His By Command (Primarian Mates Book 2)

by Maddie Taylor

  “Mm… that gesture says disrespect without words. Good thing I had a mate’s helper installed in our room on the Odyssey. Apparently, it will be needed.”

  Thoughts of the outrageous sex contraption made heat rush to her pussy, and her clit, which had already started tingling, began to pulse with excitement. Was it her nudity? An expression of his dominance and her submission, she was convinced, especially with her naked, while he was still fully clothed. Or perhaps it was all the rubbing and touching, while talking about spanking that got her going? Maybe it was simply a heretofore undiscovered kink, the thought of being bound, spanked, and fucked, sending her libido into overload. Or it could be the simple fact that Roth, her gorgeous, dominant, sexy mate, had an impressive cock and knew exactly how to use it, and he always used it on her in some fantastic way after he bared her bottom for a spanking.

  Upon silent reflection, all of the above was her final answer.

  “Try to follow the rules in the future, Maggie, and this won’t be necessary.”

  He was wrong. It was starting to become a necessity. And maybe soon, she’d get up the nerve to tell him that she liked when he made her strip naked when he was not and required her to put herself in position. That she liked when he spanked her—unbelievably—not so much the pain of the swats, which was a sting, or a burn, and was fleeting, even when he’d given her five sharp licks with the strap. Rather, she liked that it made her body come alive with sensation, and a need to be possessed by him, with his hands and very talented tongue, and especially the rigid length of him that was pressing into her belly right now. It was also the intimacy of it all, something that the two of them only shared. Followed by him taking her, whether fast or slow, soft or rough—and she really liked rough—and afterward, when he held her in his arms, and they talked, or simply fell asleep, she had a sense of belonging to another that she’d never had before.

  So maybe, one day, she would find a way to admit to all the swirling emotions her mate instilled in her. Or maybe not. As the old Earth adage went, “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”

  That made her smile and a soft giggle escaped.

  “Something amusing about this lesson, Maggie?”

  “No, sir. My mind wandered. I’m sorry.”

  “Mm… Spread your legs. Let’s give you something to help keep your focus then.”

  She eased them apart, face heating that she would reveal how aroused and wet she was.

  A pat on her behind had her inching them further apart.

  “More,” he said, with another light smack.

  This time she spread them so that they didn’t touch and cool air brushed along the dampness of her inner thighs. His hand slipped between her legs. “You’re very wet,” he murmured, his caressing fingers making her ache for him. She bit her lip, catching a moan when he parted her lips and sank a thumb into her ready wetness.

  “Up on your knees, I think.”

  Her eyes, which had closed on the word “spread,” flew open and met his directly.

  “With my ass in the air?” she squeaked.

  “And your legs wide apart,” he slid his fingers over her pussy as he spoke, “and every bit of this glorious heat and wetness open and available to me.”

  Her brows gathered together. “Is this a punishment or foreplay?”

  “I believe I answered that earlier.”

  He did? Then it came to her.

  “Yes and no,” she breathed.

  “Very good, now, do as I say, little captain, and stop making me repeat myself or you will be perched on your knees for a very long time this afternoon.”

  She pushed up with her hands, but his hand moved to her upper back, fingers splayed as he helped her stay in place. “Head and shoulders remain on the bed.”

  “How embarrassing.”

  “Why? I’ve seen you bare before.”

  “Yes, although not with my butt and all my, uh…”

  “Hot, wet pink parts?” he suggested.

  “Yes, not with all of that pointed skyward.”

  “You’re wrong. Let me list them for you. There was position five on the helper, when everything was exposed very nicely. As well as anytime you’ve been over my knee, which is a growing number. You squirm, which parts your legs, giving me charming and very wet glimpses. And the times I’ve had my mouth on you, licking, tasting, and memorizing every exquisite pink part have been extremely revealing. Shall I go on?”

  “No,” she whispered.

  “Good, because with this bounty spread out before me, I’d much rather play than talk.”

