Sip Of Pleasure
Ravishing His Human Bride by Sue Lyndon
Out Of Print
Zylonn trailed a hand between Nova’s thighs, skimming the part of her he’d just slapped. Her clit. Shame heated her face.
She’d had to hold herself spread wide while he smacked her there, while he’d knelt on the floor eye-level with her pussy. How utterly humiliating. And yet… the aching in her core wouldn’t abate.
She was drenched and so desperate for a climax, she was tempted to reach between her thighs and stroke herself to bliss. Except that sort of behavior was the cause for her current predicament—because she lacked self-control and had touched herself without permission.
“I’m going to spank you now, Nova,” he said, still trailing his fingers through the seam of her nether lips, “to remind you that your pussy belongs to me. Your pleasure belongs to me. And when you touch what belongs to me without permission, I will make you one very sorry little human.”
“Yes, Master. Again, I’m so, so sorry.” She braced herself for the first searing slap, however, the first blow took her by surprise. Because it was so light it barely stung.
He smacked her about ten times, lenient slaps as he alternated from her left cheek to the right one. He paused and caressed a digit through her folds, rubbing moisture over her punished clit.
He stepped back and she tightened her hold on the covers, fearing he was about to let loose with a volley of harder smacks. Yet they never came.
She heard the rustle of clothing and realized he must be getting undressed. Perhaps he meant to forgo using the strap. Perhaps he intended to claim her now. Her pussy clenched with need and her pulse accelerated. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him approaching while fisting his massively hard cock in one hand. Her trepidation heightened. He was so very large and thick.
“Your spanking isn’t over yet, little human. Turn back around and continue holding position. Keep your ass lifted high and your thighs spread wide.”
“Yes, Master.” She obeyed with a whimper, and her legs trembled as she clutched the covers more tightly. The ache in her core was relentless and consuming. Her center undulated of its own accord, seeking friction. Seeking the touch of her master.
He rewarded her with another light caress, though he paid far too little attention to her clit for her liking, and she groaned in frustration when he retracted his hand. He applied four light swats to her ass before pausing again to rub her aching pussy.
“Your bottom is getting nice and pink, little human, but I’m afraid it’s not quite pink enough.” He removed his hand from her center and reached for the dreaded strap.
Her stomach flipped. He’d spanked her rather gently, but would he wield the strap with less restraint?
He moved to stand at her side, and the enormity of his erection pressed against her hip. He dragged the strap down her back and trailed it across her butt cheeks. A shiver rushed through her, and her clit pulsed so hard, she struggled to catch her breath. She was very aware of the fullness of the plug seated in her bottom hole.
“Since you’ve been so obedient thus far, little Nova, I’ll only give you five moderate lashes. However, if you move out of position or reach back to shield your bottom, we’ll start the process over. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” She vowed to remain in position no matter how painful the blows became.
Moderate lashes, he’d promised. Would they be hard enough to make her cry?
She hadn’t done anything to warrant a session with the strap in over two years. He saved it for the most serious of offenses.
Normally, he would consider touching herself without permission to be a severe transgression, however she appreciated that he was taking the difficulty of their time apart into consideration. She appreciated the mercy he was showing her, and her heart swelled with affection for the huge blue alien she called husband.
“Keep holding the covers.” He stepped away, and a second later, he brought the strap down across her bottom. Once, twice, then a third time.
She gasped at the slight sting that spread over her cheeks, but if she were being honest, she would call the lashing more erotic than punishing. He wasn’t even striking her hard enough to bring tears to her eyes.
Of course, there were two left. Perhaps he meant to make the final two hurt more. She held her breath and waited for the final lashes, but he didn’t deliver them immediately.
Instead, he trailed the strap down her back and across her bottom again, causing her to shiver in anticipation.
Oh, how her pussy throbbed and throbbed.
He dragged a hand up her inner thigh, and her eyes widened when she realized what he was doing. He was touching the arousal that had leaked from her core.
“So very wet, little human.”
She whimpered and jutted her center back, trying to encourage him to caress her pulsating clit, but he simply retreated a step and continued trailing the strap along her buttocks and lower back. He also brushed her hair from her face, leaned down, and placed a soft kiss on her neck.
