Page 84 of Darkest Desire
“You wish you could? Why can’t you?” she demanded.
Sirex sighed and withdrew his hands.
“Because I don’t trust myself. I’m afraid if I was Bonded to a female, the Scourge side of me would come out—perhaps even take over entirely,” he growled. “I’m afraid I would eventually hurt any mate that I took.”
“Because you think you’re a ‘Broken One’—right?” she asked, frowning.
“I don’t just think it—after this last mission I know it,” Sirex said heavily, rising to sit beside her on the couch.
“Why? Because you spanked me?” she demanded, turning to face him.
“No, because I enjoyed spanking you,” he admitted in a low voice. “I enjoyed punishing you. Only a Broken One would enjoy that—punishing a female.”
“Did it ever occur to you that I enjoyed it too?” she demanded.
“What?” he frowned at her. “What do you mean?”
“Just what I said. My pussy was wet as hell after that spanking and I think you know why—because I like punishment as much as you do!”
“No, you don’t,” Sirex growled.
“Yes, I do. People do enjoy this kind of thing you know—we humans even have a name for it—BDSM. There are clubs where you can go to practice it on Earth.”
Sirex frowned.
“That doesn’t do a damn thing to change my mind—I know what bastards human males can be. I’ve heard how they rape and beat their females whenever the desire takes them!”
“Not all human males do that,” she protested. “And anyway, true BDSM is all about safe, sane, and consensual sex…damn it, you’re not hearing a word I’m saying, are you?”
Sirex shook his head. If she thought she was going to convince him he wasn’t a Broken One by offering examples of humans who clearly were also Broken, she was wrong.
“The Kindred don’t punish their women,” he said. “And they certainly don’t take pleasure in punishment.”
“What if the woman in question deserves a punishment? What if she wants to be punished?” Phoebe demanded.
She rose from the couch and for a minute, he was afraid she was going to storm out of his suite. He couldn’t let her do that—he might not be sure about breeding her himself, but he was damn sure not going to let any other male do it! Just the thought of Phoebe with another male made a low, possessive growl rise in his throat.
Reaching for her arm, he pulled her back towards him.
“Where exactly do you think you’re going?”
“Nowhere, Sir,” she snapped, a defiant light in her eyes.
She pulled free of his grip and turned to face him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she threw a leg over his and straddled him. Before Sirex knew it, she was in his lap, looking challengingly into his eyes.
“Phoebe? What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.
“Giving you a reason to punish me, Sir,” she purred and began to unbutton her blouse.
Sirex tried not to look as her beautiful full breasts were exposed, but it was a losing battle. Especially when the silver rings in her tight, berry-dark nipples appeared.
“Punish me, Sir,” Phoebe went on, thrusting her breasts in his face. “I think you should. Wouldn’t you agree that I’m being a very bad girl?”
Something inside him seemed to give way. Grabbing her arms, he pulled them behind her back. Imprisoning both her wrists in one of his own large hands, he glared at her.
“I won’t be taunted into acting like a Broken One,” he growled. “I had to spank you in the palace to keep you from an even worse fate. But I have no reason to do it now.”
“How’s this for a reason?” Phoebe rubbed herself against him, her skirt rising up so she could press her pussy against the aching ridge of his larger shaft. Because yes, Gods damn it—he was fucking hard, even though he didn’t want to be!