Claimed by the Commander

by Sassa Daniels

  “All will be well, sweetheart,” he assured her as they stepped through the door into the sparse, utilitarian medical room. “This will only take a moment and it will be done entirely in private.”

  With a teary smile, Caroline nodded her head. She tensed as the doctor approached, the same obnoxious little man who’d examined her before, and then relaxed as a huge sigh escaped her.

  “Good girl,” Andrew murmured approvingly.

  “Mrs. Rossingham.” The doctor addressed Caroline with more respect than he had done previously and Andrew felt his heart swell with pride that this beautiful young woman now bore his name. “Please step over to the table, raise your skirts, and bend over.”

  Andrew walked with her to the table and stood by her side as she followed the doctor’s instructions without question. Good. It seemed she was learning. She gathered her skirts up around her waist and leaned forward, supporting herself on her elbows on the smooth leather surface of the examination table she’d been bound to only two days ago. Andrew took her hand and gently stroked the back of it with his thumb as the doctor approached, carrying a little black box that looked like a remote control. He clicked a button on it and the chastity device loosened, sliding down her legs to the floor. As the doctor bent to pick up the metal belt that had kept her sex confined, Caroline wiggled experimentally, apparently getting used to its absence.

  “That was painless,” Andrew commented, giving her a broad smile.

  “It was,” Caroline agreed, as though she could scarcely believe it had been as easy as all that to remove the wretched thing.

  “Now for the dilator.” The doctor stepped a little closer, snapping latex gloves onto his hands as he did so. “I must warn you, Mrs. Rossingham, that now it’s expanded fully, removing it may be a little uncomfortable.”

  In response to the look of desperation in Caroline’s eyes, Andrew stepped in between her and the doctor.

  “I’d like you to leave.” The command was voiced as a request.

  The doctor opened his mouth as though to protest but Andrew got his next words in before the other man could speak.

  “The dilator is simply a fancy type of butt plug, is it not?”

  “Erm, yes,” the doctor replied.

  “Well, in that case, removing it should not give me any trouble.”

  “If that is what you would prefer.” The doctor sounded put out. No doubt he’d hoped to get his hands on Caroline’s delectable body again but there was no way Andrew was going to allow that to happen.

  “It is.” His response was firm. “Now, leave.”

  All pretense of politeness was gone and, sensing the dangerous undertone in Andrew’s voice, the doctor quickly scurried from the room. As soon as the man was gone, Andrew wrapped his arm around Caroline’s slender waist and kissed her neck. His hand fought its way past the bunched-up material of her skirts and he slid his fingers between her legs. Finding the swollen bud of her clitoris, he circled it lightly, smiling to himself as Caroline groaned and rocked back against him, a gush of moisture flooding her pussy as he pressed harder.

  “Is this wetness all for me, sweetheart?” His words came out in a growl.

  Caroline blushed prettily as she pushed back against him in silent answer to his question. While he continued to tease her clit with one hand, he slid the other around to find the base of the dilator, nestled between her butt cheeks. He pushed gently on it and Caroline moaned as his actions forced her up onto her toes.

  Taking the base of the plug between his fingers, he pulled gently, rotating it slightly as he did so, until it began to slide out of her bottom. Although it was well lubricated, as the widest part of the object began to pass through the tight ring of muscle it met with some resistance and Caroline scrabbled wildly at the table as though trying to find something to grasp onto.

  “Relax, Caroline,” Andrew urged her, his fingers teasing her pussy to distract her.

  She gave a long, slow breath and he gradually drew the dilator out of her rear passage. He grinned approvingly as her cheeks flushed with increased arousal, listening to the little moans and gasps that told him she was becoming more and more turned on. When the last inch of the thick black plug was removed, Caroline moaned in a manner that pleased Andrew and then pressed herself back against him, rubbing her bottom against him in an obvious invitation.

  “You are certain?” he asked, already unzipping his pants to free his fully erect manhood.

  “Yes,” Caroline said breathily. “I want you to do it now.”

  “What do you want me to do now, sweetheart?” He waited for her response, knowing that if he had read her wrong and she didn’t reply as he expected, his balls would probably explode. Although he fully intended to take her anally, frequently in fact, he would wait until she was ready for the first time if he had to.

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Where?”

  She shook her head slowly and, for a moment, he thought she might lose her courage but then she spoke.

  “My bottom,” she said with a wince that spoke of her discomfort in asking. “Please, Andrew, fuck my bottom.”

  Scarcely able to believe that she had, once again, taken the initiative and that she was so willing to do this now, Andrew growled and reached between her legs, drawing some of the moisture from her pussy to spread around her anus, already well lubricated from the gel secreted by the dilator she’d worn inside of her. Andrew lowered his pants and took his long, thick cock in his hand, pumping his fist up and down three or four times before positioning himself behind her. She gasped as the head of his shaft breached her tight little hole. Caroline glanced over her shoulder, panic flaring in her big green eyes as he began to push into her. He wondered if she might protest now that she realized he was, indeed, larger than the plug had been, but she simply braced her arms against the table and waited for him to enter her fully. The dilator had done its job in preparing her and, after overcoming the initial resistance, he slid deeper into the stretched channel. As he bottomed out inside her, she sighed with what he took to be contentment.