She thrilled at the tender intimacy of the action. He wasn’t finished punishing her, yet he was showing her affection. He was being sweet, and God how she loved him for it.
“I’m debating whether to make the final two lashes hard or gentle.”
He placed another kiss on her neck. “Perhaps you ought to plead for mercy again, Nova.” His deep, resonating voice seemed to vibrate straight to her clit. “Beg me to go light on you. You know how much I like hearing you beg. It makes my cock so fluxxing hard.”
She peered over her shoulder and shot him a beseeching look. As she shifted in place, her bottom clenched down on the plug. “Please, Master. Please be gentle. Please don’t strike me too hard. Have mercy.”
He cupped her pussy and gave it a squeeze. She gasped and undulated against his hand, and shudders of pleasure afflicted her when he delved two fingers into her core and pumped in and out.
Oh God. Oh yes.
Too soon, he removed his hand from between her thighs. She whimpered and trembled in place, awaiting the final two lashes, praying they would be light. Praying that her begging had appeased him.
She heard a faint whoosh, and then the strap cracked lightly across her bottom. She exhaled with relief and found herself lifting her ass higher in anticipation of the final blow. It came just as lightly as the previous one, a sensual slap of leather on her flesh.
The strap landed on the bed beside her, and then she felt the warmth of Zylonn’s huge body as he grasped her hips and pressed his massive appendage to her aching core. Standing on her toes, she arched back to meet his entrance.
She clutched the covers and gasped. Perhaps it was the plug seated in her bottom, or perhaps it was due to her time apart from Zylonn, but she struggled to accept his size. He had to withdraw and push forward a few times.
“Gods, Nova. You’re so fluxxing tight. You feel like an innocent.” He gave one last hard thrust, then his immense thickness was inside her, and he wasted no time in setting a fast rhythm of claiming her pussy.
With each rapid drive, his scrotum smacked heavily upon her clit, driving her to the precipice of bliss. She cried out as pleasure swept over her, an undulating wave of sensual euphoria. As she came, her bottom clenched on the plug, and she gasped at the sensation.
“Good little human.” He slowed his pace for a few seconds and caressed a hand down her back. A minute later, he grasped her hips again and suddenly increased his pace, fucking her hard and fast as his feral growls echoed off the walls.
She’d had to hold herself spread wide while he smacked her there, while he’d knelt on the floor eye-level with her pussy. How utterly humiliating. And yet… the aching in her core wouldn’t abate.
She was drenched and so desperate for a climax, she was tempted to reach between her thighs and stroke herself to bliss. Except that sort of behavior was the cause for her current predicament—because she lacked self-control and had touched herself without permission.
“I’m going to spank you now, Nova,” he said, still trailing his fingers through the seam of her nether lips, “to remind you that your pussy belongs to me. Your pleasure belongs to me. And when you touch what belongs to me without permission, I will make you one very sorry little human.”
“Yes, Master. Again, I’m so, so sorry.” She braced herself for the first searing slap, however, the first blow took her by surprise. Because it was so light it barely stung.
He smacked her about ten times, lenient slaps as he alternated from her left cheek to the right one. He paused and caressed a digit through her folds, rubbing moisture over her punished clit.
He stepped back and she tightened her hold on the covers, fearing he was about to let loose with a volley of harder smacks. Yet they never came.
She heard the rustle of clothing and realized he must be getting undressed. Perhaps he meant to forgo using the strap. Perhaps he intended to claim her now. Her pussy clenched with need and her pulse accelerated. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him approaching while fisting his massively hard cock in one hand. Her trepidation heightened. He was so very large and thick.
“Your spanking isn’t over yet, little human. Turn back around and continue holding position. Keep your ass lifted high and your thighs spread wide.”
“Yes, Master.” She obeyed with a whimper, and her legs trembled as she clutched the covers more tightly. The ache in her core was relentless and consuming. Her center undulated of its own accord, seeking friction. Seeking the touch of her master.
He rewarded her with another light caress, though he paid far too little attention to her clit for her liking, and she groaned in frustration when he retracted his hand. He applied four light swats to her ass before pausing again to rub her aching pussy.
“Your bottom is getting nice and pink, little human, but I’m afraid it’s not quite pink enough.” He removed his hand from her center and reached for the dreaded strap.