  Lightly, his fingertips grazed her pussy. One dipped in between the folds, followed by another, until all four ran the length of her slit. Over her clit, rounding and circling the entrance to her passage, and up between the cheeks of her soon-to-be spanked behind. On the return, one dipped inside. It felt divine and was accompanied by a whimper of pleasure from her throat.

  “More?”

  “Yes, please,” she replied.

  “Ah, Maggie, now that was very polite.” Her reward was two fingers delving into where she’d much rather have his cock, but she’d take any number of pleasuring digits about now.

  Another—up to three—dipped in with the rest, while his pinky extended and tickled the nub in front. As he played skillfully, his other hand ran up her spine, into her hair, fisting it firmly though not harshly.

  When the first smack landed, her head arched. His fingers tightened, as did the hold he had on her hair. Another resounding slap met with the taut skin of her other cheek and she rocked forward, though only slightly, his grip making much movement impossible. This time, her spine bowed tight. This lifted her bottom higher and she moved her knees apart for balance.

  “Perfect,” he whispered. “Now don’t move in the slightest.”

  The next volley came harder, creating a sizzling zing that made her gasp. More swats fell—again and again—of the same strength and velocity. She lost count as the heat of the skin on her rear merged with the molten need firing up between her legs.

  “Roth, please,” she begged, needing more of his hand on her behind, and at the same time craving his intimate possession.

  He didn’t seem in a hurry to move things along, however, for he stopped, his palm rubbing slowly, and in ever-widening circles, across the skin he had just warmed.

  “You wanted something, Maggie?” he asked as his fingers slipped back into her, gliding through the slick, swollen folds at a leisurely pace.

  She tried to rock, to wiggle and change the direction of his tormenting fingers, but his hand in her hair held her prisoner. Left with no option other than accept his prolonged teasing, she stilled and surrendered to the building of the predestined culmination he had planned.

  That didn’t stop her from pleading for more. “Please, Commander, I need you. Now.”

  Two sharp slaps rang out as her pussy mourned the loss of his fingers and her ass welcomed them back, the tingling in her cheeks making her groan with decadent pleasure.

  “Leave it to me to find a woman who enjoys a good spanking.”

  “I love to be fucked too, sir, can we get on with it.”

  “And continues to make demands of her mate right in the middle of it.”

  He chuckled, delivering one swat to her lower right cheek, catching a bit of her thigh. It was repeated on her left side and she imagined the red handprints would appear symmetrical if she could get a good look. That inane meandering thought ceased to exist when his large hand, nearly big enough to cover an entire cheek, and hard enough that a stout piece of pine would have been more forgiving, laid a fingers-only zinger right on the wet fleshy folds in between.

  She cried out, in equal parts surprise and arousal at the very loud splat it made.

  “Dear lord, Roth, mate of my heart, please put an end to this torture.”

  He flipped her onto her back and rose above her, positioning himself between her open, very welcoming thighs. Pausing, his arms locked on either si
de of her, holding him up as he grinned. “Since you requested so politely.”

  In one motion, he plunged deep and immediately began moving in and out with slow, steady strokes. Maggie sighed his name once more as the delicious friction penetrated every nerve in her channel. She entwined her legs around him, her heels digging into his firm backside. Raising her hips to meet each down stroke, she sought more, urging him faster, with every retreat.

  Above her he shifted, planting one forearm in the mattress beside her head as his free hand reached behind and shifted her foot higher, curling it around his waist. Peering intently down at her, his tone was a low, husky rumble. “There is no rush, little captain. No clock counting down to force such urgency.” He paused as he withdrew, nearly losing her sheath all the way, then sank slowly in again with a long, unhurried glide. “Take it all in, Maggie, ride the waves of pleasure and savor every single one. On a ship, in close quarters with hundreds of others demanding our time, we won’t always have the luxury of enjoying each other at our leisure.”

  Bending his head low, he gave her bottom lip a hungry nibble, his tongue coming out to soothe it soon after in a tender caress. After several delicious licks, Roth sealed his mouth over hers and explored its depths without urgency, just as his cock, his hips rolling deliberately, claimed her body in a similar fashion.