  “Such a good girl for letting me in,” Andrew praised her.

  Caroline’s response was a groan of pleasure as he began to fuck her slowly, thrusting in and out with a gentle rhythm. With one hand splayed across her stomach and the other exploring the wet heat at her core, he enjoyed the sight of his cock moving between her gloriously rounded bottom cheeks. She was wonderfully tight, a perfect fit for him and her rear channel seemed to caress his steely shaft as he fucked her. Pulling her back against him, he began to pound more vigorously. Caroline whimpered and wriggled as though in need of relief. Understanding exactly what it was she desired, Andrew ran his finger around her clitoris in circles, pressing firmly against her moist pink flesh to elicit delightful little moans as she squirmed in his arms. Sinking deep within her rear, he grunted, the sounds coming from him animalistic as he fucked her harder, his control close to the breaking point as something primal struggled to get loose.

  Unable to hold back as her moans assailed him, he drove in and out of her like a man possessed. As he slipped a finger inside her slick, wet pussy, her inner walls began to clench around him. Feeling the first waves of her orgasm building, his cock swelled. He pushed into her hard and stilled as his own release overtook him. Throwing his head back with a triumphant roar, he spilled his seed inside her. Sliding a hand up to cup her breast, he pinched her erect nipple. Shrieking her pleasure, Caroline reached her peak and joined him as, together, they fell over the edge into violent ecstasy.

  * * *

  Caroline might not know her new husband very well yet but she could tell from the almost imperceptible tic in his jaw that he was becoming irritated with President Hall as he prattled on endlessly about future trade deals he hoped Andrew would help to negotiate. Every fiber of her being screamed out at her to tell the old fool to shut his mouth but, knowing that doing so would likely earn her a spanking from Andrew an
d possibly cause problems for both of them with the High Council, she held her tongue.

  Taking a sip of the water she’d been given to drink while the men around her enjoyed glasses of a fine Taar-Breckian wine, she kept her eyes trained on the floor in front of her, not wanting to give anyone cause to criticize her behavior. There was a general air of hostility in the room and she knew that Andrew felt it too, as he’d asked Bryn and Taryn to stay close.

  As she stood there in silence, her mind drifted back to what she and Andrew had just done in the medical examination room and it brought a blush to her cheeks. She had no idea what had come over her lately, why she was so eager to offer herself up to this man. Whenever he got close to her, every part of her body seemed to spark into life. She’d felt such a deep, sensual ache when he removed the dilator, touching her body so intimately, that she’d had an irresistible need to be filled by him. She knew that she had both pleased and utterly confused Andrew with her willingness to indulge in such naughty sexual acts when she was still a virgin in the conventional sense.

  For reasons she couldn’t even begin to rationalize, she still felt a little nervous about her wedding night. It seemed silly after all the things she’d already done with Andrew but she couldn’t dismiss the fluttering in her stomach as she thought about how intimate it would be for their bodies to be joined together in that way.

  Shaking off her thoughts, she glanced up as a flustered-looking official came hurrying up to President Hall and whispered something in his ear. When he left, the older man turned to Andrew, a perplexed frown on his face.

  “It seems that several single pilot Taar-Breckian fighters have moved into our airspace,” he said.

  “Yes.” Andrew seemed unperturbed by the news. “They are part of my fleet, forming a guard of honor for me and my new bride.”

  “I see.” President Hall looked uneasy. “This is part of some tradition, is it?”

  “Yes, my men wish to show the proper respect to their new princess.”

  Startled to hear herself referred to in that way, Caroline looked up at Andrew and blinked several times until her astonishment subsided and she found herself able to speak.

  “Princess?” she queried.

  “Of course, my love. I am the grandson of King Aldren and as you are now a cherished member of our family, my mother tells me he would like to bestow upon you the title of princess. Did I not mention that before?”

  Caroline shook her head, suspecting that he knew quite well that he hadn’t said a word about her new royal status, no doubt having intended to reveal it at the time best suited to his own purposes. She had known, of course, that his mother was a Taar-Breckian princess but it had not occurred to her that it would lead to such an honor for her.

  “Yes, my dear, you will be shown the greatest respect by our people.” The glint in his eye told Caroline he was enjoying stirring things up as President Hall appeared to have gone quite green around the gills. “And while naturally your obedience to me will be required, you will enjoy considerable freedoms on Taar-Breck.”

  Barely able to conceal his disapproval on hearing that she was not going to be treated as harshly as he’d imagined, President Hall gruffly excused himself and walked off to confer with Lord Barron, who’d been glaring at them from the other side of the room since they arrived at the reception.

  “Oh, dear,” Caroline remarked. “I don’t think he was very happy.”

  “I really don’t give a damn if he is or not,” Andrew said dismissively. “But I think we should probably leave soon. The transport ship has already delayed its journey for two days in order that we might board.”

  As Caroline gave an involuntary grimace, Andrew looked at her quizzically.

  “What is it, sweetheart?”