Her stomach flipped. He’d spanked her rather gently, but would he wield the strap with less restraint?
He moved to stand at her side, and the enormity of his erection pressed against her hip. He dragged the strap down her back and trailed it across her butt cheeks. A shiver rushed through her, and her clit pulsed so hard, she struggled to catch her breath. She was very aware of the fullness of the plug seated in her bottom hole.
“Since you’ve been so obedient thus far, little Nova, I’ll only give you five moderate lashes. However, if you move out of position or reach back to shield your bottom, we’ll start the process over. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” She vowed to remain in position no matter how painful the blows became.
Moderate lashes, he’d promised. Would they be hard enough to make her cry?
She hadn’t done anything to warrant a session with the strap in over two years. He saved it for the most serious of offenses.
Normally, he would consider touching herself without permission to be a severe transgression, however she appreciated that he was taking the difficulty of their time apart into consideration. She appreciated the mercy he was showing her, and her heart swelled with affection for the huge blue alien she called husband.
“Keep holding the covers.” He stepped away, and a second later, he brought the strap down across her bottom. Once, twice, then a third time.
She gasped at the slight sting that spread over her cheeks, but if she were being honest, she would call the lashing more erotic than punishing. He wasn’t even striking her hard enough to bring tears to her eyes.
Of course, there were two left. Perhaps he meant to make the final two hurt more. She held her breath and waited for the final lashes, but he didn’t deliver them immediately.
Instead, he trailed the strap down her back and across her bottom again, causing her to shiver in anticipation.
Oh, how her pussy throbbed and throbbed.
He dragged a hand up her inner thigh, and her eyes widened when she realized what he was doing. He was touching the arousal that had leaked from her core.
“So very wet, little human.”
She whimpered and jutted her center back, trying to encourage him to caress her pulsating clit, but he simply retreated a step and continued trailing the strap along her buttocks and lower back. He also brushed her hair from her face, leaned down, and placed a soft kiss on her neck.
She thrilled at the tender intimacy of the action. He wasn’t finished punishing her, yet he was showing her affection. He was being sweet, and God how she loved him for it.
“I’m debating whether to make the final two lashes hard or gentle.”
He placed another kiss on her neck. “Perhaps you ought to plead for mercy again, Nova.” His deep, resonating voice seemed to vibrate straight to her clit. “Beg me to go light on you. You know how much I like hearing you beg. It makes my cock so fluxxing hard.”
She peered over her shoulder and shot him a beseeching look. As she shifted in place, her bottom clenched down on the plug. “Please, Master. Please be gentle. Please don’t strike me too hard. Have mercy.”
He cupped her pussy and gave it a squeeze. She gasped and undulated against his hand, and shudders of pleasure afflicted her when he delved two fingers into her core and pumped in and out.
Oh God. Oh yes.
Too soon, he removed his hand from between her thighs. She whimpered and trembled in place, awaiting the final two lashes, praying they would be light. Praying that her begging had appeased him.
She heard a faint whoosh, and then the strap cracked lightly across her bottom. She exhaled with relief and found herself lifting her ass higher in anticipation of the final blow. It came just as lightly as the previous one, a sensual slap of leather on her flesh.
The strap landed on the bed beside her, and then she felt the warmth of Zylonn’s huge body as he grasped her hips and pressed his massive appendage to her aching core. Standing on her toes, she arched back to meet his entrance.
She clutched the covers and gasped. Perhaps it was the plug seated in her bottom, or perhaps it was due to her time apart from Zylonn, but she struggled to accept his size. He had to withdraw and push forward a few times.
“Gods, Nova. You’re so fluxxing tight. You feel like an innocent.” He gave one last hard thrust, then his immense thickness was inside her, and he wasted no time in setting a fast rhythm of claiming her pussy.
With each rapid drive, his scrotum smacked heavily upon her clit, driving her to the precipice of bliss. She cried out as pleasure swept over her, an undulating wave of sensual euphoria. As she came, her bottom clenched on the plug, and she gasped at the sensation.
“Good little human.” He slowed his pace for a few seconds and caressed a hand down her back. A minute later, he grasped her hips again and suddenly increased his pace, fucking her hard and fast as his feral growls echoed off the walls.