by Jaye Peaches
Marco laughed. He was really starting to enjoy her humor. “Yes. It does exactly that. But, don’t joke about it, Freya. I intend to fuck you long and hard, and I mean to take all of you. I have to. I can’t hold back from enjoying all you have to offer.”
The smile wasn’t on her face any longer; she’d replaced it with a serious expression. He tipped her chin up and studied her face, the small things he’d come to notice so quickly—the long lashes of her eyes, which were now dry, and the high cheekbones where the tears had landed. “I so want to fuck you, ever since I made you come. You’ve done something to me, Earthling. Don’t deny it, you feel the same.” He pointed to her leg.
She wouldn’t need to look; she’d feel it on her skin: the long trail of pussy sap making its way down her inner thigh. She had gotten very wet throughout her spanking and even the edge of the strap had failed to deter her lust.
“I… I didn’t intend…” she stuttered.
“Don’t feel ashamed.” He ran his hand down her back. Caresses were necessary to soothe her. He enjoyed the proximity of her bare skin and he savored her scent with a long inhale through his nostrils. He smelt a divine fragrance, which made his cock twitch. “Say yes. Say ‘take me.’ Please. I have to feel my cock fill your pussy.” He lowered his lips again, resuming the firm kisses before trailing them down her neck and capturing a nipple between his lips. He sucked the bud into his mouth, then nipped it with his teeth.
She pushed him away. The abruptness stunned him. What had gone wrong? However, her eyes showed no alarm; instead he detected a mischief in them. She reached forward and picked at his pants, loosening the fastening. His erection sprang free, ready to engorge fully.
“Oh. My. God,” she said quietly, almost to herself.
As usual when so sparked with lust, the head of his cock was pressing against his navel. He grasped the shaft in his hand and held it. The pulse of blood coursing through it thumped against his palm. “Kneel on the floor and take it in your mouth. If you do, I shall know you mean yes. From then on, you’ll be mine and I shall fuck you for however long I desire and how I like.”
She sank to her knees, saving him the agony of rejection.
He stood astride so as to lower his height, gripped his cock in his hand, and directed the swollen tip toward her open mouth. She stuck out her tongue, licked her lips, and tilted her head back.
“You won’t regret this, Freya.” He thrust his cock into her mouth.
* * *
Her whole body shook. It wasn’t a trembling born out of fear or anxiety. Instead, the uncontrollable shivers, which danced from one collection of muscles to another, had their origins in her desperate need for sex. The throbbing lines crossing her bottom had slipped into the deepest recesses of her mind. She’d never believed she could tolerate such a punishment, but she had and by the time he’d reached the last swoosh of the strap, she’d lost the ability to protest. The bindings had helped. Keeping her in place, they’d removed one obstacle of resistance—her inability to keep still.
She’d placed her trust him by agreeing to be tied to his desk. She continued to do so when he declared his intention to fuck her. Exposing his erection, he’d held the swollen shaft in his fist and she’d blinked several times, wondering how it would fit in her narrow tunnel. He wanted to use her in a way no man had ever done before and she doubted she could accommodate that cock in such a tight place.
Yet, when he spoke to her, she’d rallied and realized it was exactly what she wanted from him. Down in the canyon, the pit where she should be toiling hard, there was nothing for her. No ambition, no adventure besides that of surviving, and no sense of self-worth. What shocked her most was that his intention to fuck her made her feel alive again. More than alive; her heartbeats raced and her belly flip-flopped with raw excitement. Her exclamation, which came when she clapped eyes on his cock, was not one of fear, but need. When he told her to kneel and service him with her mouth, he spoke with the familiar air of authority she expected, but also something else. He was desperate, too.
She sank onto her knees and opened her mouth wide.
