Her Barbarian Master:Forbidden Love (Alpha Male Master Series Book 2)(9)

By: Maggie Carpenter


"I only went in to help Layla."

"Help her? You mean, help her steal?"

"No, no, of course not. I went up there with her, but I refused to go in. She slipped through the bars of the gate, and I climbed a tree to watch."

"You mean keep watch," Simeon chimed in. "You were her lookout."

"Simeon, that's enough," her father said sharply, "but is he right, Serenity? Were you her lookout?"

"No, not really. I mean, I was just worried. If anything happened I was going to run back here for help."

"But obviously something did happen, and you didn't come back here for help."

"Because Bastian caught her, and he was going to spank her, and I thought if I could explain why she was there trying to get some apples he'd understand and let her off."

"I'm sure he had no interest in what you had to say," her father said grimly.

"No, it was so unfair, and he was pulling up her skirt, and—"

"Pulling up her skirt?" Simeon interrupted wide-eyed.

"One more word from you, Simeon, and you'll be sorry," her father warned.

"Sorry, father," Simeon muttered.

"Go on, Serenity. What happened?"

"He was determined to punish her, but he let down his guard for a minute and we managed to take off. She was much faster than me though, and got to a tree and was able to get away."

"And you got caught?" her mother asked, worry crinkling her brow. "Oh, dear. What did they do to you?"

Serenity felt her already flushed face grow even more red. How could she possibly tell them about the astonishing punishment Killian had inflicted upon her? She couldn't, not any of it.

"Killian, Bastian's son, he scolded me very harshly."

"As well he should have," her father exclaimed. "I'm glad to hear it, and tomorrow you will come with me to visit Layla and talk with her parents about this. Such bad behavior. I'm surprised at you, Serenity."

"It just sort of, uh, happened," she said quietly, and in her best woeful voice, the one that she knew never failed to melt his heart, she added, "I'm ever so sorry, father."

He locked her eyes, then let out a heavy sigh, and she knew she was forgiven.

"You're no longer a young girl. It's time for you to grow up. No more of this reckless behavior. Do you understand?"

"Yes, father. I do understand. I only went with her because I was worried about her."

"If you were worried you should have come to me or your mother."

"You're right. I will next time."

"Go to your room. You must stay there for the rest of the evening, and there will be no sweet pudding for you. I will think of an appropriate punishment."

"Yes, father," she replied, hoping she sounded appropriately contrite.

"I think it's time you and Jakari began to look to your future."

Serenity felt a sudden wave of anxiety.

"I, uh, I'm not sure I'm, uh, ready for that," she stammered, "and even if I was I'm not sure Jakari is the one for me."

"But you two have been spending time together. The word is out around the village. You aren't thinking straight. Go to your room and gather yourself. I've had enough."

Her father's voice had been filled with impatience. Knowing it would be a bad idea to press her luck she rose to her feet and quietly walked away, but as she moved into her tiny room, she couldn't fight the unfamiliar feelings surging through her.

"What's wrong with me? Why can't I push Killian from my thoughts? Why do I feel such need to see him again? Why must I touch myself?"

The family would soon be enjoying their sweet pudding, and unable to resist she laid on her cot, spread her legs, and placed her fingers against her sex. As she urgently massaged her tiny nub, images of his muscled body, his long hair and handsome face, loomed in her mind's eye. She could feel her orgasm building, then abruptly memories of his hot hand spanking her naked bottom, and his thick finger thrusting inside her, burst to life, and she was surrendering to the magical spasms. As the climax waned, and she let herself drift in the residual tingling, she imagined Killian's arms holding her, and his warm whispers in her ear.

"Master," she whispered, "what spell have you cast on me?"