  Foregoing the mad rush to climax, Maggie took what he gave her in the way that he dictated. Roth was in firm control of every aspect of his life, and by extension, now hers, which included a stunning command of his body, also, now hers. Somehow, she was adapting to this new paradigm, which she had fought so damn hard. Yet with this new mission, came acceptance, and each time with Roth, which was infinitely different from the last, she increasingly found contentment.

  Yes, in the obvious sexual way. Whether with a raw hunger that robbed her of breath, or tender and poignant like now, but with an excruciating slowness, prolonging the pursuit of the natural ending, which threatened to rob her of her sanity. Always he surprised her, and always he made her passions soar to incredible heights. Her legs flexed to encircle him tighter, while her hands slid up his chest, curled over his shoulders and into his silky dark hair. Suddenly, she felt the need to thread her fingers through its length and began releasing the band that confined the braid in back.

  He raised his head, watching her as she worked. Combing her fingers through it at last, she pulled it forward until it curtained them and tickled her breasts and shoulders. “I never imagined falling in love with a man whose hair was longer than mine.”

  He grinned, taking in the blonde waves spread out on the pillow. “Yours is stunning, silky soft and so fair. Does mine being longer bother you?”

  “No,” she smiled, as one hand slid the length of it. “I like it. So much that I dreamed of it. Well, actually, I dreamed of you, all of you, looking exactly like this. I even pictured your eyes darkening to deep purple the same as when you’re turned on. Did you know that they do that?”

  “Until now, no. But I’m more interested in the rest of your dream.”

  “It was after the first group was taken and before I saw you the first time. I don’t know how, yet I saw you in my dream.”

  He stilled, wedged fully inside her. “You dreamed of me naked with my hair wild?” His brilliant teeth flashed white in a wicked grin. “And what else did you imagine, purrada? Being chased and ravished by a barbarian, perhaps?”

  She flushed furiously. Okay, maybe she’d shared a bit too much.

  “Ah, Maggie,” he chuckled, while gathering her closer. He also brushed her hair from her cheek and nuzzled his face in the curve of her neck, while beginning to pump slowly once again. “Dreams are an outlet for tension, anxiety, and fears. You had plenty of that while worrying about your missing crew. Sometimes they also have meaning. I’ve heard of fated mates dreaming of the one destined for them. That you did so vividly gives us even more proof that we were fated without a doubt to be together, although we don’t need more with my mark inscribed on your beautiful body.”

  “Roth.”

  “And there’s that sigh,” he growled, the words vibrating through her. “I told you how hard it gets me, but when I’m already deep inside you, it makes me want to move, to drive into you full force until breathy and sweet becomes the opposite, raw and rough and carnal.” As he rasped out the visceral words, he pulled out and surged back, punctuating each one with a long, powerful thrust. “And ultimately, when I let you climax at last, you’ll do so while screaming my name.”

  Moving upward, his lips grazing hotly across her neck, he caught her lobe with a little nip, before he breathed into her ear. “I’m done with slow and easy. Right now, I need to fuck you.”

  “Yes, Roth, please,” she groaned, accepting the vigorous plunge readily before the words had completely formed. Almost pulling out entirely on the next stroke, he slammed home. Skin slapped together, and they both grunted from the force of each vigorous thrust. His motion unrelenting, Maggie’s groans became mewling, breathless cries. And when he hooked his powerful arms beneath her legs and pushed them to her chest, he sank more fully inside her channel. Still, while he continued moving unremittingly, the whimpers were now keening moans of a single word, loud enough to wake the dead. “More.”

  Intense and dark with desire, his eyes blazed into hers as he reared and drove into her, over and over. She lifted her hips, meeting him each time and continued to do so when he lowered his chest to hers, taking up every scintilla of space her sheath could accommodate and pressed his lips to hers, as his deep, powerful, potent possession carried on.

  Hearts pounding, bodies melding, they moved as one until her pussy, rippling and clamping around him, told them both that the culmination for her was near.

  “Come apart for me, Maggie,” he demanded roughly.

