I didn’t know this man, had only been awake for a short time, but I wanted another orgasm. This time by Tark himself, not some weird alien body probe.
“Have you been fucked before?”
When his finger rubbed over a spot inside, I couldn’t think, couldn’t respond. I could only cry out. When he slipped his finger from me, leaving me empty and unfulfilled, I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
“Then answer my question.”
I shifted on my toes. “What… what was the question?”
“Have you been fucked before?” he repeated. His voice was dark and rough.
“Yes.”
His fingers slid inside of me again. I groaned.
I heard the rustle of fabric, saw him step closer to me just before he pulled his fingers free and felt the nudge of his cock at my entrance. “I may not have been your first, Evelyn Day, but I am your last.”
His cock was large and as he pushed forward, I felt myself widen and stretch around him. He did not relent, did not give me time to adjust, just filled me completely.
I groaned as my body felt invaded. Owned. One hand gripped my hip, the other my shoulder as he began to move. In. Out. Hard. Fast. He moved, and I bit my lip, taking whatever he gave me.
“You will come, gara.”
I shook my head, my hair falling down over my face. With every hard thrust, I imagined my mother’s arms crossed, her brows raised in judgment. This was so wrong. “I just… I can’t.”
He leaned over me, pressing into my back, and filled me with one hard, rapid thrust. The press of his body against my sore bottom only added to the feelings coursing through my body. “I command it.”
I’d never been taken like this before. My last partner had been attentive, but not overly focused. He’d left me unfulfilled and uninterested in sex. But Tark? I had no idea how he could wield his cock in such a way to rub over places inside me that I never knew existed. My fingers were slippery on the handles. I clenched my teeth as the chain between my breasts swung with every thrust.
I shook my head, frustrated. Tears filled my eyes. I was so eager, desperate even, to come. Tark was so good. So hard. So big. “I… I can’t. I never come during… I don’t know how,” I cried.
Tears slipped down my temples and into my hair.
He stilled inside me, tilting his head so he whispered directly into my ear. “You’ve never come with a man’s cock inside you?” His warm breath fanned my neck.
I shook my head. “I can’t… especially knowing someone is watching.”
I felt more than heard his growl, for it came from deep in his chest. “It is my job, gara, to pleasure you. Obviously you can find release, for you came beautifully with the medical probe.”
“Yes, I can come with my vibrator, just not a man,” I admitted.
Tark held himself still deep inside me. “I believe I know what a vibrator is, like the medical probe with the scans, correct? Like the stim pressed against your clit?”
I nodded my head, which made my hair swing back and forth.
“Then I will just have to discover what does it for you. As for Goran, ignore him. It is just the two of us. Shh,” he crooned. “All right, gara, it is time to discover what pleases you.”
With that, I felt the vibration on my clit speed up. The section of the table directly beneath my clit began to stimulate me in earnest. I remembered this, too, from my dream. I sucked in a deep breath at the intense pleasure the added stimulation brought about. This joining wasn’t solely about Tark’s pleasure, but mine as well.
“You like this vibration speed better. You are clenching my cock with your pussy,” he growled. “That is a good sign, yes?”
“Yes!” I cried.
One blunt finger circled around where we were joined as Tark began to move again. The combination of his cock stroking in and out of me and the vibrations on my clit had me shifting my hips. I wanted to remain right where I was, impaled on my new mate’s very large cock.
“How about this?” Tark pressed a finger against my back entrance and I stiffened, squeezing down on him again in the hopes to keep his finger out. At the same time, little pulses of intense heat and pleasure coursed through me at this dark touch.
“Relax, gara. Let me in. You will come when you do. I promise.”
I took a deep breath and let it out, relaxing. I closed my eyes as he circled my virgin opening with his finger and slowly began to push inward, all the while continuing to shift his hips and fuck me.
