“Fine. I don’t want to discuss this anymore,” Isabella said, pulling her chin free to stare back down at her plate.
“We can finish the discussion later. Eat your lunch, Isabella.”
* * *
If she hadn’t been so hungry, there might have been more of a battle, but Izzy had always enjoyed her food and missing meals never made her happy. So she picked up her fork and contented herself with sending the infuriating man one more defiant glare before tackling the plate in front of her.
Izzy took a small bite of something that looked a like a beef patty covered in some kind of sauce. Its texture was like meat, and as the savory flavors burst on her tongue, she suddenly felt like she was starving and dug into her plate with gusto. The food, while different from earth food, was delicious.
Grayson smiled as she cleaned her plate. “Do you need more, little fire?”
“No, thank you. I couldn’t eat another bite,” she said, giving him a small, tentative smile.
After lunch, Grayson took Izzy on a quick tour of the ship. He showed her back to the medical bay where he explained she would need to go once a week to get her nutritional injection.
“Injection? I don’t think so,” she said with a shake of her head.
Grayson paused outside the infirmary and looked down at her with a frown. “You will take the shots weekly, Isabella. They are necessary to ensure proper regeneration of your systems and to help purge all the earth toxins from you.”
“I don’t have any earth toxins or otherwise and I refuse to get needless shots. I hate shots!” Izzy yelled with a stomp of her foot.
He turned her toward their suite of rooms, pulling her quickly down the hall with one hand while swatting her repeatedly on her backside with the other.
Izzy yelped and tried to hurry her steps to escape his hard hand.
“What did I tell you about respect, young lady?” he asked with an exceptionally hard swat to her posterior.
“I should always speak respectfully!” she yelled desperately while frantically trying to cover the target area with her free hand.
Izzy felt her face heat with embarrassment as people walked past eyeing the situation with amusement. “Please wait until we get back to the room.”
She was relieved when he stopped swatting her, glad public spanking was not on the agenda. though butterflies began swimming in her tummy at the thought of what awaited once they reached his quarters.
Izzy was silent as he led her into their rooms; as soon as the door closed behind them he released her arm and she watched nervously as he retrieved a straight-backed chair from the corner and placed it in the middle of the floor.
Grayson sat down and then held a hand out to Isabella. “Come, let’s finish this unpleasantness and have done with it.”
Her chin quivered. “But can’t we just talk about this?”
“Isabella, I respected your request to discipline you privately because it was asked respectfully. Am I going to regret my consideration?”
Izzy’s shoulders slumped as she realized there was no escape from this punishment and if she didn’t comply, he would likely follow through in the future more publicly. She walked toward him with great trepidation. Tears filled her eyes as she placed her hand in his.
“Good girl,” Grayson said, clearly pleased with her compliance; he pulled her to him and tipped her across his lap as he lifted her skirt to rest on her back, completely baring her to his gaze.
His hand fell sharply on each sit spot twice and then he stood her between his legs. While the swats delivered were scorching, Izzy knew this was a very mild punishment and she was grateful.
“I am proud of you, little fire. Acceptance of discipline is half the lesson. Now, let’s discuss your shots, civilly please,” Grayson cautioned as he pulled her to sit on his knee.
“I don’t like shots and I don’t trust your doctors,” she said quietly.
“You believe I would allow them to give you something that would harm you?” he asked softly, obviously a little offended by the idea.
“I believe it would be easy to give me something that would make me more malleable and compliant with your wishes. I don’t want to be a mindless sex toy,” Izzy said fearfully, wrapping her arms protectively around her middle.
Grayson shifted her in his lap so she straddled him and cupped her face so she couldn’t avoid his gaze. “Isabella, I would not alter you in any way. If I am displeased with your behavior, I will discipline you accordingly, but I would never drug you or take away your ability to express yourself. Did you see anything in the dining hall to indicate any of the mates present were chemically altered or drugged?”
“No… but…”
“In fact, you saw Holly throw a plate a food at her mate. Granted, he immediately took her to task, but was that the action of a drugged female?”
“I figured she was new like me.”
“Holly has been mated to Rand since the agreement with your world was first made. In fact, I believe they might have been the first bonded pair to come out of the agreement. She is a temperamental little thing and Rand adores her. I’m not sure what he did to anger her, but she is well aware of the consequences of expressing it inappropriately,” Grayson said with a rueful smile.
“She’s allowed to disagree with her husband and show anger?” Izzy asked, a little surprised by the revelation.
“Of course she is, Isabella, as are you. We don’t want robots, we want flesh and blood women as mates. You will, I’m sure, become quite angry with me at times. I encourage you to tell me privately and appropriately when this occurs so we can communicate and work through the problem. Expressing disagreement and displeasure in a thoughtful manner is fine; what I will not accept is outright defiance and disrespect,” Grayson informed her firmly.
* * *
Studying the thoughtful expression on Isabella’s face, he decided there had been enough discussion on the matter for the moment. With a smile he stood her before him and pulled the bright caftan over her head, leaving her naked once more.
