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She thought he didn’t want her, and that wouldn’t do. Grasping her hand, he pressed it against his erection, biting the inside of his cheek as he did so to quell a ridiculous urge to hump her hand and…come. Gods preserve him. She was definitely preordained for them.
    “ This is for you, little one.” He pushed her palm hard to his quivering shaft. After an initial attempt to pull back, she curled her fingers against the fabric between them, and he felt her relax a little, although he had to hold himself hard against her touch without embarrassing himself.
    Setting her away from him and again staring into her eyes, he continued, “But we have something to deal with first and then I must get you to your new home before total nightfall. I will not risk you in the dark. Now, hear me clearly.
    “This is a dangerous planet. The only safety is on the farm within designated zones. Or with one or all of us and only with one or all of us. Do you understand?”
    “I think so.” Her voice was halting. “Designated zones or with one or all of you.”
    “Correct. Now, I will reinforce the lesson.” He sat on the chair and motioned to his lap. “Climb over.”
    “What? I mean…why? I haven’t done anything.” She put her hands behind her in a childish gesture and inched away.
    “And you won’t, not with a sore bottom to remind you. The count is ten, and if you don’t obey immediately it will be fifteen and then twenty.”
    Still she hesitated, her lips working against words she choked silent. Her glorious breasts lifted with each agitated breath, and the smooth skin over her abdomen rippled. He exerted all of his control to avoid taking her down on the bed and fucking her until they both passed out.
    “Fifteen now, and you’ll count them.”
    Her eyes filled with moisture. Thorn liked women’s tears when he caused them through pleasure or erotic discipline but found himself quite unmanned in the face of Adara’s despair. Pushing away the foreign emotion he sucked it up and narrowed his eyes at her, then used his Dom voice.
    “Get over my lap. Twenty.”
    Her feet, toenails painted a sprightly shade of turquoise, dragged across the wooden planks as they carried her toward him, although her body obviously leaned in the opposite direction. “Do I get a safe word?”
    Godsdamnit. He kept his face impassive. “That is something we will discuss when with my brothers, Adara, but there is no safe word for a lesson, this reinforcement.”
    Shoulders slumping, she made her final approach with the terror of a small vermin facing a grimalkin that hissed with bared claws and switching tail. Hitching her belly over his thigh, she squirmed across his lap and it took a grind of his teeth against his tongue to calm his cock.
    “I’ll pin your legs between mine this time, Adara, until you are able to keep them in place of your own accord. You may grip my leg or the leg of the chair, but your hands will remain away from your delectable backside to avoid injury to those little, fragile bones. If you place your hands there I will bind you to the bed and use my belt. Are we clear?”
    A muffled agreement reached his ears, and her shoulders lifted against a sob. The long voyage and new environment no doubt contributed to her emotional turmoil, but he had to apply this reinforcement. There was no way they could risk their intended, and she had to be amenable in this regard. Arranging her to his satisfaction and managing not to slip his fingers between her thighs to elicit pleasure, he began.
    His hand dealt the first swat across the fullness of her buttocks, and she gave a little shriek before making the count. He wished he could sensitize her first and perhaps mix pleasure with the pain, but this wasn’t a prelude to sex.
    Each smack elicited a shriek or a sob. She writhed over him and once a hand crept up to protect her tender globes, only to retreat and clasp his calf fiercely, matching turquoise nails digging in to give him a