He plunged his cock into her orifice, but stopped short of her throat. His dimensions seemed huge, necessitating her to drop her jaw low and tilt her head back. He slid out, using the groove of her protruding tongue as his guide, before thrusting forward again with a soft growl. She curled her tongue around the head, fighting to find the space to lick the smooth glans. Spluttering, she gave up. It wasn’t going to be a delicate face fuck. To emphasize the point, he grasped a handful of her hair with one hand and her chin with the other. He swung his hips toward her and in response, she reached out and grabbed his legs, hooking her arms around his meaty thighs. The firm pillars of his muscular legs supported her as he continued to rock in and out of her mouth.
“Good,” he murmured.
The shaking continued unabated even when he permitted her the opportunity to snatch a few breaths. She’d sucked on cocks before, but none had been as hard as Marco’s. The trickle of pre-cum grew thicker and she swallowed the taste, finding the flavor sweeter than she’d imagined. She drew her cheeks in and dragged his member deeper into her throat. Her fever for lust seemed to consume her. A fire was alight inside her loins and she dripped copiously down her thighs. He tugged on her scalp and the sharp tingles resembled tiny electric shocks, adding to the excitement.
Freya glanced up to admire him. Her emotional state switched between being savagely turned on by his demeanor and near panic at her vulnerability. Above her, Marco remained clothed in his dark shirt and pants. He’d not given her an iota of flesh to gaze upon. The imbalance was deliberate, she decided. A reminder she was a prisoner, an alien, a subordinate. This warrior, the ruler of the planet, had her at his mercy. The next wave of shivers felt more like a tsunami racing over her flesh. How much longer would he keep her there, on her knees with an aching jaw, while he slid in and out of her mouth?
He grunted and rested his cock on her tongue. She sucked hard and a spurt of warmth filled the back of her throat. She gagged and swiftly swallowed the offering. His first come. He’d promised her there would be others before he lost his hardness.
He slipped his cock out of her mouth. She flopped against his legs and rested her face against his thigh. He stroked the strands of her hair and muttered something. Her Vendian was good, but perhaps not in the language of eroticism. What had he said to her?
Marco extracted himself from her arms, which were still clinging to his thighs, and she slumped back on her haunches. He fetched her a glass of water and she gulped it down enthusiastically. “Thank you.” She wiped her chin and handed back the glass.
“I’ve not finished,” he reminded her. It was apparent he wasn’t. His cock stood upright and the swollen head shimmered. “Rise, Freya.” He helped her to her feet. The shaking had diminished slightly.
Marco returned to kissing her lips, a hungry display of passion. She enjoyed his tongue darting into her mouth, not as intrusive as his cock and softer. She mirrored his style, offering him her tongue in return and he sucked on it, teasing her with his teeth without actually biting on it. His hands moved everywhere, like a restless army of fingers. He plucked at her nipples, trailed his tickling thumbs along her spine in an exquisite caress or combed his fingers through her hair, forcing her head back. She held on to him for support by crumpling his shirt and anchoring her weight to him.
Sandwiched between them was his erection. It twitched and swayed, keeping its presence in the forefront of her mind, probably his too.
“Please, please,” she begged between kisses. “Please take me.”
“Not yet,” he growled. He forced his hand between her thighs and skated his fingers along her slit until he touched her tender clitoris. “This clit needs my attention first.”
She gasped as he slowly waltzed the tips of his digits around the nub. Drawing her closer, he whispered in her ear. Strange words, new words in the language of Vendian, and she quickly mastere
d them as he translated them with a remarkable knowledge of vulgar English. The dirty talk made her squirm as she discovered the word for cunt and cum amongst others, some of which had no equivalent in English.
Her education completed, he slipped his finger inside her pussy while maintaining the torment of her clitoris with his thumb. “Ask me properly now, Freya.”
“Please. Sir. Please fuck… my… cunt,” she panted in Vendian.
He chuckled. “First you come on my hand.” He drove another finger inside her dripping pussy.
Her legs almost collapsed beneath her as she came. The climax brought on by his expert frigging. She shuttered her eyelids on his sparkling irises and hung in his arms as her pussy was racked with amazing convulsions. Stars and flashing lights flitted before her closed lids and she was unable to catch her breath.
