Learning to Blush: Swarii Brides, Book Two

by Korey Mae Johnson

  She still wasn’t quite used to his member, not even after being married to him for over a year. When he entered her, he still always felt resistance, he always had to adjust, and she always squinted in a way that made it seem like she expected pain, followed by a surprised expression when it turned out that it felt much better than she expected it to.

  As for him, he did feel pain, a torturous longing pain, a pressure that he found building and building as he thrust into her. But he had to wait until he made his blissful release, a release he knew would feel more and more blissful the longer he withheld. He wanted to come with her. He could always tell when she was close—her eyes, focused on him, would suddenly dilate. She was no longer looking at him now; she was focused on the pleasure that was building within her, too.

  Finally, he felt her clenching down on him, a feeling so wonderful yet it caused him to wince. He let out a groan as he felt the pressure mount to a head and then release, extracting even as she clenched against him, taking in the seed that he gave to her…

  “Ah, shit. Not again!” he heard a young woman’s voice whine at the door. “Fuck!”

  Graham rolled off of Ellie, much to Ellie’s annoyance, who yelped and brought the sheet up and over her breasts. They both looked towards the door and saw Penny, her hands over her eyes. “You can just go, you know. We wouldn’t have noticed you come in,” Graham informed the girl peevishly.

  “Can’t. The Admiral’s freaking out because Ellie’s not picking up her communicator,” Penny replied flatly. “We’re all out looking for you before he finds ya.”

  Graham looked at Ellie’s wrist and checked her com. It said she had missed messages, but she had been with him for the last hour, and he hadn’t heard any calls. “Did you put this on silent?” he asked her accusingly.

  Ellie immediately shrugged defensively. “Had to. Tim was trolling me.”

  Graham blinked. “Trolling you?”

  “Trolling,” echoed Penny. “He wants to add a separate break system, but I didn’t want to code that because it would drain the central power grid when we need an extra boost—”

  “And it would add about 99 megagrams to the ship weight—” Ellie added.

  “But until he gets his way, he’s been calling us every ten minutes just to say, ‘Bitch’. It was funny the first five times or so, but now it’s getting old…” Penny rumbled, rubbing at her arm. “I asked Mike to kill him about an hour ago though, and it’s been all quiet on the Western Front since.” Penny swiped her hand through the air and then stood awkwardly. “I should go, shouldn’t I?”

  Ellie rolled out of bed and searched around for her clothing. “No, I should go and see Jack. I’ll go out with you.”

  Penny squinted. “Are you wearing that stupid medal while you’re having sex? A little too pleased with ourselves, aren’t we?”

  Ellie looked down at her naked breasts. “Hot, isn’t it?” She looked over at Graham and winked, but he was frowning. “Can you call your Dad for me to make sure he doesn’t kill me?” she asked, putting her bra back on.

  He tapped his bottom lip and she leaned over to kiss him. He gave her a very firm swat on the bottom. “I suppose. It’s getting late, anyway. Make sure you get back to Dad’s pronto, and make sure you eat something.” He looked over at Penny as Ellie continued to dress. “How’s Thorton doing?”

  Penny shrugged.

  “He called me to ask if I’d seen you earlier today,” Graham mentioned.

  “Yeah. He saw me.” She rubbed her bottom, looking distracted, as if she didn’t know she was doing it. She didn’t look very excited at the prospect of continuing the conversation, and he didn’t force her.

  He looked to his wife who was buttoning up her last buttons and leaning over to give him a goodbye peck on the lips. “I can’t wait until I’m going home to our home.”

  “I’d like to bring you back to the family home on Swaraan, not on my ship, so make sure your gadgetry does, in fact, win us the war.” He reached over to pick up the communicator that was sitting on his bedside table to call up his father. “On your way out, tell Fie to give me a couple more pain meds.”

  She saluted him. “Aye-aye,” and followed Penny out.

  * * *

  “Graham’s looking good. He's sort of got a bad-ass pirate thing going… I have to say, I like that in a guy,” Penny laughed as they headed out of the medical bay. Penny had avoided Fie as best as she could as Ellie went to talk to him before heading out, though, and Ellie noticed.