The vibrations sped up, increasing the stimulation of my clit. I cried out as Tark’s finger gained entry into my ass. I screamed as my entire body stiffened, every nerve ending came to life and pulsed with pleasure. Somehow, the erotic combination of Tark’s cock, clit stimulation, and the tip of his finger slowly moving inside my ass set me off. I felt as if I were lost in an ocean wave, tossed and pummeled and completely out of control. The intensity of the pleasure was so much more than I’d ever felt before. Having a cock filling me to the brim only added to the orgasmic bliss that coursed through my veins. I squeezed and clenched down on him—his cock and his finger in my bottom—as if to draw them in even further.
I felt Tark’s hand grip my hip as his pace increased until he thrust hard one last time, holding himself deep inside. His cock thickened, stretching me even more, just before he groaned and his hot seed filled me in pulses.
Our ragged breathing filled the room and he remained within me as I recovered. While at first it had been similar to the processing center’s dream, it had not ended the same. It wasn’t the same. I was leaving my old life behind now and forging my own way, on my new planet and with my mate.
“We are compatible,” Tark said as he slowly pulled out and I heard him refasten his pants.
I hissed out a breath as he did so and I felt his hot seed drip out of me. He came around and, after releasing my bonds, he took my hand, helping me up. I leaned against the table as I gained my balance. My skin was flushed and my heart was still racing. I felt too spent from not one orgasm, but two, in the short time I’d been on Trion to try to cover myself now.
I glanced up at Tark. His skin had a flush to it as well and his eyes were softer, less intense. He looked over my naked body and his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched as he watched his seed drip down my thighs.
“Tell the council the good news,” Tark commented over his shoulder to Goran.
Reaching out, he picked up the chain that dangled between my breasts and gave it a very gentle tug. It was enough for me to move closer to him and heat to pulse between my thighs.
His eyes were on my tugged nipples as he spoke to Goran. “But first, cover her and take her to the harem.”
“What?” I cried. “You will leave me naked with… him?” I looked to Goran in fear.
“He will keep you safe,” Tark countered. “I must attend to the council meeting and you will go to the harem.”
My eyes widened at his callousness, then narrowed. A harem? How many mates did this bastard have already? What number was I? Two? Four? Twenty? “You have fucked me and are done with me. I’m not a bride, I’m a fuck toy.” I flicked my gaze at the other man. “I’m surprised you didn’t let Goran have me, after all.”
He still held the chain attached to my nipples and he wound it around his finger, forcing me come even closer if I didn’t want to have my nipples tugged too much. I tilted my neck back even farther to meet his eyes. I’d gone too far in my comments, but I was afraid. If he was my mate, wasn’t he supposed to watch over me and keep me safe? How was he going to do that when I was one of ten women in his life?
I’d only been on this planet for less than an hour and he was dismissing me. I wished I could contact the bride program and reject him now, but I had to wait out the thirty-day cycle or until I was called back to testify. And then? I’d make sure they knew that I wasn’t happy in a harem.
He frowned. “I do not know this term fuck toy, but I do not think I like it. Nor do I like that you doubt my hon
or.”
I swallowed at the deepness of his voice, the hint of anger I heard. I wanted to see the sated look on his face instead. I wanted to go back to a moment ago, when I was replete, and contemplating a future as the only beloved and well-fucked mate of Tark.
“I do not lie. I told you I do not share my mate. My seed is dripping down your thighs. My chain is prominently displayed.”
His chain? Was that chain their version of a wedding ring upon my finger? Did that chain truly announce to the world that I had been claimed? Did it display his protection? What was I supposed to do? Walk around topless?
“Stimspheres, Goran.” He held out his hand as Goran moved away.
He pointed at my body. “My seed and chain will ensure everyone knows you belong to me, no matter where you are in this city of tents. Your ass, I’m sure, is sore from my finger breaching you there for the first time. Your clit—” he reached down and ran a finger between my legs, “—is hard and eager for another climax. A climax only I can give you, for there will be no more medical probes or, as you call them, vibrators. Your ass is bright red from my punishment. It seems you find that all of that is not enough of a reminder that you are mine.”
