Learning to Blush: Swarii Brides, Book Two

by Korey Mae Johnson

  She put her hands up, trying to slow him down and gain control.

  Was this really going to happen? Was the first time she made love to Thorton going to be on a table around recently shot bodies and a bunch of drunks and prostitutes?

  Thorton pushed her hands off of his chest and grabbed her legs and tugged her groin towards his, leaving her flat on her back. He didn’t even bother trying to unbutton her shorts—he just ripped them off at the seams as if the cloth was really papier-mâché.

  Yes—this was definitely going to happen. Unless Penny brought him back to sanity! “Thorton, maybe we should—”

  “Do what I say,” he growled in a voice she could barely recognize as his. “Spread your legs, female!”

  She did everything she could, instead, to keep her legs together. Her efforts were useless; he was prying them apart even as she was trying to clench them together. “Thorton! There’re people!” she hissed. “We can't do this here! Stop it!”

  He didn’t seem to even hear her, he just snapped his gloves off and ran them down each side of her torso.

  Suddenly he turned his head, raised his blaster and shot a man who was stepping close to them with a gun in his hand.

  Penny shot up into sitting and looped her arms around him, startled and shrieking. Thorton put the gun on the table and then pushed her back down, promptly releasing himself from her mad grasping.

  He was acting like nearly being killed, and subsequently killing a man, was only an annoyance. Remaining horrified, his aggravating, firm movements silenced her until all she could do was stare at him with disbelief as he freed his manhood from his trousers. Then she looked down at it.

  It—his Greek-God penis. A cock, if you will. She had rarely had sex with anyone much over 18, at least not that she remembered, and so this was a shock. Thorton was all man—from the love-trail of hair that led to the bush around his protruding phallus, which had the most perfect mushroom head she'd ever seen—porn movies included— yet was thicker and longer than anything she’d had up inside of her so far.

  Her thighs pressed together again in response and she tried to back away from him by wiggling down the table.

  He grabbed and pulled at her legs again and then grabbed her mound, sticking his thumb into her wetness. “You’re ready for me, Female,” he said in a very caveman-like way.

  Female? Alright, suddenly Thorton seemed very alien. Or at least he was acting very alien, one who was very determined to fuck the daylights out of her!

  She bit her lip as she watched him guide himself to her entrance. She was well-lubricated; it was as if her body had no idea what her eyes were seeing. Her body responded with blissful obedience not to herself, but to Thorton.

  Still, she fully contemplated that he was not going to fit into her easily. “Thorton, slow down. Please! You don’t want to—”

  It was too late; he pulled her body onto his phallus with a firm tug, and then another, and another, until he completely filled her. She pursed her lips together and tried to relax. She actually wanted to cry out as she felt him plunge into her as he grunted and gritted his teeth with what could only be described as animalistic determination.

  She wanted to sob and moan with ecstasy at the same time. She didn't like this; she didn't want it to be like this, she didn't want it to be in front of people, or this rough! But her body was responding all on its own, and honestly she was sure her body had never been so aroused. If she wasn’t so terrified, she might have admitted to herself that she loved the feeling of how he was practically riding her, how he took control.

  As for her own movements; she didn't have to think. Her body naturally seemed to know how to best please him, how to move and grind against him.

  She knew that people were watching every thrust and every groan and every squeak she made, and she tried her best to block out the thought of them. It quickly proved easy enough—her brain soon seemed to take over.

  So dominant, so masculine… So perfect. Perfect inside of me. He’ll take care of me. He’s my male. Soon, he’ll release inside of me and then I can have his babies! Perfect, perfect babies!

  The thought of him emptying inside of her made her whole body tense and clench down upon his cock. Where those thoughts came from, she wasn’t sure. She had never thought that way before at all. She didn't even think she'd wanted children! The idea had just popped into her head without warning, and it was not welcome.

  Her mind was beginning to clear, now. She was only eighteen! Too young for babies! Too young for this… this marriage! “Thorton, Thorton? Don’t cum in me. Don’t do it. Don’t!” she squeaked, and tried to squirm away from his cock, even though she could already see on his face that he was close to the edge. He looked pained, but he firmly held her under him as he continued to take her.

  “Don’t, don’t!” she cried, trying more desperately to wiggle out from under him. “Cum on my tummy or something!”

  “Stay still!” he snapped, his voice sounded deep and enraged as he pulled down on her hips and thrust powerfully into her. He pinned her body down with his and she felt his warm seed gushing inside of her. He roared with both pain and relief, taking his own pleasure at length, completing with little thrusts, before he hunched over her, panting heavily.

  As if he suddenly realized he was crushing her with his weight, he got up onto his elbows and looked at her face. His dilated irises shrunk even as she watched, and his expression became more humane. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, panting.

  She shook her head timidly, feeling unsure about the answer, her eyes wide with shock and glassy with tears.

  He pulled himself out of her and put himself in his pants before he looked around. He made eye contact with no one, but he still exuded confidence.