  “So, what’s the deal with you and Thorton?”

  “Thorton’s sexy, and he means well, but that being said, he’s sort of evil,” Penny replied. “I don’t know if this whole marriage-thing is gonna work out.”

  Ellie rolled her eyes. Over the last month, Penny and Thorton had been a traumatic love story, full of very high ups, and very low downs. Their marriage was made like a soap opera, complete with drama and broken vases. “You need to just chill out with Thorton. He was an easy-going guy before you came along and made him nutty as a squirrel’s wet dream,” Ellie lectured, putting her hands in her pants as she strolled along.

  “Yeah, yeah. I was thinking… Can I stay with you tonight?” Penny pleaded.

  Ellie raised an eyebrow, hoping that Penny was joking. “Again? You stayed with me last week!”

  “Yeah, and now it’s for a different reason! Thorton’s crazy, and he thinks this stupid thing Fie is having him do is important…”

  “Fie? The doctor?” Ellie jerked her thumb towards the back of her.

  “Yeah, you see—” Penny’s com rang then, where she stopped talking and followed Ellie all the way back to her apartment as she chatted back and forth with Mike about locating Ellie, walking in on quite ‘the scene’ between her and Graham, about Tim, and by the time she hung up the phone, they were at the front door of Jack’s apartment and she asked, “So what were we talking about?”

  “I was telling you not to stay with me tonight, but to make nice,” Ellie reminded peevishly as they walked into the house and up the stairs to Ellie’s bedroom. Jack didn’t seem to be home; all the lights were off.

  “Right. You see, Thorton—”

  “Wait.” Ellie put a hand on Penny’s chest. They were in front of Ellie’s bedroom door, which was open. It wasn’t easy to see in the low light of the empty apartment. Ellie swung her door open.

  Circular, yellow eyes shown through the darkness at them. Ellie nearly pushed Penny over as she tried to turn her around saying, “Run! Run! Frians!”

  Penny ran towards the staircase, hearing Ellie squeak as she was somehow silenced. Penny had a scream stuck in her throat, but before she could even go down the first step, she was grabbed from behind.

  A thick, musky fog filled her nose, and even as she wanted to cry at the feeling of a scaly hand covering her mouth, she fell asleep.

  * * *

  Penny knew she was dreaming; especially since she was reliving a scene she’d already lived, only this time she viewed it all like she was a fly on the wall. She was watching what had happened between herself and Thorton like it was a movie on a screen. “Stop being a baby!” he snapped at her.

  He was carrying her into their apartment under his arm like she was a tantrum-throwing five-year-old… And compared to him, she somewhat looked like it. She had never quite noticed before how young she looked in comparison to Thornton. Not that he looked old, but he looked so much like an adult. So manly, so thick, so muscular and developed by the stubble on his chin or the small, faint little wrinkles by the side of his eyes. Besides the freckles, Penny’s face looked like something out of a face-wash commercial. Not a wrinkle. Not a line. Not a blemish. It made her look like a high-schooler… Which she technically still was!

  “Stop being a tyrant!” she shrieked back at him, flailing desperately. She remembered why she had fought so hard—she really, really did not want another supplement to go up her bottom. Not for any reason.

  But that’s what Thorton had in mi
nd. It was time. He grabbed the medication from the kitchen counter, where he had left it, then continued into the bedroom. “Eeek!” she said as Thorton dropped her down and then pressed her down onto the bed mattress.

  “You’re not going to do this every time,” Thorton informed her, his teeth gritted as he tried to unscrew a medicine bottle with only one free hand. “I’m not the one that did this to you, you know. I’m only the one trying to get you back to normal.”

  “Just so you can breed me!” she hissed.

  Thorton rolled his eyes, dramatically looking at the ceiling as if trying to gather up his patience. “No, because I don’t like bar-pimps putting any demi-permanent drugs up in a place which is mine.”

  “My pussy belonged to me last time I checked!”

  “You know what I meant,” he sighed with exasperation, and then pushed up her skirt and pulled down her leggings with one easy jerk of his hand.

