “It’s not your choice. If I decide that you need a spanking, I will give you one.”

  She opened her mouth, a snappy retort at the tip of her tongue, but quickly closed it, thinking better of it. Instead she turned away and grabbed her dress, which had been discarded a distance away on the floor, and quickly pulled it over her head, effectively covering herself. Lana looked at him, a question burning at the tip of her tongue.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  He nodded, gazing back at her.

  “You have this magical power that could make me do anything you wish. But, you didn’t use it in order to make me get over your knee before you spanked me, or any time after that. Why didn’t you?”

  “Your submission is much more of a gift to me than anything I would force you to do,” he answered calmly as he lifted himself up from the bed.

  She looked away, a small part of her understanding what he meant. In some strange way, she had been happy he hadn’t forced her, and she felt oddly fulfilled by both her spanking and what he had done to her afterwards. Absentmindedly, she rubbed her right bottom cheek, feeling the leftover effects of her punishment.

  “Now that we’ve slept the afternoon away, I can show you more of our capital city of Eridell under the sunset. Tomorrow, I have to travel to one of the smaller villages outside the vast stretches of walls surrounding Eridell and you are to accompany me.”

  “Really? But what help could I be to you?”

  “I want to have a human with me, as the human slaves whisper amongst themselves and say things that they wouldn’t in the company of a king.”

  “You have to treat me as your slave?”

  “For the purposes of investigational need, yes, I do. Although, when you recognize how well I care for you compared to the merchants and farmers we shall meet, I imagine you will be thankful for me.”

  “What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

  “Things are different on my planet, Lana.” He paused, his voice softening. “We are the superior species, in strength, power, and intelligence; at least, that’s the current line of thinking here. We are not human, but aliens to you. Our people are known as Erassans, and we have colonized this planet for thousands of years. We have existed long before Earth humans. Here, they are second-class citizens, meant solely to serve, or work for the Erassans.”

  Lana stared at him in disbelief.

  “Are any of the humans free?” she asked.

  “A few have earned their freedom.”

  “How?” Lana pressed, hoping to learn something useful.

  “Well, some have fought their way through our own gladiatorial games and won, and others have earned their purchase price back through a variety of ways. When a human comes here, they are auctioned and sold to the masses. That is considered his or her purchase price. There’s also one other way for a human to procure his or her freedom, but it’s exceedingly rare.”

  “But I only saw women…”

  “That i
s true, because it is intentional. Men and women are kept apart for a variety of reasons. It would be a waste if a human male impregnated a valuable human female. We employ both male and female humans in our day-to-day lives.”

  It was 2015 back on Earth, and here, on this faraway planet, human slavery existed, flourished even. She was curious about what it would be like outside the castle, and even outside this city he called Eridell. Pursing her lips in disapproval, she thought about what life was like for all the human slaves on the planet. Would everything be as beautiful, or would this planet have places that should have been hidden away long ago?

  She gazed back at Dante’s now familiar face. His stern, chiseled features stared back at her, neither angry nor sad at how life was for humans on his planet. He remained neutral, his face a mask of cool calculation.

  “Why are you okay with all this?”

  “Life has been like this here for a very long time. It may seem unnatural to you, but it is a way of life for the Erassans. Here, it is survival of the fittest, and it will always be that way.”

  Lana’s expression hardened and she turned away. “I’d rather not talk about it anymore. I don’t understand why you, a man who was forced into the gladiatorial games back on Earth, your freedom torn away from you, would be okay with using humans like this.”

  “Lana.” His voice was gentle. “The ancient nobles chose me because they saw me as ruthless, as a man who could make difficult decisions even if they were against my personal beliefs, but best for the people of our planet Terranovum. I would incite civil war like no other if I took humans away from the Erassans.”

  She looked away, hating his answer, but understanding it nonetheless. No matter her feelings, she had little power to change anything here. For now, she would reserve judgment for what she saw outside the city of Eridell, of the small villages and towns outside the city walls. Changing the subject before her emotion got the best of her, she turned back to Dante.

  “I didn’t see the city off the balcony you showed me. Only some of the stone walls you speak of.”