  She sat up on the table, crossing her arms over her bare chest. She looked over at the tables on the far side of the room, at the people who hadn’t left during the shootout, the people that must have been too afraid to go anywhere, or maybe they didn't go anywhere because they were watching the show! They were certainly looking at her, at the mixed juices running down her thigh, at her breasts, at the small bites on her neck. They had witnessed her shame—what happened when she bit off far, far more than she could chew.

  She slumped forward miserably. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

  * * *

  Thorton could smell the scent of other males on his female. HIS female… It made him crazy. If he could have killed them again, he would have. When he had walked in and realized what they were trying to do with her… Even without the Union, his rage was enough to kill fifteen people.

  He looked at the carnage around them. This was closing in on his number-of-kills-per-minute record, for sure. He looked over at Penny and saw that she was blushing as she tried to cover her beautiful, milky breasts shyly with her hands.

  Blushing? Penny could blush? She could feel shame? Why? This whole thing should have terrified her, not embarrassed her! When did she have time to feel embarrassed about something? He looked around and realized that everyone he hadn’t killed earlier was now looking at them, wide-eyed.

  He didn’t blame them; he would have watched, too, rather than get the hell out. Union matings were something few non-Swarii ever got to see, although they were legendary regarding how animalistic the first mating was, how aggressive. And Penny was avoiding eye contact with them all; hunching forward to try to cover herself more. He zipped up his pants and redid his belt.

  Penny definitely was no exhibitionist. He saw a tear slide down her cheeks and his heart wrenched inside his chest. He looked down and saw her shorts were now only tatters—he'd done that, apparently, when her shorts had the nerve to be in his way. Thorton immediately pulled off his jacket, slung it over her shoulders, and pulled it tightly around her, saying gruffly, “Here…”

  He helped her slide off of the table. Keeping her close to him as he walked up to Yule’s body, Thorton began searching it for cruiser keys. It didn’t take him long to find the
m, but when he did and he looked back up at Penny, her shoulders shook and she let out a sob.

  It struck him, just then. It wasn't just some red-headed little half-breed that was crying from what had happened, what she’d seen, what had been done to her. No, his MATE was crying. His MATE had just been through hell. Sure, Penny shouldn’t have left the ship in the first place. But he had seen the expression on her face when she had been forced to her knees on the floor, and he knew how frightened she had been. Though, the mating probably hadn't made her feel any better…

  “It’s okay,” he said, putting his arm around her waist and leading her out of the tavern. “Shh…”

  He led her into the lot and immediately saw the gaudiest cruiser he’d ever seen. He stifled a sigh and walked up to it. Low and behold, the keys worked. He helped his female inside and reached for her harness.

  She looked extremely dazed, like she was awakening from a nightmare. “I… I can do that,” she finally said meekly, trying to grab at her safety harness.

  He grunted and continued strapping her into her harness, anyway, before he walked over to his side of the cruiser and hopped in. The mating had taken too much time already, so he wanted to get her as far away from this place as quickly as he possibly could… More accurately, before any other bodyguards showed up and realized that the person that they used to work for was now dead.

  “Let’s get you home and into bed,” he said, glancing at her as he drove the cruiser away from the tavern. She still was dazed, not looking at anything, just letting tears fall down her face. It was both so sad and so beautiful. “Maybe a nice bath? Wouldn’t that feel good?” he offered lightly.

  No response. She merely sniffled. After a few seconds, she closed her eyes as if her tears were burning her and moved her face towards the window.

  Thorton frowned. He could almost hear Graham teasing him now about how only Thorton could get himself in the doghouse in the first five minutes of marriage. “Is there something you wanted to talk about?” he offered.

  She shook her head.

  “Okay.” Maybe she wasn’t angry with him; she had been molested, fondled, and God-knows what else before he had come into the tavern. There was simply no way that her tears were because of him!

  “I can’t believe you just… did that! In public, too,” she whined miserably, and sniffled again.

  Nope. It was definitely him.

  He sighed. “Penny—lots of first matings happen in public. I wasn’t able to control myself. Nobody can. That’s why we try to make sure it only happens in controlled settings. The matings can be violent, sometimes. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he added, suddenly concerned. She was no Ellie, but she was still smaller than the average Swarii female by several inches. It was possible his girth caused her discomfort…

  She didn't answer that, she only let out a sob. “You came in me! I’m not on the pill right now! What would happen if—!?”

  “The pill,” he repeated, not understanding. Did she use drugs?

  “Birth control,” she snapped.

  Birth control… Control of birth? Huh? “Okay, okay. I’m very tired and I’m having trouble following. Use your words, Sweetie. What is birth control?”

  “So I don’t get pregnant!” she blared. “You just came in me!”

  He raised an eyebrow, thinking she was translating herself horribly. He was about to suggest they switch to English when she clarified, “You put semen in me!”

  “Ah…” His forehead straightened since he didn’t feel any less confused. “Yeah… That’s… That’s how it’s done, Penny…” Certainly she should have known that much! Wasn’t SHE the one with experience?

  “I’m only eighteen! Why would you do that? Why?” she sobbed. “I don’t know what to do!” She trembled. “And then you just… Beat me! I just… I don’t…” She sounded like she was hyperventilating.