I wanted to move away from his surprise touch, but I couldn’t without seriously hurting my nipples.
Tark twisted the gold chain attached to my breasts around his finger even more. He lifted his other hand from my clit to take something from Goran’s outstretched hand. “Leave us for a moment.”
His order to Goran made my breath catch. What was he going to do to me?
Tark held up golden balls, two perfectly round spheres attached by a small chain that ran between them, and another, much longer chain with a marked golden disc attached to its terminal end.
“Clearly a spanking wasn’t enough for you to learn to curb your disrespect and sharp tongue. You are going to carry these stimspheres until I return for you. The chain must be clearly visible at all times, gara, so that all who see you know that I am displeased.”
My heart fluttered faster than a hummingbird’s wings and all I could do was stare. Carry around a couple of golden balls? That was punishment?
His gaze never leaving mine, and his grip around the twisted chain holding me in place, he lowered his hand to my wet pussy and inserted first one, then both of the golden spheres deep inside me. When he dropped his hand, the spheres slipped past my inner muscles and back toward his palm. He held his hand there, unmoving, as he stared into my stunned face. “You will hold these inside your pussy, gara, until I return for you. Or you will be spanked again. This time I will not hold back and you will not be able to sit for a week.”
Holy shit, he was serious. And the entire situation made my pussy clench. His seed slipped from me, but not the balls. Just that fast, I was eager for him again.
Tark smiled at my wetness and his seed that coated his palm, lowered his head to kiss my neck, and shoved the spheres back up inside my pussy as his tongue traced hot lines over my collarbone. He lifted his head and removed both of his hands from my body at the same time.
When he let go, the longer chain I had seen swung down between my thighs. The weight made the chain heavier, but each swing of it sent a small electric shock to my clit.
I gasped as I clenched down on the weighty metal objects.
“The spheres will keep you aroused, gara, but the neuroprogramming will not allow you to come. Making you come is my job, and my job alone.” He traced the curve of my cheek with gentle fingers and stared down into my eyes. “If you remove it, I will know. The stimspheres are linked to my monitoring system.” He pointed at a device he had strapped to his forearm.
“Once Goran uploads the data from your claiming, everyone in the interstellar coalition will know you have accepted the high councilor’s claim, that you belong to me. With that,” he indicated the spinning golden disc that hung between my thighs, “perhaps you will remember the same and temper your tongue.”
He lifted me from my feet for a brief moment to make sure the disc was swinging. I hissed out a breath at the feel of the jolt of stimulation inside my pussy and I clenched down hard. A mixture of discomfort and desire made me shiver with every pendulum-like swing of the golden chain as I watched him leave the tent. I was thoroughly chastised, naked, well fucked, and swiftly returning to full arousal.
Chapter Four
The pixel image sent with Evelyn Day’s profile information was a horrible representation of the stunning beauty I’d just fucked. In the image, harsh lighting had cast a purplish glow to her skin, her hair—a true fiery red—had been matted and appeared dark. The soft strands were anything but. They curled wildly, were soft and shiny and the color of the blood moon. In the image, her eyes had been wide with what I had imagined to be fear and her mouth had been pinched in a flat line. The vibrant and feisty woman who’d arrived to the remote transport station was nothing like her official profile image, and that fact pleased me immensely.
When she’d first awakened, her eyes met mine first. Mine. Bron had been a fark, eager to get his hands on her under the guise of medicine. He’d even had a cock stand for my mate. His job with me was over and he would get nowhere near Evelyn Day. The unethical fark would be lucky to get a position on a transfer trawler headed for deep space.
I couldn’t believe that Evelyn Day had been selected from billions of potential mates to be well and truly mine. I had barely been able to wait through the examination—fark, that process had only made my need worse—to see my seed coat her creamy white thighs. Perhaps my eagerness was one of an overly randy youth, but I’d waited so long for her.