  “Just a bit nervous about traveling,” she admitted. “I’ve never really been anywhere outside of New Cambridge.”

  Given that more than three quarters of the planet had been destroyed by successive wars, very few people had ever ventured outside of the city limits. Those who did tended to be the men who joined the interplanetary air force to safeguard their borders alongside the Taar-Breckians. Women were generally only granted passage out of the city if, like Caroline, they were accompanying their husband, and that was a rare occurrence.

  Andrew smiled indulgently at the worried expression on her face and pulled her into his arms for a reassuring hug.

  “It will be fine, sweetheart. Once you get used to it, you’ll barely notice the ship is moving.”

  “If you say so,” Caroline said with a note of skepticism.

  “I do.” He stepped back from her. “Now, I need to speak to Bryn and check that our shuttle is ready for departure.”

  As he walked away from her, Caroline took another sip of her water and watched him go, clearing a path through the crowd of other men. He cut an impressive figure, her husband. She smiled at that thought. As much as she was his, he was now hers. It was incredible how quickly her life had changed. Three days ago, it had not even crossed her mind that she might marry but, looking at the broad shoulders and firm buttocks of her husband, she was starting to like the idea. Provided, of course, he kept that damned vicious paddle of his under lock and key. Being spanked with that particular implement was not something she would forget in a hurry. She would just have to behave herself in the future, she supposed.

  As she stood there, dutifully waiting for Andrew to return, she started to feel really conspicuous, the only woman amongst dozens of less than friendly men. Her heart dropped as she noticed Lord Barron approaching fast. With no obvious means of escape, there was nothing she could do but stand there as he marched up to her, his face like thunder. At least she knew he couldn’t harm her with Andrew and Bryn just across the room and Taryn hovering somewhere nearby.

  “Lord Barron.” She greeted him with as much civility as she could muster.

  “You may have evaded justice, you wretched little slut,” he hissed without preamble, “but I promise you neither your sister nor your friends will be so lucky. We have agents out there tracking each and every one of them down and they will pay for their treachery against the state.”

  “None of my friends has done anything wrong.” Caroline fought to keep her voice steady.

  “Nothing wrong? We have just learned of a plot to abduct a member of the High Council and hold him for ransom.”

  Caroline shook her head vigorously. None of the women in the Hyde Ladies’ Circle had ever so much as mentioned doing something like that, not even hypothetically. She couldn’t imagine any of them going so far and yet, there were times when some of her friends had expressed views that had been a little extreme for her tastes and, now that she thought about it, Elizabeth had been acting in a very restless manner recently.

  “That can’t be true.” Her protest sounded weak even to her own ears.

  Suddenly recalling how her sister had railed at her less than a week ago for not doing more to change her lot in life, Caroline was overcome with fear that Elizabeth might be involved in the plot. She slumped back against the wall, her hands trembling so violently she splashed some of her water down the front of her wedding gown. Just as she thought her legs might give out beneath her, Andrew appeared at her side and wrapped his arm around her waist.

  “Is there some problem here, Lord Barron?”

  “Not at all, Commander,” he replied pleasantly. “In fact, I was just about to share some good news with your lovely bride.”

  “And what might that be?” Andrew asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

  “I have been appointed as ambassador to Taar-Breck.” Barron’s whole face was alight with mischief. “I shall be joining you on your journey home.”

  As he walked away, Caroline shuddered in dismay at the thought of having that terrible man on the same transport as them. She could only hope it was a very large ship because the thought of running into Lord Barron was more than she could bear.

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p; Chapter Nine

  Whatever anxieties Caroline might have had about space travel, they were doused the moment she found herself securely fastened into the passenger seat of the small, two-person shuttle that was to take them to the much larger transport ship that was waiting far beyond Earth’s atmosphere for their arrival. Andrew piloted the craft himself and watching him deftly keying information into the computer and then taking hold of the controls with such confidence put her at her ease. There was only a tiny jolt as they first lifted off, which made her stomach lurch and then it was a smooth, if somewhat rapid ascent past the ceremonial lines of Taar-Breckian fighters to the waiting spaceship.

  If Caroline had any complaint about the shuttle ride, it was that it had been too brief. Within minutes of taking off from the space port outside New Cambridge, they’d already docked and disembarked on the passenger transport. Feeling her legs a little wobbly beneath her as she began to walk across the landing bay, she was grateful when Andrew put his arm around her waist, seeming to understand that she needed support.

  “Ah,” he remarked as they made their way across the rather sparse, industrial-looking space that Caroline hoped was not indicative of the style of accommodation they would occupy whilst traveling. “The captain and his mate have come to welcome us on board.”

  Caroline’s brow furrowed as she spotted the man of typically massive Taar-Breckian stature and a tall, slender woman with stunning blue eyes and the most incredibly flowing white hair coming toward them. She gasped as she realized that the woman was wearing exactly the same uniform of black trousers and silver tunic as the man wore, something that would never be allowed in New Cambridge.

  “Commander Rossingham, it’s an honor to have you on board.” The captain offered a deferential bow before turning to Caroline. “And we are delighted to welcome your beautiful bride.”