  Rewatching this scene was hard. Penny couldn’t stand how Thorton could see… that. Everything. Her bottom—her pale, freckled, ridiculous ass! If it was up to her, she wouldn’t have a butt at all. There was nothing redeeming about it.

  But even as it squirmed about, Thorton’s eyes looked hungrily at it… Until she started swearing at him, and then he pursed his lips with resolve.

  Penny was so stupid! They had just had this out about swearing the last week! Thorton wouldn’t stand for it, and really, he was obviously already at the end of his patience with her. He released pressure on her back so that she was able to stand up and quickly tried to bolt for the door, and she would have succeeded if he hadn’t grabbed her wrist and tugged her back as he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of leather handcuffs.

  Ellie’s handcuffs. The handcuffs that Graham, in a horrible moment of lucidity, suggested to Thornton that he should borrow until he commissioned some of his own to get made. Penny used to like Graham until he'd given those to Thorton like a man handing an axe to an executioner.

  “Give me your hands, Penny,” Thorton said in a firm yet very flat tone, brooking no argument from her.

  Penny seemed to finally become aware that she had pushed Thorton too far. “Fine. Fine, I’ll let you do it,” she said sullenly, not wanting a spanking. Really, really not wanting a spanking.

  “Of course you will. You’ll also take a spanking for calling me about five words I’m sure my mother had never heard in her entire life, and certainly would not have liked you calling her son. So hands.”

  “I take back my statement,” she allowed stuffily.

  “How kind,” he replied grimly. “Hands.” He took her wrist and clasped one of the cuffs on her as a worried expression covered up the annoyed, sullen, and admittedly bratty look she had been wearing previously.

  Penny didn’t struggle when Thorton clasped the second cuff to her hand, binding them effectively together. She didn’t want to piss Thorton off any more than she had. “I’m sorry, okay?” she asked, trying to back-pedal by sticking out her bottom lip and attempting to look as pathetic as non-humanly possible.

  He didn’t respond to her, and so Penny began to tremble. What started out as an ordeal that was going to make her afternoon shitty was going to get that much worse. “Thorton, if you were me, you’d understand how… Not right… those… those pills are.”

  “These supplements are bringing you back to your normal healthy state,” he reminded patiently as he guided her back to the bed. “You've already stopped losing weight. They're good for you.” He seemed to prefer to spank her on the bed whenever he did it. He tried the chair the second time he’d spanked her, and it hadn’t been comfortable for either of them.

  He pulled her down across his knees. “I am sorry!” she defended as if she was dead-certain that the problem at hand was that he didn’t believe her to be sincere. Looking back at it, Penny decided now for sure that that was the case. And she hadn’t been sincere; she just wanted to get out of a spanking!

  Thorton reached over to the end table and grabbed a small bottle of lube and put it on his finger. He spread her bottom cheeks and she clamped her mouth shut to keep from whining, trying to be so good that Thorton would decide that she didn’t need a spanking after all, even though she hated every moment of this attention.

  He pressed his lubricated finger against her anus, swirled it around, and then popped it into her. She squealed, “Please, please no!” she whined miserably.

  With his free hand, he rubbed the small of her back soothingly. “It’s okay. This will only take a second.” He put his finger deeper in. Despite his gentle words, gentle despite how annoyed he was with her, she could see his eyes become hooded with blatant desire. She knew that look!

  Of course, she knew that Thorton was an ass-man, much to her horror. He so wanted to take her from behind, to play with her bottom, and was constantly rubbing it or patting it or trying to peek at it during sex.

  Strangely, watching Thorton do this to her, rather than enjoying it at the time, was strangely erotic…

  After he lubed her entrance, he took one of the pills—roughly the size of his thumb, and pushed it deep into her. More squealing, more whining, even feet-kicking was the action’s response. The supplements were uncomfortable, too large, in her opinion, to go up her bottom. And as they sat in her, they had a somewhat burning sensation…

  But again, watching it now was hot, even though she was so humiliated when it had happened.

  Thorton once said that he would teach her to blush. He had done it. Anything to do with her bottom would do it. Even Penny’s blushing and then the way she pressed her face into the bed covers was arousing in its own way.

