Free His Naughty Little Mate by Sue Lyndon Page B

stern voice brought her back to the present. She was about to be punished like a naughty little girl over her daddy’s knee, and pulses of warmth stirred in her center at the thought. Though she was about to be spanked and it would hurt, she’d never felt so safe and cared for as when she was over Erik’s lap awaiting her punishment. The realization sent the tears gathering in her eyes rolling down her cheeks.
    He landed the first slap on her bottom, then the second and the third. The sting built up as he spanked, working his way all over her backside, alternating spanking from left to right cheek, and even striking her upper thighs and sit spot. The blows weren’t as fast as those he’d rained down upon her ass when he’d been trying to get her to ask for her spanking, but the pain soon surpassed that of the first spanking.
    Blood rushed to her head when he shifted her forward slightly, and heat scorched her face as he parted her thighs. The new position left her entirely exposed to his gaze, and though she tried to clamp her thighs together, his heavy leg atop hers prevented her from moving. Hard swats peppered her bottom, and she cried out and tried to flail herself off his lap when he struck her inner thighs.
    Her relief was short lived when he paused spanking only to reach between her thighs and stroke his fingers through the moisture seeping out from her center.
    “What’s all this, Carmen?”
     
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    Erik stroked the wetness along her folds, but purposely avoided her clit. She whimpered but didn’t speak, and she shuddered with a sob each time he came close to grazing her swollen nub only to pass it by and continue spreading her moisture elsewhere. Dark desire flared within him as he gazed down at the tiny figure draped over his lap, her punished bottom bright red and her slick pussy lips on display.
    “This is very naughty, Carmen,” he said, though he was very pleased by her reaction to his discipline. Of course his scolding only caused her to whimper again as her plump folds glistened with a new surge of wetness.
    “I’m sorry, daddy,” she said, barely a whisper.
    Though he wished to keep teasing her, the need to comfort her was even stronger. Releasing her wrists, he turned her over on his lap and cradled her against his chest. She latched onto him, wrapping her arms around his waist as she buried her head against him. She sniffled, crying softly as he stroked her hair.
    “Shh, sweet Carmen. It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
    “What if we never get off this God-forsaken planet? What if we die here?” Her sobs deepened, her whole body shaking with emotion.
    He hugged her tighter and kissed her forehead. “We will get off this planet. I promise you, Carmen.” His tone was infused with a confidence he didn’t feel, and his gut felt heavy with worry over their future. He hoped he wasn’t lying to her right now. He hoped there really was a way off Vella, but he wasn’t about to voice his concerns to her.
    Gradually, she stopped shaking and her gasping breaths slowed to normal. She peered up at him with a look so trusting his heart ached and the urge to protect her pulsed through him. She belonged to him now, even though he hadn’t actually claimed her.
    “You’re mine, Carmen,” he said. “Whether we’re on Vella, or Earth, or Mars, you belong to me, little one. Always. I will take care of you and protect you, and I… I will love you.” His throat burned, and he swallowed hard as he held her gaze. You can do better than that, Erik . He cupped her face in his hands, brushing away the last of her tears with his thumbs. “What I mean, Carmen, is that I love you.”
    Her lips parted and she stared at him with wide eyes, speechless as the seconds dragged on like hours. A little gasp escaped her, and still she kept looking at him as if he’d just told her he was an alien. “Erik, I-I…” She stuttered and paused, a flush spreading up her neck to flare in her cheeks. He thought