  And she did the next instant, needing nothing more than his leave to fly. She twined her arms around his neck tightly, hanging on as he rode her relentlessly, his strokes fueled by her own passion until her climax hit her hard.

  She spurred him into a nearly violent release, letting out a loud shout as his body jerked, tensed, and finally, he filled her with his exquisite heat.

  Fully spent, Roth gave her his weight, though only briefly before rolling them as one to their side. Panting as their bodies cooled and their rates and rhythms reset, Maggie tucked her head beneath his chin and her face in his chest. With the last little zap of energy, she smiled.

  “Yes and no,” she whispered, with a small huff of a laugh. “The answer is yes, hands down, Commander.” After a brief pause, she added, “Although, no was pretty damn hot.”

  He chuckled, the rumbling vibration transferring from his chest into her body, which felt quite nice.

  “Sleep, mate. We still have more to accomplish before we can depart in the morning.”

  “Go without me, because I won’t be able to move. In fact, I’ll still be here and in the same position when you get back in three months.”

  “You’re forgetting one rather important thing, my fated mate.”

  “Oh, yeah, that.”

  “Yes, that. Now hush and get some sleep so I don’t have to drag your comatose body up to the space dock.”

  “Space dock?”

  “That rouses you. I see how it is.”

  “You rouse me, Roth; you also wear me out. And while I’m numb from the waist down, the words space and dock, and the images of ships and battle cruisers that they spark, has me raring to go from the waist up.”

  Heaving a tired sigh, his arm squeezed her tight. “I’m glad, mate, but I did all the work, and since you’ve kept me up every night with your demands, I need to shut my eyes for a bit.”

  “Hm… maybe you need some vitamins, if you’re going to keep up with me.”

  His hand swatted her lower cheek with a resounding smack. “Maybe I need a gag, or a silencing collar.”

  Her head popped up, completely serious. “No, Roth. I heard about that.” Eryn’s mate had
used one on her when she wouldn’t keep quiet during a formal dinner with the council. It sounded brutal, like something out of the Dark Ages, yet it hadn’t hurt her, only interrupted the nerve impulses allowing her to speak. That didn’t mean she hadn’t been humiliated. “I’ll shut up,” Maggie quickly told him.

  “Good idea.”

  Resting her head on his chest, she was quiet, listening to the slow thud of his heart and the soft rush of his breathing. One thing from his banter was keeping her from relaxing, even though sleep called.

  “Roth...”

  “No, little one, I wouldn’t do that to you. Now, of your own free will, cease talking so I can sleep.”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered, completely relieved as she let the air escape her lungs in a long sigh. Although he could be brusque, domineering, and an unequalled chauvinist, he was a good man and had exercised care with her, compared to some of the stories she’d heard.

  He gave her a squeeze, already halfway asleep as he uttered, “Thank you, purrada.”

  21

  Only an hour passed when Roth practically leapt out of bed, completely refreshed. Maggie, on the other hand, regretted ever closing her eyes, because an hour-long nap wasn’t nearly enough and she felt sluggish, as though hung over or drugged.

  He dragged her out of bed and put her in the shower, joining her when she swayed on her feet and her head began to bob. Employing dirty tactics like fingers rolling and tweaking nipples and his mouth between her legs to revive her, he also managed to wash her from head to toe.

  After an early dinner at the only full service restaurant in all of Ariad—this fact alone she’d called barbaric and appalling—they walked hand in hand the few blocks to the shuttle-port and maintenance shop on the edge of town. Once there he began his final checks, completed some pre-departure inspections, and met one final time with his captains. He did this with Maggie in tow, who was eating it up.

  Through it all, Maggie was fascinated, not only with the alien technology, but watching her mate interact with his men. Looked up to by all, Roth was respected, knowledgeable, and led with a quiet authority. She also seen the powerful, dominant commander take control when the situation warranted, and been on the receiving end of his potent stare and resolute determination. The image of his face on the twenty-foot screen demanding her surrender still sent a tremor up her spine. She’d been petrified, although she’d tried not to let it show, but the most difficult part was keeping herself from melting into a lustful puddle on the floor, because her man in full commander mode was h-o-t.