Page 25 of Quest for her Knights (The Lost Souls of Dyconia #5)
Still holding my wrist, Ranger pulls me forward. Before I can react, I’m lying across his knees, my ass in the air.
“What are you doing?!” I ask, mortified. Yet I don’t try to get away. I must be frozen in shock .
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Blaze warns, as Ranger’s warm hand skims down my back, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
“I’m not going to do anything she doesn’t want. If I’m not mistaken, I believe she said something about liking a little light spanking.”
“Oh god,” I mumble, my face turning bright red as I bury it in my hands. Figures he’d remember my outburst at Ravenbrook. I’d hoped they’d forgotten that part. It was embarrassing enough explaining what a dom was, I didn’t even want to contemplate explaining BDSM to these overprotective men.
“Not too light, or she’ll just disobey you again,” Draven says, surprising me. From where he’s sitting, he may have a pretty good view of my ass. I just hope my nightdress is long enough to cover everything.
“Elora?” Ranger says, using my first name, for once.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble, my head hanging down in embarrassment.
“I need you to understand that I give you commands with your best interest at heart.” I don’t respond; he didn’t ask a question. A sudden smack on my left ass cheek makes me yelp in surprise. It doesn’t exactly hurt, but it definitely catches me off guard. I didn’t think he’d actually do it.
“Did you hear me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I mutter quickly.
“Good. Now tell me you understand.”
“I understand.”
“Good girl.”
Ah, fuck. Why’d he have to go and say that?
What woman can resist a man like Ranger calling her a good girl, especially when she’s draped over his knees? My core tightens instantly, and I hope this is almost over. If I start to get damp and either Ranger or Draven notices, I’ll be mortified.
“Now, I want to make sure you understand that I’m doing this for your safety.” He spanks me again, then demands, “Tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” I pant out, my mind starting to jumble from all the stimulation.
“Will you obey me the next time I give you an order?” I don’t answer quickly enough, and he spanks me again, making me squeak in surprise.
“Y-yes!”
“Will you listen without giving us sass when we tell you to do something?”
“Probably not,” I tell him honestly. His hand comes down again, right in the center, and his fingers almost graze my sensitive area. I try not to whimper as my core tightens in awareness of how close he is to touching me there. Just a couple inches lower, and he could sink his fingers into me.
He spanks me again, and I think I hear him chuckle when he says, “At least you’re honest. ”
His fingers trail around my ass as he asks, “Tell me you’ll listen to us.”
This time, he doesn't even wait for my reply before spanking me, making me cry out my answer, “Yes!”
“Tell me that you know I am in charge of your safety,” he commands with another spank.
I’m starting to think he’s forgotten to wait for my answers before spanking me as I groan out a reply. “Yes.”
His hand suddenly comes down again, and I squeak in surprise. He hadn’t even asked a question.
This time he keeps his hand there and slowly rubs a large circle around where he just slapped me. “That was for disobeying me and jumping. You get nine more. Do you understand?”
My hands grip his lower leg for support as I wait for the next one. It comes quickly, and he immediately asks again, “Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, sir.” I squeeze my eyes shut tight, wishing that word hadn’t slipped out. But if I’m gonna blame anyone for that, it’s definitely his fault.
“Good girl. Now, nine more.” Before I can complain that he already did one, he spanks me again, nine times in quick succession, alternating a cheek each time.
I press my lips together, trying to hold in my groan.
There is a slight sting to the spanks, but more than anything, they feel good.
Real good. My clenching pussy seems to agree all too eagerly, pushing me towards an edge I don’t want to fall off right now.
Not here, while over Ranger’s knee. A man I’m starting to really care for, who doesn’t return my affection.
While the other three men I care for watch.
I‘m relieved when it’s over, my pussy so close to orgasm, one wrong move might send me hurtling towards it. He presses one hand between my shoulder blades, keeping me secured to him, while the other rubs soothing circles around my ass.
I can feel myself panting heavily, as I pray for my body to start calming down quickly, but his hands shift lower and his fingers all but graze my clit, making me jolt against him.
His hand pulls away, and before I can let out a breath of relief he brings it down, a little harder this time, right where his fingers just grazed me.
It sends me flying over the edge, as my orgasm explodes from me. I cry out for a split second before I slap my hand over my mouth, silencing my reaction. Although with the way my body is shaking, I don’t think I’m fooling anyone.
His hand grips my hip as he holds me steady, and when my body finally stops convulsing, I’m suddenly hit with absolute mortification. I just came in his lap, while the other three watched. My face starts to burn, and I know if they could see my face, I would resemble a tomato.
To make matters worse, it’s broad daylight, and there is no escaping them.
Just when I think things can’t get any worse, Ranger abruptly grabs me by the waist and lifts me up, setting me on my feet. As soon as I’m steady, he jumps up and walks away so quickly he’s almost jogging.
If it were possible to burst into frames from complete humiliation, I’m sure I’d be surrounded by fire right now. Ranger must be so disgusted by my reaction to him spanking me, he couldn’t stand to be near me any longer.
Fuck, what have I done? How will I ever look any of them in the eye ever again?