  He stopped the cruiser on the side of the road, letting it hover in place. He pulled off his harness so he could fully turn in his seat and put her face in his hands. She was still sobbing, panting, and trying to catch her breath, so he said calmly, “Penny? You’re gonna have to take a deep breath, okay? Breathe with me? There’s my good girl,” he praised when she took a deep breath. He combed his hands through her red, shiny hair.

  It was just as soft as he knew it would be.

  “I didn’t beat you. I gave you a spanking for scaring the hell out of me for three days. Do you know the difference?”

  She shook her head.

  He frowned. “Didn’t you ever get a spanking before?”

  “Dad smacked me a few times…” Penny admitted softly.

  “What? In the face?”

  When Penny nodded, Thorton closed his eyes, pissed. He had never been so happy that Penny hadn’t stayed on Earth. In six weeks, she had probably only even mentioned her parents less than a handful of times… But from her brothers, Thorton had come to understand that she had been grossly neglected from day one.

  But he hadn’t heard that she had been hit! If he knew that she had come from such a horrible situation, he would have explained himself beforehand. He should have told her what the difference was before he corrected her! Certainly, he wouldn't have spanked her in public… That was too harsh for a first-timer.

  “Sweetheart, I would never slap you or strike you. I promise. I spanked your butt today because I care about you, and I don’t want you to make the same mistake again. Wandering off could have gotten you killed, or worse.”

  “You did it because you were mad at me,” she pouted, dropping her eyes to the floor. “That’s why you did it. That’s why you did it in front of all those people…”

  He stroked his thumbs across her freckled, tear-stained cheeks. “No, sweetheart. I mean, I wasn’t happy, but I would never hurt you. I had this thought that the lesson would drive home if I spanked you where I caught you. Sort of something my uncle taught me once when I stole his car as a teenager… But you scared the hell out of me. When I walked in the door and saw what was happening, I…” He stopped talking there. It was obvious enough from his actions that he was angry enough to kill all the bastards involved.

  “But it hurts. It still really hurts,” she sulked miserably, squirming a bit in her seat.

  “I know, Babygirl. Spankings are supposed to hurt. But I will never lose control on you. I will never cause you lasting harm. I will never spank you for revenge, okay? I’ll calm down more before I spank you from now on.”

  Her eyes widened nervously, and her blush returned under his hands. “From now on?”

  “Yes, sweetheart. You’re mine, now. To provide for and to protect you is my job. Even if I have to protect you from yourself—which might happen more often than not, considering that you’re a Jonas.” He kissed her cheek as she just blinked at him, and then he settled back into his seat and restarted the car.

  “And what’s my job?” She asked a few minutes later.

  “To love me, keep my house, and to raise my pups.”

  “Please say you’re talking about dogs?” she pleaded.

  He snorted. “No! Children!”

  And then the sniffling started up again for some reason.

  He reached over and rubbed her knee affectionately. “Penny, you’ll have children just fine. Five or so won’t be a problem. One of the best things about having the Union young is that you get to start your family sooner. It's like a head-start! You have tons of child-birthing years ahead of you!”

  For a minute or so, she didn’t react at all. He was even beginning to think she wouldn’t argue about it, which was fantastic, because he really didn’t want to!

  But then when she suddenly did react, she exploded with aggression. “I want out! I want to go home! I want—” She was nearly getting out of her harness, so he reached down and clicked on the child-safety lock.

  “Go ahead and tire yourself out,” Thorton said, watching her out of the side of his eye as she tried to push against the harness with angry fury. He had a fe
eling something like this would happen—she’d realize she made a mistake in touching him. But it was too late for that, now! What was done was done. “You need to get used to it. I’m not the one who kissed me. You made this bed for yourself.” He watched as she angrily kicked the panel in front of her with her shoes.

  He took a deep breath and decided he wasn’t going to get on her ass about wrecking a car that wasn’t his. Besides, the tantrum was… well, quite adorable. Pretty gosh-darn cute, and he hated to admit it. It was possible, though, that he had the cutest wife in the universe; he had to make sure she didn’t take advantage of him. “And you thought I was just being mean for making sure we didn’t touch, didn’t you?” He shook his head. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’m actually a nice guy.”

  “NICE?” she snarled. “NICE? You weren’t nice back there! You were horrible! You were scary! You were—!”

  “Protecting my female and giving her what she asked for. I call that being nice,” he begged to differ. After a moment of silence, he added, “I’m the nicest guy I know! I can tell you what’s not being nice, and that’s tying me to you forever and then complaining when I tell you how it’s gonna be!”

  She didn’t have anything to say to that except to scowl, “That’s not how it’s gonna be. You can’t tell me what to do! Ever!”

  He frowned. “Well, I’m going to tell you what to do, and if you don’t want to get another spanking, you’ll listen to me. You have the prettiest bottom I’ve ever seen and it would suit me just fine to give you as many trips over my knee as you require.” He saw her cheeks pinken again, and his manhood stirred.

  God help me, he thought. I love making that girl blush.

  Chapter Nine

  Thorton was hoping that when they pulled up to the ship, he and his mate would be able to go into his room, take a shower, and sleep for the next decade. Graham would be there, repairs would be almost finished, and there was nothing left to do but to leave the next morning.