“Place your face to my chest, little fire. We are about to transport and it will be less disorienting if you close your eyes.”
That was all the warning she had before the world started spinning. With a squeal she flung her arms about his neck and pressed her face tight to his chest.
* * *
“We are here, little fire. You’re safe.” Grayson smiled down in amusement at the way she clung to him. She might not be ready to accept he was her mate, but she knew instinctively he was her safety.
Izzy looked around curiously. Everything was so white it almost hurt her eyes. “Where are we?”
“My ship. I need to check in on deck and register our bonding with the human-Ramelian board, but first I will drop you by the infirmary so Dr. Pimel can run the standard tests.”
“Tests? I don’t want to!” Izzy suddenly clung to him once again in a panic.
Grayson didn’t understand her fear and simply continued on to the infirmary.
Dr. Pimel was waiting inside the infirmary expectantly. “Commander, congratulations on your marriage. Place her here on the table. My, but she’s a feisty one, isn’t she? A lovely bride indeed.”
The doctor was tall and powerfully built, though he appeared to be quite a bit older than the commander. His hair was all silver and his eyes a piercing blue. Izzy cringed back against Grayson as the doctor peered at her like a specimen under his microscope.
The doctor continued to chatter as Grayson attempted to place Izzy on the table. She clung to him like a monkey, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him to keep from being set down.
“Isabella! Cooperate and lie down on the table,” he instructed firmly.
“No! I won’t! I am not having some alien probe stuck up anywhere! I’ve seen all the documentaries on Area 51 and alien abductions!”
“Alien probe?” Dr. Pimel asked in confusion.
Grayson nodded his head toward the door, dismissing the doctor from the room. The man moved quickly into his office and shut the door.
“Isabella, your behavior is unwarranted and unacceptable. You will cease this at once and submit to your examination.”
“When pigs fly!”
At the end of his rope, Grayson unwound her arms from his neck and grasped her wrists firmly in one hand, then used the other to unwind her legs before sitting himself on the doctor’s stool and dropping her face down across his lap.
“What are you… no-o-o… you can’t!” Izzy wailed as his fingers hooked in the back of her sweatpants and then jerked both them and her panties to her knees.
“I’ve had enough, Isabella. I’ve tried to be lenient and understanding, but you will obey me. Perhaps after a sample of what your defiance will earn, you will behave more appropriately.”
Finished with his lecture, Grayson began to apply the palm of his hand vigorously to the full inviting globes of her upturned backside.
“Owww! Please… don’t… stop… please!” Izzy cried as she wriggled over his lap, trying to avoid his paddle-like hand.
He brought his hard hand down across her upturned cheeks again and again. His little fire reacted to correction exactly as a Ramelian woman would, wriggling her round bottom in a desperate attempt to escape the fire he was rapidly building in her posterior. Knowing the spanking he was delivering to be a relatively mild one, Grayson ignored the pleading cries coming from his now frantically wriggling little mate.
He enjoyed watching her round bottom flatten and spring back with each spank and the way his little mate’s flesh bloomed with increasing color with each well-placed swat.
Grayson took her white bottom from pink to red to crimson before he was satisfied he’d taught the lesson he intended.
He pulled her pants back up and then stood the sobbing Isabella back before him. “Now, do you think you can be a good girl?”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a loud sniffle.
Grayson smiled and cuddled her close, kissing away her tears as he rubbed her back. “There… there… it’s all over. You took your punishment well, little fire. You’re forgiven.”
When her crying turned to miserable little sniffles, Grayson placed her up on the table and called the doctor back to the room.
“Poor dear. She’s overwhelmed, commander. Nothing to worry about. These little earth women appear to be high-strung. First we’ll run a quick scan.”
The scan only took seconds. “All of her organs are in good shape. I’d say she’s about forty earth years and should be able to have a long healthy life with you and produce good offspring. Of course I will need to give her supplement shots for a few weeks until her body becomes used to healthy air and good nutrition. Once those take effect, her organs will renew themselves, including her reproductive system.”
“She said she was unable to have children,” Grayson told the doctor with a frown.
“I’m sure she believed it to be so; the poor air quality and nutrition cause the reproductive organs of the earth females to shut down at an early age. Though their bodies are still functioning, I believe many women on earth choose not to have children after a certain age because of the risk of birth defects. Which are of course another result of poor air quality and nutrition.” The doctor smiled at the commander. “Now, young lady, if you’ll remove your clothing, we can finish your exam.”
Grayson held Isabella in place when she would have jumped from the table. “What kind of examination?” she asked suspiciously.
The doctor patted her lightly on the shoulder before turning away to get gloves and pull something from a drawer. “A pelvic examination so I can look inside and ensure everything is as it should be.”
“No!” Isabella yelled and began to fight Grayson to get off the table.
Grayson easily held his disobedient little mate in place and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Isabella, if I need to spank you again so soon, I will do it in front of the doctor and I won’t stop until you are begging to be examined.”
