His Pet Tries To Run Away

Maxim awoke in the middle of the night to an insistent vibration and Isri’s dulcet tones growing ever louder as he slept through her initial warnings.

“What is it, Isri?”

“Sir, your pet is attempting to leave via the front door. Should I allow her access?”

“No,” Maxim growled. “Absolutely not.”

Sabine really hadn’t gotten the message, apparently. He found her at the door, desperately trying to turn the handle, even though she must have known it wasn’t actually possible to get out. She had both her hands on the handle and was wrenching it hard enough to break something.

“Stop that!” He walked toward her and slapped her hand. Hard.

She gasped and yanked her hand back away from the door.

“Get back to bed. Now!” He thundered the instruction at her. It was not difficult to inject bass into his voice. This girl was trying his very last nerve.

Sabine turned around, drew herself up to her full height, which brought the top of her head roughly somewhere near the middle of his chest, pointed to the door, and glowered at him.

“Let me out!”

Was she serious? After all she’d been through? After having been swindled by street kids and chased by a fleet of drones? After all the time he’d taken explaining matters to her, she still wanted to run out into the electric wilds?

“I am not going to let you out,” he said. “Now stop shrieking.”

She threw herself back at the door, and this time he grabbed her before she could wrench at the handle again. Her fingers just barely wrapped around it as he dragged her away.

“Let me go! Let me out!”

His palm met her ass hard enough to get her attention. Far harder than it had been any other time. A hot red hand print instantly bloomed on her bare skin. She shrieked, predictably, and swore at him using words no princess should know.

“What got into you?” He growled the question as he caught her about the waist, pulling her away from the door. “You were calm when you went to bed.”

“Nothing got into me! I never agreed to work with you! I never agreed to any of this. I want out. You can be my father’s slave, but I don’t want to be. I’m going to keep trying. No matter what you do, I’m going to be free, okay? You can’t stop me. Even if you take me back to Ere, I’m coming back here. I know how to use the gates now. There will be no stopping me.”

She was so determined, so fierce. He couldn’t help but admire her spirit, even though she was making his job significantly harder than it needed to be.

“So, peon,” she said in arrogant tones. “Let me go this instant, or the next time I return, perhaps you will be the one who finds himself captive.”

Maxim did his best not to laugh. Being threatened by a slip of a girl was quite amusing to him, but that did not mean he could allow her to speak to him that way. She had to learn humility, and quickly. He carried her back to his bedroom and sat on the bed, pulling the princess over his thighs. This was going to be a long night for both of them.

“You’re being dramatic, Princess,” he said, giving her another hard swat. “And rude.”

“Ow! And you’re not listening. You said it yourself. The blood of kings runs in my veins, and I will not be held captive a day, no, an hour longer!”

She was very good at giving haughty speeches, but they didn’t count for anything when she was locked over his lap, her slim frame trapped snugly over his thighs. He contemplated just letting her tire herself out then taking her back to bed with him. He was definitely not going to be letting her out of his sight again until they returned to the other world.

“You don’t have any choice, Princess,” he said, keeping his tone calm in an effort to settle her. He smoothed his palm over what had to be sore cheeks and patted her rear lightly. “I know you don’t like this, but I’m trying to keep you safe. If you go out there, you’ll be hurt.”

“Then teach me how not to be hurt! And let me go! Tell my father you couldn’t find me!”

“I am not going to lie to the king,” Maxim said firmly. “And I am not going to take orders from a spoiled little princess. I’ve been about as patient with you as I can be, Sabine.”

“Lies! You’ve hit me for not obeying you. Well, I don’t care. I’m never going to obey you… ow!”

She squealed as he started spanking her again, firm, slow swats that would heat her deserving rear for a long time. This girl needed discipline far more than she needed freedom, she just didn’t know it yet. Maxim did feel sorry for her; having been spoiled and confined had not been good for her. He was not going to make the same mistakes the royal household had. With him, she would discover that punishment was always immediate and proportionate.

“Stop it! Stop it now!”

As desperate as she was starting to sound, she wasn’t begging him. She was trying to give him orders. With her pale hair tossing this way and that, her pretty bottom turning fresh shades of pink, she hardly looked regal, but there was an imperiousness in her tone he was determined to relieve her of.

He kept spanking her until she ran out of orders and started to discover plaintive whimpers. He didn’t make the same mistake he’d made earlier and assume that she was giving in simply because she was getting sore.

With her recklessness and determination becoming more obvious by the hour, he knew he had to establish dominance and quickly. But how? A mere rear warming was not going to undo years of disciplinary neglect, not in a few days. He could beat her more severely, but Savik had not asked for his daughter to be broken in the process of her return, and Maxim was not the type of man to do such a thing to any woman, even a rebellious pain in the rear like Sabine.

He looked down at her squirming female form and noted how her bottom and thighs were blushing prettily. His slaps were starting to catch her lower, and even on her inner thighs as she kicked and squirmed.

The downy lips between her thighs were beginning to flower with a sweet dewy scent that was becoming impossible to ignore. He could see the soft, wet inner lips beginning to emerge from the protection of their outer counterparts, liquid desire smearing his leg.

His body had responded much as hers did, his rod hardening against her hip. His slaps grew more intense, hoping to push her to the point of real contrition, but all he succeeded in doing was making her buck and thrash about more, stimulating her sex and his at the same time as she rubbed and rutted against his bare thigh.

This was the key, he realized as his mind began to cloud with the effects of desire. She could not be whipped into submission, but there was some part of her that emerged strongly under his palm. She was so wet he could see her lips parting as she pressed them against his leg, the hard bud of her clit grinding against his thigh with greedy motions as she moaned and cried.

She let out a squeal of surprise when Maxim pushed her off his knees and onto hers, taking a thick handful of her hair in his hand to control her head as he pulled his cock free. It was rock hard, straining for her body, droplets of pre-cum coating the head of his imposing member.

“Suck me,” he demanded.

Her eyes were wide, but not without interest. He saw her lick her lips and look at his cock with a curious hesitation.

“You shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, hoarse. “My father…”

“Is not here, Princess,” he reminded her, tightening his fingers in her hair. “This is what you wanted. To lose yourself in the world of men. Let’s say I don’t take you back to your father, to your comfortable castle. Let’s say you never see Ere again. You’re at my mercy here. You have no money, no status as anything other than my falsely documented wife. You’re mine, to do with as I please. And right now, I want you to Suck. My. Cock.”

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