Marco pushed her backwards until her bottom nudged the edge of his desk. He hitched her up onto the top and spread her legs wide, holding them by the ankles. She’d little ability to resist him, not that she wanted to. She arched her back and angled her pelvis, ready for him.
She cried out when he speared her. The entire length of his thickened shaft glided into her pussy without pausing. The friction of his velvety sheath neither hindered nor helped its passage. Her vagina barely had the capacity to take the girth of his erection. He held himself in check as she stretched, then thrust once more until he knocked against her cervix.
The desk was hard and smooth. She’d slid across the surface and he dragged her back toward him. He embraced each of her quivering legs with one of his muscular arms and locked her in place.
“Uh, uh,” she moaned as Marco pounded her. The pummels took her to the brink of her endurance. She’d often fantasized about what a hard fuck meant, now she knew exactly. It was the dance between pain and pleasure. One moment it was too much, the next it was all she desired. The way he ground into her when he slowed his pace, making her feel every inch of his shaft, was delightful, whereas the head of his cock banging into her was less so. However, she didn’t want him to stop, only have him fill her with his cum.
She pleaded with all the new words he’d taught her. She rattled off phrases that had no equivalent in English, things that stoked Marco into even greater action. He grunted with his exertions while maintaining his relentless thrusts.
Freya lost track of time, of the discomforts of the hard table and her sore bottom. She failed to notice the bright sunlight or the view out of the panoramic window behind Marco. Her legs were so weak, she’d no ability to keep them from flopping together. It was Marco who propped her heels against his shoulders and lifted her bottom off the desk to give himself the access he needed to keep fucking her.
“Come. Now,” he ordered. Remarkably, even in the haze of her fuzzy mind, she heard him and obeyed. He’d stroked her g-spot so many times, it was a blessing to have the relief of another orgasm. Not as powerful as the first, but it caused sufficient cramping around his cock that he growled and spurted into her pussy.
He flipped her over and left her bent over the desk with her knees buckled. She rested her hot cheek against the cool surface of the desk. He’d gone to fetch something else from his magical drawer. She heard it open and shut.
An icy coldness splashed over her bottom, then down between her bottom cheeks. She started and her eyes sprang open wide. She twisted onto her side to see what he was doing. He held a bottle of lubricant and squirted a generous amount over his cock. His very erect cock.
“Please be gentle with me,” she murmured breathlessly.
He nodded. “I will. Just lie there. You’re nice and relaxed, don’t tense up.”
She might have been calm when he’d finishing fucking her, but now she was struggled with the temptation to plead clemency and beg him to take her virgin ass some other time.
He fingered her anus, smearing the cool lubricant around her little hole. He eased his thumb inside and she accepted the intrusion without difficulty. Perhaps she could do this. It wasn’t as if he was a novice.
“Good, that’s it, sweetness. Let me in.” He plied her with his fingers, stretching out her sphincter, working her anus open for something bigger.
He rocked his cock along her furrow, back and forth, and occasionally he pressed it against her puckered entrance, testing its readiness. Each time, she tensed and he tut-tutted and eased back.
“This is mine,” he claimed. Whatever he had planned, it would have to involve all of her. She spread her legs wider and straightened her knees. Something about his confidence fed her own.
“Yes,” she murmured. “It is.”
Marco applied more pressure and the head of his cock entered her tight passage. He paused, then inched farther in, stopping and starting, waiting for her to catch her breath and relax again. She hadn’t swooned or screamed. To her amazement, his rod slid deeper, taking her with ease.
The sensation changed. The discomfort, the burning around her anus, eased and was replaced by an incredible fullness.
He leaned over and gripped her waist, using it to help him achieve maximum penetration. “Well done.”
She sighed. He was there, buried to his hilt inside her. Now, he would fuck her, there would be no holding him back. He built gradually, beginning with slow strokes of his shaft from tip to balls, massaging her insides until they grew used to the feeling of his weighty presence.
When she moaned, signaling her pleasure, he picked up the pace. Rather than grip her waist, he shifted his hands to her shoulders and pinned her down. That should have freaked her out, but it didn’t. She loved the feeling of his strength and once again, the immense force of her shaking enveloped every muscle in her body.