* * *
Izzy looked up at the giant barbarian in horror; her bottom hurt from the last spanking! She dropped her shoulders in defeat and closed her eyes when she felt Grayson begin to tug off her clothing. She lay completely still, no longer fighting him but not helping either.
When she was laid out completely naked on the table, Izzy squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she could in an effort to ignore the two men staring down at her nude body.
Izzy wouldn’t have thought she could blush any deeper, but then she felt the doctor grab a nipple in between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, tweaking them sharply.
Her eyes sprang open, mortified to find Dr. Pimel studying her breasts closely as he continued to twist her nipples gently. She wanted to cry as they tightened responding to his clinical examination.
“Good. Very responsive breasts. Full; she’ll definitely be able to nurse a child,” the doctor said before giving each full breast a squeeze then moving on to pull her feet into stirrups.
Izzy wanted to pull her legs back together, but Dr. Pimel quickly strapped her legs into the stirrups and spread them wide until the table locked into place with a loud click.
Knowing she was spread completely open to both men was beyond humiliating. Grayson made a humming sound and leaned down to whisper in her ear again, “You’re doing very well, little fire. Such a beautiful little mate I have. I see how pink and wet you are, naughty girl.”
She gasped as he pinched one of her nipples lightly; feeling the wetness between her thighs added another layer of embarrassment to the situation.
“Her body is very responsive,” Dr. Pimel said as he slid a gloved finger through the slick lips of her labia and skated it across her clit.
Izzy bit back a groan as her hips canted forward in response to the caress, then cried out when two thick fingers sank deep inside her. “Stop! Please!”
“Shhhh… little mate, it will be over in but a moment,” Grayson murmured softly.
The doctor pressed down on her abdomen as
he moved the fingers inside of her, pressing deep enough to wring another gasp from her lips. Then it was over and the doctor smiled down at her as he removed his gloves.
“She’s a virgin, a rare find indeed, commander. Everything is in order, she should have no problem breeding healthy babies. No problem at all.”
Izzy sprang from the table as soon as the doctor unclamped her from the straps; thankfully Grayson let go of her shoulders. She wanted to clamp her fingers in her ears to keep from hearing what the doctor had to say. They talked about her like she wasn’t even there!
“Where are my clothes?” she asked, not making eye contact with either man.
Grayson wrapped a blanket around her before scooping her back up in his arms. “The garments you were wearing have been disposed of. I will supply all you need.”
“So I will no longer have anything of my own?” Izzy asked, defeat filling her voice and showing in her posture. She couldn’t see anything positive about the situation. Her thoughts and feelings would obviously mean nothing and she would have nothing; basically she would be nothing.
* * *
Grayson didn’t care for the defeated posture of his mate. She refused to look at him, staring morosely down.
The doctor smiled at him. “This has not been an uncommon response; she will get used to the way we do things. They all do. As this has already been such an emotional day, I would recommend a nap. A good rest and she will wake with a more positive outlook.”
Isabella looked up long enough to glare at the doctor, but thankfully held her tongue. Grayson really didn’t want to have to punish her again so soon.
Grayson thanked the doctor then took his leave, carrying his precious burden to their quarters. He quickly stripped her of the blanket before tucking her into bed. “You will rest now, Isabella.”
She looked up at him for a minute before turning her back and curling into a ball beneath the blankets.
Grayson sat down next to her and watched as the tightness left her shoulders and her body relaxed in sleep.
He’d enjoyed seeing his little mate’s lush figure. She had beautiful full round breasts, a nipped-in waist and a cute belly with lovely rounded hips and thighs. The mate the creator made for him was perfect; Isabella would be an asset to his home and a treasure in his bed.
* * *
Izzy smiled and stretched as she woke cocooned in warmth, then froze when she realized her movements were restricted by the large body wrapped around her own. A male arm wrapped her torso and a heavy leg was thrown across her lower half, leaving her pinned rather possessively to his large body.
She tried not to panic, but then she felt the hot press of his morning arousal against the side of her hip. It was huge! Long and thicker than her wrist; there was no way her body could accommodate such a monster.
Izzy started trying to scoot out from under him in an effort to escape the inevitable and couldn’t suppress a gasp as her tender bottom slid across the sheets. He’d spanked her like a naughty child and then they’d examined her like a brood mare!
Calling him a foul name under her breath, Izzy tried again to slip out from under him, only to gasp in dismay when his hold tightened and he pulled her to lie on top of him.
She barely had a moment to register he was awake before his hand landed on her now exposed backside with a resounding smack that echoed through the room.
“Owww!” Izzy cried, frantically reaching back with both hands to shield her poor bottom from further assault. She’d never thought spanking sounded like a big deal before, but it hurt! Was he going to spank her every time she voiced a thought or opinion?
“I will tolerate neither disrespect nor foul language from you, little fire. Best you learn this lesson quickly for the sake of your bottom,” Grayson said firmly.
“Let me up,” she commanded softly, looking away from him.
“I think it best we lay your fears regarding sex play to rest this morning, little fire. It is time to take you fully and cement our bonded state.”
A look of horror came over her face. “No! We can’t. I don’t know you… no, it isn’t possible.”
