Being called a whore was repugnant and revolting. Yet, I couldn’t deny the strange allure when he said it in that deep, husky voice. No other man could have ever dared to use such a derogatory term for me.
Only the Mountain God could have done it. From him, that word felt like a forbidden temptation.
Lying across his lap, my bare bottom exposed to the cool room air, was both mortifying and exhilarating. His muscular thighs, encased in some sort of leather pants, didn’t conceal the flexing of his powerful muscles against my belly and hips.
“Mm… Mountain God, please—”
“Ronan,” he corrected, his hand gently caressing my backside.
“R… Ronan?” A mix of surprise and confusion swirled in my stomach as his large hand began to explore my bare bottom.
“Ronan,” I managed to say, “you don’t have to do this.”
He took my hands and pulled them behind my back, holding them in his firm grip. I let out a small cry when his tail slithered forward and wrapped around my ankles, keeping my feet together.
The only thing that eased my discomfort was the tantalizing sensation of his hand smoothing over my bottom.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, princess?” His touch lightly traced from one side of my bottom to the other. “We both know you were pushing me to react. Weren’t you?”
My heart was pounding so hard, I was sure he could feel it against his thighs. Something hard pressed against my hip, and my mind was buzzing with anticipation.
Despite how tired I should have been, I was wide awake and practically trembling under the dragon god’s control.
He lightly spanked my bottom, and I let out a yelp.
“Aren’t you going to answer, princess?”
“Mm,” I moaned, squirming on his lap.
“That’s not an answer.”
He gripped my bottom, pulling it slightly. His claws could easily cut through my skin, but he was careful, treating me as if I were fragile despite the situation.
“Yes,” I gasped.
His hand stilled on my bottom. “Yes, what?”
“Yes… I was provoking you.” I could feel my face burning with embarrassment at having to admit that.
“As a rule, I don’t like to give naughty little brats what they want. But I find my new wife is in need of a lesson, don’t you think?” His words stripped away my defenses, pushing me toward submission.
But I’d never been good at obeying, not my mother, my governess, or my king father. I didn’t think I’d be any better at it now.
I’d already figured out his intentions from the way he’d treated me in the woods. Even if I hadn’t, with his hand and tail binding me helplessly over his lap and one hand poised over my bottom, I could guess what was coming next.
His hand traced the curve of my spine, over my hip, and down to my bottom. He chuckled darkly as my toes instinctively pushed against the ground, lifting my bottom slightly.
“Answer me,” he growled when I remained silent. “Does my wife deserve to be punished for provoking me?”
A wave of arousal soaked my already wet underwear. If he looked, he’d see everything he needed to know.
Part of me wanted to push myself free and escape. But another part of me, the part that was dangerously aroused, kept me silent.
“Yes,” I squeaked.
The god had warned me several times since he’d first caught me. I should have known what was coming when I felt a gust of wind and a swift hand landed on my bottom.
I flinched. He rubbed a warm hand over my stinging skin.
“Good girl for answering honestly,” Ronan’s voice was like a spark igniting a fire within me, and I melted.
Being in such a vulnerable and exposed position forced me to confront my situation. Naked, draped over a dragon god’s lap, his hand on my bottom to deliver punishment. I’d never felt so exposed before.
“You deserve this, princess. Just remember that later.”
As pain spread across my bottom, I thought about how cruel and humiliating this punishment was. But it was also strangely effective, making my body tense with anticipation.
“You horrid beast!” I shouted, squirming against his hold.
He tightened his grip on my wrists, chuckling. Cold air brushed against my burning skin before the next hit landed.
“Mouthy for a princess in your position, aren’t you?” His hand smoothed over my bottom. He ran his knuckles down the backs of my thighs, making my legs shake.
I bit my lip when his claws traced my inner thighs.
A cry of protest escaped my lips. Red-faced and scowling, I trembled on the dragon’s lap. But I squeezed my legs together, at the mercy of the lesson he was teaching me.
Ronan lightly spanked my bottom, then groped it as if he owned it—examining his new possession. He grabbed my underwear, pulling it tight so it pressed into my wet pussy.
A low, pleased hum echoed from his chest as he explored the wet lips of my pussy against the lace. The friction against my throbbing sex was driving me crazy.
“What are you begging for, wife? Hm?” His hand skimmed my bottom, teasingly avoiding my aching center. “I’ve barely started your punishment and you’re dripping for it. I quite like that.”
Without wasting any time, another heavy smack followed.
A startled cry slipped from my lips, the sting of his slap still lingering. The heat of embarrassment spread between my thighs, a sensation I couldn’t ignore.
His hand gently massaged the tender skin, as if trying to soothe the pain he’d inflicted.
I fought the urge to pull away from his grip. His tail was wrapped around my ankles, leaving me with little room to move except for my toes.
I squirmed, feeling small and vulnerable as he held me on his muscular thighs, forcing me to endure his punishment.
Out of the corner of my eye, I finally saw his face. His expression was a mix of amusement and determination. When I squirmed again, pressing subtly against the hardness in his lap, his lips parted in surprise.
It was a small reaction, but it felt like a victory when he held all the power.
Another slap landed, reigniting the heat on my backside. Despite my small act of defiance, Ronan had no intention of letting me off the hook. He continued his punishment, each slap stinging more than the last.
Each slap sent a wave of pain through me, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. The pain spread from my reddening cheeks to the sensitive nerves between my legs. Just when I thought he was done, another slap landed, harder and louder than the last.
I tensed, my body shaking, as I let out a series of pitiful yelps.
“Please! Ah—Ronan, please!” I cried out, a strange sensation building in my chest.
“Are you going to learn your lesson, princess?” he asked, his voice teasing.
“Fuck you, you big lizard! I’ll skin you alive and wear your hide like snake-skin boots!” I threatened, but he only laughed in response.
His hand moved between my thighs, causing me to gasp. My threats died on my lips.
“You’ll find that good things come to those who behave. If you continue to disobey, things will only get worse.”
His hand returned to my thighs, gently prying them apart. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat. I squirmed, trying to resist his touch.
But when his fingers brushed against my soaked underwear, all resistance left me. I spread my legs wider, silently encouraging him.
His touch made me forget my embarrassment, my pain, my tears. I could almost see him examining the red handprints on my backside, his fingers teasing the edge of my underwear.
I wanted to beg for his forgiveness, to promise to be good for him. I wanted to squeeze my legs together, to escape the aching need inside me.
I wanted to cry and beg and plead and promise to be his good girl.
I turned my head, meeting Ronan’s gaze. He looked proud of the marks he’d left on me.
“Are you going to be good for me?” he asked, his finger tracing my wet slit.
I shivered at his touch, squirming in his lap. His smirk widened.
“Be a good, obedient, sweet little wife for me, princess, and I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted,” he said.
Before I could respond, two more slaps landed on my backside. The pain reached deep into my bones. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. His eyes were dark and satisfied.
“Answer me.”
“Yes!” I cried out, the word escaping like a bird set free.
“Yes, what, princess?” His finger returned to my core, teasing me through my wet underwear.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I’ll be good for you. I’ll be a good girl.”
“Perfect,” he purred. “Now will you let me take care of you, princess? If you behave, I’ll take such good care of you.” His words sent a shiver down my spine, his finger hovering over my throbbing clit.
“Yes, please,” I whimpered. “I’ll be your good girl. I’ll be such a good girl for you, please…”
“All right, shush, that’s all right.” He continued to stroke my aching core. “I’m going to make it all better now.”
With a snap of his fingers, I heard the sound of water filling the large stone bathtub across the room.