But now, I feared the long wait had made me not only eager, but too kind. My mate was a criminal convicted of murder. Even Goran had questioned my actions when witnessing how I’d been with her. My mate was a killer. But when I looked into her eyes, watched every tick of her pulse, held awareness of her every breath and tasted her lush body’s response to my touch, I could not keep that one simple fact in my mind.
Evelyn Day. Twenty-eight. Convicted of murder.
The Interstellar Bride Program had sent her name, age, those three words, and a pixel image. Nothing else.
Who had she killed, and why? I was a warrior and I knew the cost of taking a life. I had done it many times. Some men deserved to die, but others were simply following orders, or fighting for the wrong side. Some fought to defend their homes or their mates. Others relished the taste of life and death on their tongue.
Evelyn Day did not have the eyes of a woman who enjoyed killing. She was soft and warm. Giving herself to me had made her pussy hot enough to scald my cock. Such sweet agony.
Murderer or not, there was no chance she could harm me. I almost laughed aloud at the idea. I was unfamiliar with the men from Earth, but she was too small to be a danger to me; her head only came up to my shoulder. She’d been feisty and disrespectful, but I could not blame her actions. She had just been banished from her planet and was now the mate of a stranger. That did not mean her behavior went unchecked. She’d needed a spanking to learn right away that her insolent behavior would not be tolerated. After I’d tossed her over my thighs and gave her the swats she deserved—albeit lighter than I would once she settled in—she knew who was in charge and who would submit.
Seeing the pale globes of her ass change from creamy white to fiery red had made my cock rock hard. Watching the soft flesh quiver with each strike, seeing my handprint form… fark. I was not the only one who’d enjoyed it. She would certainly argue, but she’d been aroused by it. The testing matched her submissiveness to my need for control. It would only be a matter of time before she recognized this and relented.
Until then… it would be enjoyable to watch her fight, then ultimately give over to me. With a satisfied grin, I checked my monitors and set the stimspheres I’d left inside her pussy to the lowest setting for two hours. I planned to be done with my meeting in half that time, and I wanted her pussy swollen and eager for more. I couldn’t wait t
o get her home, safe, where I could lay her down and taste her, take my time and explore every inch of her creamy skin. I hadn’t even been at Outpost Nine a week, but I was ready to get back to the palace. Now, more than ever.
I’d offered Evelyn Day no opportunity to transition, no chance to acclimate to either me or Outpost Nine, for there had not been time. It wasn’t just my cock dictating my actions, Trion custom did as well. I’d had to fuck her immediately. If I hadn’t, another could have claimed her. Her beauty would not go unnoticed here. Women were precious and rare, highly valued. Many would fight to claim her, and it was possible she could be hurt or claimed by a male completely unworthy. When it came to Evelyn Day, I was the only worthy man in the universe. I growled in possessiveness at the idea.
She wore my adornment, the chain adding beauty to her full breasts and signifying her as mine. With my seed marking her pussy and thighs, there would be no doubt. Her safety was my utmost priority. Her arrival had been a shock, the timing all wrong, but I wasn’t going to complain. The match occurring while I was at the high council meeting at Outpost Nine, not at the palace, might be inconvenient for both of us, but I would adapt. Keeping her safe could prove difficult here, but it would be done.
I couldn’t bring myself to regret that Evelyn Day had her first fucking over a ceremonial stand in a transient tent, not in my palace chambers, where she wouldn’t have had to leave my bed. Instead of learning all of her delights and beginning her training to my ways, I’d had to send her to the harem to ensure she was well protected. And that caution was well founded.
Once the other men saw her, they would want her as well. Her bright red hair was a most unusual color, rarely seen on Trion. Her body was lush and had the most delightful curves. Such passion in one so small, so soft, so delectably round and curvy. I pushed the button to the bathing unit with more force than necessary at the thought of her full breasts swaying with every movement of her body.
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