“Grayson! What are you doing?” she asked in alarm.
“Worry not, little flame. I know you are still sore from our bed play last night. There are many ways to give and receive pleasure,” he said, standing and removing his own clothing before taking her hand and leading her to the large bed.
He enjoyed the furious blush filling her lovely face as Isabella followed him willingly to the bed. Grayson laid back on the big bed and pulled her down next to him.
“Would you like to explore my body, little fire?” he asked softly.
A fresh blush filled her cheeks, but she shyly nodded, sitting up next to him to run her hands across the cut muscles of his torso. Her eyes took on a dreamy look as she seemed to lose herself in the intriguing textures of his skin, lightly furred with dark hair, and the hardness of the muscles playing beneath the surface, seeming to ripple with her every touch.
When her curious fingers grazed one flat nipple, he hissed with pleasure and moved restlessly on the bed. Isabella froze and watched him nervously. Grayson merely smiled at her and nodded for her to continue.
She became bolder with her strokes, placing little kisses along the way as she worked her way down to the object Grayson knew most of her curiosity centered around. His erection stood proudly against his lean stomach, seeming to almost reach toward her as she neared the swollen tip.
Isabella leaned down toward that straining member and lapped lightly at the head with her tongue. Grayson gritted his teeth, determined to let her have this time to learn his body. He knew it would go a long way toward gaining her trust and eventually her love.
* * *
Smiling, Izzy remembered all the reading she’d done describing the act of giving a blowjob, finding herself eager to put the book learning into practice. Wrapping her small hand around the base of his shaft, she pointed its tip to her lips as she leaned in and enclosed the large head between them.
He was so large i
n circumference that it was a tight fit, but she managed to take the entire head and a few inches of his shaft, rubbing her tongue along the sensitive underside as she applied suction. Izzy moaned as she began moving her head up and down to take a little more at a time until his thickness bumped the back of her throat. He was so large she’d only managed to get about half of him, but she used her hands to stroke the bottom of his shaft in time with the movements of her mouth.
In only a matter of minutes Grayson groaned and released down the back of her throat. Izzy swallowed everything almost reflexively, surprised by the quickness of his orgasm.
He stroked her hair, his cheeks covered with the red flush of desire. “I’m sorry, little fire. The first touch of your mouth almost unmanned me. I didn’t intend to end your explorations so quickly.”
Izzy smiled, finding she was proud to cause him to lose control.
Grayson tipped her over flat on her back, wedging his shoulders between her thighs, Izzy felt herself get even wetter in anticipation as she remembered the pleasure he could give.
“Look how wet you are for me, little fire,” he said holding up his fingers coated in the proof of her desire. She watched as he used his tongue to clean her essence from his fingers, the intimacy of the act sending another jolt of wet heat to pool between her thighs.
He spread her wide, then applied his tongue to her little button of pleasure, sinking a finger gently into her still tender channel.
Grayson coated his finger thoroughly, then moved it down to the rosebud of her bottom, piercing it slowly as he sucked on her clit.
Izzy stiffened as his finger breached her bottom, then gave a soft cry as another finger sank into her sheath. She never thought anal play would be pleasurable at all, but found it to be extremely so; the feel of his fingers gliding in and out of both places was unbelievable.
Soon his fingers were moving more and more quickly as he continued to use his tongue and mouth on her clitoris.
“Grayson, please!” she cried, beginning to writhe against his mouth and thrust up to meet the forceful glide of his fingers.
He began to thrust them harder and faster in response to her cries and soon she exploded, grinding herself into him.
He stroked her through her orgasm, then continued to stroke her, pulling his finger out of her bottom only to return with a second finger. Izzy gasped at the intensely pleasurable feeling of being stretched there combined with the relentless rub of his tongue on her overly sensitive clit. She shot into orbit again before she’d fully come down from the first orgasm.
In response she felt him purr throatily around her poor clit, causing her body to tighten again around his continuously pistoning fingers. When a third finger joined the other two in her tender bottom hole, Izzy screamed, torn between wanting more and needed to escape from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Please! Grayson… I can’t take it!” she cried desperately.
“You can take everything I have to give, little mate. And you will,” he told her firmly before returning to lap at her swollen tender clit. When his tongue rimmed the area his fingers had conquered so thoroughly, Izzy came again, screaming his name.
By the time he removed his fingers from her pulsing body and flipped her over, Izzy was almost mindless with sensation, already on the edge of orgasm once again; she eagerly pushed back against him when she felt the press of his erection against her tight anus. Suddenly having him take her there to continue the delicious stretching his fingers had given her was something Izzy needed desperately.
“Take me! Please, Grayson! Please!” Izzy cried trying to thrust her hips back to impale herself on his rigid shaft.
“Easy, little fire, hush… this must be done carefully,” he told her, holding her hips still with a firm grasp. When she continued to try to press back, two quick swats were delivered to her quivering bottom. “Be still!”