A deep chuckle was Grayson’s only response as he rolled her swiftly beneath him on the bed.
This time she screamed and began fighting like a wild dervish, so great was her panic.
* * *
“There is no need for such drama, Isabella. I will not harm you. I promise by the time I join our bodies, you will be begging for my possession.” Grayson frowned as the words he’d intended to reassure her only renewed her struggles with increased desperation.
Grayson was curious instead as to how it could be possible for a woman of her age to still be untouched. “How is it possible you’ve never known the touch of a man, little fire? You are fair of figure and face, how is it no man has breached you as of yet? Your society is known to be freely sharing of their bodies with one another.”
If possible, her body got even stiffer as her back became rigid. “Not everyone is lacking in morals! I always thought to fall in love and sleep with one man. The opportunity just hasn’t happened because despite the fact that you like to call me little, I’m not. I’m fat and unattractive to the men of my world.”
Grayson sat up with a scowl, sitting Izzy on her knees between his thick thighs. “While it is possible the men of your planet are idiots, I will not hear such drivel from your lips again. You’re perfect as you are.”
When Izzy snorted in response, she found herself tossed across his strong left thigh as his hand began to fall with vigor on her cringing bottom.
“I will not hear you call yourself fat or unattractive again, Isabella. You are everything I could have wanted. I can’t wait to lose myself in your lush curves and your lovely face enchants me. Everything about you is beautiful; I even enjoy your penchant for defiance.” Grayson stopped after twenty well-placed swats; this was only a warning and he had other things to show her this morning.
Izzy’s sniffles turned to sighs as his warm hand began to stroke across her punished flesh with broad sweeping strokes, bringing him ever closer to the juncture between her thighs.
His broad palm cupped the inside of one of her legs and drew it over to hang on the other side of his thigh, opening her up to him. Grayson lightly skimmed his fingertips across her wet center. “Little fire, you are already wet for me,” he told her as he pierced her deeply with the smooth thrust of one thick finger.
Izzy mewled in protest, but he felt her body clamping down on his finger as if to welcome it. She gasped as Grayson began to move his finger slowly in and out of her hot channel, her legs spreading further apart in unconscious invitation. His finger began pumping faster as he watched her body tighten, then his thumb stroked across the center of her pleasure and the tension released like a snapped rubber band.
Pressing her face into the bedding, Izzy bit her lip as the pleasure of his touch consumed her; she’d never known such intense pleasure. The few times she’d tried touching herself were nothing compared to his touch.
She gave a soft little scream as her body contracted around his finger. He continued working his finger in and out of her and stroking her clit to wring as much pleasure from her as he could.
Before she could recover from her first orgasm, he shifted her to her back with her legs hanging over the end of the bed. Izzy protested weakly when he knelt on the floor between her spread thighs and lifted her legs to rest on his broad shoulders.
She tried to close her legs, but he was already between them using one hand on her belly to hold her down as the fingers of his other hand spread her labia open. He studied her for a moment before lowering his head to run his tongue up one side and down the other, studiously avoiding her little pearl.
Isabella squirmed and whimpered at the sensations of his tongue gliding across her most private flesh, her whimper turning to a wail when his tongue began to thrust in and out of her opening, wriggling around inside her in an erotic dance.
The palm rest
ing on her stomach moved down to the top of her mound, pressing down rhythmically against her clit as he used his other hand to stretch the skin taut around her channel to intensify the feeling of his tongue as he rimmed her then plunged back inside forcefully.
Soon her hips were rising to meet each thrust of his tongue as she built quickly to another release more shattering than the last. As she cried out his name, Grayson thrust two fingers hard into her still spasming channel, wrapped his lips around her little clit, and sucked.
* * *
Isabella went straight from one orgasm into another and still he kept thrusting his fingers and alternately sucking and licking on the little bundle of nerves. She was struggling to breathe as he pulled his fingers out only to return with a third to stretch her sensitive opening further. Grayson almost groaned as he watched her body’s response grow with each stroke. He ached to sink deep inside her, but knew prolonging their foreplay would give her more pleasure.
Grayson showed no mercy to his little mate, bringing her to fulfillment again and again as she thrashed against his face.
As her sheath convulsed around his fingers for the fifth time, Grayson rose above her and fit the head of his cock to her tight grasping entrance. He groaned at the feeling of the mouth of her sheath sucking at the head of his shaft, her body instinctively trying to pull him inside.
Isabella’s eyes opened wide and she grasped his shoulders in sudden wariness, but before she could even so much as shake her head to deny him, Grayson took her to the hilt with one hard thrust.
She bucked against him, fighting the painful intrusion. Grayson whispered soothing words and praised her, holding still within her as she grew accustomed to his intimate invasion.
Isabella began to shift restlessly against him, obviously still nervous of him but wanting something more. In response Grayson caught her knees over his arms to deepen his penetration; at her gasp of pleasure, he pulled out almost to the tip of his erection then drove back to the hilt with a smooth stroke. The pleasure was almost more than he could bear, but he was determined to make his little mate’s introduction to lovemaking memorable.
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