  “Now,” he said. “What did we say about swearing?”

  “Please no!” Penny had cried, bringing her face up from the mattress.

  Watching a spanking was a hell of a lot better than receiving one! She remembered thinking Ellie’s spanking that she had watched being strangely alluring… But Penny was turning herself on much more, mostly because the spanker was Thorton—who was tasty even as he spanked her with his firm, flattened hand, his jaw locked with resolve.

  Penny couldn’t tell if Thorton enjoyed spanking her bottom or if he didn’t. Certainly, it wasn’t hard for him to do. Especially with her hands cuffed in front of her, keeping her from reaching behind, it was easy for him to keep her from squirming too much or kicking around as his hand left one pink mark after the other until her bubbly little bottom was a cherry-red hue.

  This fantasy / memory of Penny getting spanked should have been ruined by all the screaming and crying and promises to never speak again. But it wasn’t… It just made it that much naughtier, that much more real… And afterwards, as Thorton pressed his hand against her hot bottom, feeling her warmth and asking her if she was ready to start speaking like a lady, he had never looked so hot. So dominant.

  But then… Penny still was angry with him for spanking her, wasn’t she? She remembered being so. When Thorton picked her up, she could see her own angry loathing in her eyes. But now, watching the scene, she felt a tenderness in her heart for him. She saw his expression as he righted her and then brushed the hair out of her eyes. He loved her. There was no question about that….

  “Penny!” Penny felt herself getting ripped out of her own dream. Everything seemed to change around her to a lighter and lighter contrast until she found that she was opening her eyes into somewhere else… Somewhere that smelt like spices and incense. “Penny? Oh Good!” Ellie was above her, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

  Penny’s head throbbed and she looked around her. “Where am I?” she asked, and it came out as a nearly indiscernible mutter. She slowly sat up.

  Ellie swallowed. “My old home.”

  “Huh?” Penny rubbed her eyes and looked around. They were swaying back and forth as they were being hauled in a cage barely bigger than a coffin by two very tall reptile-men towards the direction of a sandstone palace that was directly in front of them. Around them was a land heavy in la
kes, surprisingly without mosquitos or flies—water stretched out around them in a peninsula.

  She looked over at Ellie, who was scrunching her knees up to her chest and looking extremely uncomfortable—more so every moment. “Ellie… How’d we get here?”

  “We were apparently nabbed by a Frian special ops team.”

  “Why?”

  Ellie shrugged. “I dunno.”

  “What are they gonna do to us?” Penny asked, panting.

  Ellie didn’t answer for a long time. The palace was getting larger and larger as they got closer and closer… Then she saw flower-like women looking out from some of the windows. “Ellie?” she asked in a squeak.

  “We’re not gonna make it out of here alive, Penny,” Ellie said quietly in a pained, resolved way.

  “What?” Impossible! They weren’t doomed! They were just… in an enemy's solar system… with green monsters around them and she was locked in a dog cage and…

  Okay, so it seemed pretty hopeless. “What do we do?”

  Ellie shook her head. “I don’t know. I’m going to try to talk us out of a slow death.”

  “Slow’s good! Maybe that will give Thorton a chance to come and rescue us!” Penny heard herself say, much to her own surprise.

  Ellie raised her eyebrow. “There’s no fucking way they know where we are. Even so, they’re probably still days and days behind. The Frians ships are way faster than the Swarii ones… And that’s if they get cleared to rescue us at all. I’m afraid I didn’t make very good friends with the admiralty before I left, and that’s who Thorton would need clearance from to come get us.”

  “So you’re saying it’s hopeless?” Penny fretted.

  “The Swarii believe in miracles. Maybe we should pray for one of those… And pray fast. I don’t know why we’re here, but I have a feeling finding out will not be a fun process. Now, the best thing to do is to keep your mouth shut and play dumb.”

  Play dumb? “Huh?” She didn’t know what she meant until their cage was carried into the main throne room, where a couple of lizard people dressed in silks and a small yet ornate crowns sat in chairs, peering at them with their yellow eyes.