Not satisfied with the desk, he slipped out of her. “Up. Stand against the window. Palms on it, legs apart.”
She needed his support as she took up the position. He grasped her hips and directed her to stick her bottom out, while at the same time she arched her back. Before her was the bright world of Tagra and the inhabitants of its arid land. With her propped against the force field, he continued to fuck her ass with no loss of vigor.
This was his power base and she was his girl. She understood his motivations and that it was an elixir to his passions to fuck her in sight of everyone without their knowledge.
Somehow, even though neither her vagina nor clitoris were directly involved, both of them craved release.
“I’m coming, please. I can’t!” she hollered.
He spoke with the same passion, “Yes, do so.”
The orgasm nearly crippled her. She clenched his cock, trying to keep it deep inside her as the spasms echoed throughout her body.
There was no way she could stay upright, not after that tremendous climax.
“Sorry,” she murmured and her knees caved in.
Chapter Seven
Marco drew her onto his lap and she clung onto him until her heartbeats calmed. Somehow—she wasn’t sure how it happened—they’d ended up on the floor with his back resting against the false glass. He stroked her arm and when she glanced up to his face, he was smiling with his eyes closed.
What a fuck that was; she never had such a passionate experience with any man before. Some had been good, attentive to her needs, but most had dipped in and out with little regard or showed any sign of truly understanding what ignited her desires.
What next? Over his shoulder was the penal colony and even from afar, she could see the soldiers marching through the buildings, rounding up suspects. Marco’s clampdown was in full swing and they seemed to be managing without him, but for how long?
She snuggled back down and rested her head on his chest.
“Stay up here,” he said softly. “I don’t want you down there.” He cleared his throat and opened his eyes. “I want you to be my jenjin.”
Jenjin? She didn’t recognize the word. Vendian was a language constructed by combining meaningful sounds. Jin was a feminine version of an object, and jen meant pleasure. She blinked as she conte
mplated how those words came together in a new one. She leaned away from his shoulder. The smile had gone and he looked pensive.
“Jenjin. Your… what? What exactly would I be to you?” she asked.
“You would be the source of all my happiness and pleasure. When I’m with you, I am whole. It is a great accolade to be such a woman to a man.” He cocked his head on one side. “What’s wrong? Why the sad face?”
She’d not realized she’d been frowning. “Oh, I’m delighted you think of me that way, but let’s be clear, you’re talking about sex, aren’t you?”
“Yes, naturally. It is nothing trivial. I don’t want any other prisoner as my jenjin—”
“Others? You can take several prisoners as your… jenjin?” She straightened her back as her aching muscles stiffened.
“If I chose. Everyone posted here has the right to pleasure. It is good for morale. I have chosen you.” He seemed proud of it and smiled again.
Freya slowly climbed to her feet, conscious of her nudity and his cum slipping down her thighs.
“Let me find you a towel.” He leapt to his feet with the energy she didn’t possess and disappeared into a side room. He returned with a cloth. Crouching down, he started to wipe down her legs.
She backed away. “I’ll do it,” she said. She’d spoken sharply, she hadn’t intended to sound so curt. “Thank you,” she added.
When she’d finished tidying herself, she picked up her clothes. “I’ll get dressed.”
“You won’t need those if you stay here. You’ll have finer things to wear, better food, and a comfortable bed to sleep in.”
“And you, I’ll have only you?” she added, stepping into the overall.
“Just me; nobody else will be permitted to touch you.” He picked up his jacket and slipped it on. “Apart from those women assigned to look after you.”
“Servants?” She gaped slightly. What else would there be in a governor’s residence. A proper bedroom and bathroom. She was starting to warm to the idea. Sex with Marco would be demanding, but he’d demonstrated how wonderful and adventurous it could be. The spanking was a distant memory, the welts on her bottom throbbed again, but the reason why they were there was shifting further into the past. If she lived with him, there would be laughter and companionship, somebody to talk to when he finished his work. It might even be possible to forget she was a prisoner and lightyears away from home.