Izzy froze at the command, shocked to find that the swats and commanding tone of his voice greatly increased her need. With a mewl of frustration, she pressed her face down into the mattress and spread her legs further apart to present herself more fully to him.
Large hands spread her bottom cheeks wide as he finally pressed inside, slowly wringing groans of pleasure from both of them.
The breath caught in her chest at the feel of him filling her bottom, slowly claiming the last bit of her for his own. Izzy felt owned in a way she’d never imagined and she wanted more. She was completely at his mercy as he took her at his own pace; Grayson’s careful but deliberate movements were obviously designed to drive her out of her mind.
By the time she felt the press of his balls against her ass, Izzy was desperate for him to move, to take her… to take everything.
“Please… Grayson, please… take me… take me hard and fast… I need you.” Her whispered plea finally got her what she wanted.
Grayson withdrew almost completely before ramming back inside hard and fast. His fingers worked her clit furiously as he pounded into her. Izzy bowed her back and moved her knees even further apart, as the combined pleasure and pain took her to places she’d never been. It was like she fell into a never-ending climax that went on and on, snapping her from one high to another.
Izzy had no idea how many times she’d come by the time she felt the release of his hot seed deep inside her bottom, but she was too hoarse to even voice her protest when he pulled his finally depleted shaft from her sore and tender hole.
Anal sex had been an eye-opening experience.
Izzy sank into her mate’s arms, completely sated, and fell into a deep sleep. Perhaps being mated to an alien sex machine had some good points.
Chapter Three
Izzy woke once again feeling well rested with her body tingling in the afterglow of being so well loved the night before. She frowned as her thoughts turned to Grayson. While a part of her was horrified by his archaic attitudes and Izzy hated his discipline, another part of her reacted to his mastery on a primal level. Though the spankings hurt, it was her reaction to his mastery that frightened Izzy the most.
He made her feel cherished and completely safe, feelings Izzy craved, though before meeting Grayson she’d never known something so fundamental was missing. While she wasn’t ready to admit it to Grayson, Izzy felt the ties binding them together tightening with each passing moment. Soon she wouldn’t ever want to leave.
Grayson’s sexual mastery of her body overwhelmed her senses with pleasure so intense, just remembering their shared passion could make her toes curl and her sheath shudder in anticipation of their next encounter. This combined with his discipline and the way he cared for her was impossible to resist. When she shifted on the bed, her bottom throbbed inside and out from the carnal way he’d taken her there.
Just remembering the powerful and thorough taking of her forbidden hole made her wet with need. As she attempted to sit up, however, she winced and decided it might be best to wait at least a few days before having another anal encounter.
This shouldn’t be happening this way, Izzy thought, frustrated with her responses to the big alien. She was an enlightened, independent woman. Why was she so drawn to the dependence Grayson wanted to foster her to feel for him?
She thought of her job at the library; she’d loved working there with the books that had always filled her world and teaching the children who came to her about everything those precious books had to offer. Izzy wasn’t sure when it happened, but at some point she’d traded other dreams, like marriage and family, for the worlds provided by her books. She’d felt too heavy to be attractive according to society’s standards, and enough rejection will cause a girl to give up on those things. Izzy realized she’d given up long ago, and to now suddenly have the passion she’d resigned herself to living without… it was a lot to take in.
Never in a million years would she have thought she had a submissive bone in her body, but she reveled in Grayson’s mastery and dominance.
Izzy knew she was going to have to get away from him
or lose herself to this madness forever. She just wished the thought of leaving him didn’t fill her with despair. Why did the right thing to do feel so very wrong?
“You’re awake.” Izzy looked up from her inner reflection to see Grayson smiling down at her as he sat next to her on the bed.
He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, sending shivers through her body and bringing a flood of warmth between her legs. “I wish that I could crawl back in bed with you now, little fire, but we have much to do today.”
With a sigh of resolve, Grayson stood and lifted her from the bed, standing Izzy on her feet before him. “Go use the restroom and bathe quickly, Isabella. I must braid your hair before we leave.”
“Where are we going?” she asked with a frown.
“Things will be revealed to you in good time, little mate, go now.” Grayson delivered a sharp swat to her naked bottom as he turned her toward the restroom to hurry Izzy on her way.
Izzy muttered to herself, rubbing her bottom as she walked to the bathroom. It only took her a few minutes to use the facilities and grab a quick shower after twisting her long hair up to keep it out of the waterfall-like shower. Wishing she had time to linger under the hot water, Izzy turned it off with a sigh and grabbed one of the big fluffy towels to dry herself off.
She’d barely made it back into the bedroom before Grayson was tugging another caftan over her head, this time one in a vibrant green Izzy knew would match her eyes. Once the dress was in place, she was seated at the vanity and he made quick work of the intricate braids telling everyone she belonged to him.
Izzy was surprised when Grayson stopped her before she could get out the door to put soft leather boots on her feet.
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