The Commander's Mate

by Morganna Williams

  “Shoes?” she asked with an arched brow.

  “We will be spending some time outdoors and I would have your feet protected,” he said simply before taking her hand and leading her from the room.

  Instead of the dining hall, Izzy was led to a small chamber off their own. Grayson scooped her close and urged her to press her face to his chest for transport.

  They were being transported before she could even think to ask where they were going. When Izzy lifted her face from his chest, Grayson set her on her feet before a large dome that seemed to have a beautiful big house inside.

  “Wait, I know this house!” Izzy cried. It was one she’d walked past on her way to school as a child. They were in the town she’d lived in all her life. Her apartment was only a few miles away!

  “This is our home,” Grayson told her softly as he touched the side of the bubble and a passage opened for them. He quickly pulled her inside the big dome and closed the passage back off, sealing them inside.

  The air was sweet and the temperature was very comfortable. While it had been hot outside the dome, in here it was around the mid-seventies. There were also giant trees with brightly colored fruits hanging heavily from them lining the walkway up to the house. She’d never seen these trees.

  “Why is this our home? I thought we would go back to your home world.” Izzy looked up at him trying to understand.

  Grayson smiled at her, then scooped her high into his arms. “I told you we made an agreement with your world to provide it with protection in exchange for brides for our warriors. My fleet and I are part of the protection. First we gathered mates for ourselves. Now we will begin to harvest mates for the men on our home world. This house will be our home and my command center for the harvest process and then for the protection of the planet,” he explained as he carried her inside the large house.

  Excitement lit Izzy’s features. “That’s wonderful, Grayson! I can go to my apartment and get some stuff, then talk to my boss about coming back to work and…”

  “No.”

  “No?” she asked with a small frown knitting her brow.

  Grayson set her on her feet in the entry hall. “No. You will not be leaving the protective dome over our home for several months and even then it will only be in my company you will venture outside our home.”

  “Why?” Izzy felt tears welling up in her eyes.

  “You will not be immune to the toxins in the environment of this world for several more months and I will not permit further exposure until the doctor is able to assure me you are immune. Further, I would never allow my mate to leave my home without myself or a guard to ensure her safety. This you understand, Isabella?” he asked.

  “This I don’t understand!” Izzy yelled up at him as she dashed angry tears from her eyes. “Why would you bring me home only to tell me I can’t see anyone or visit places I am used to? Are you being deliberately cruel or are you really that ignorant?”

  “I see you are angry, Isabella, but I would caution you to remain respectful. How am I being cruel? I felt you would be happy to be in a familiar environment.”

  “I’m not in a familiar environment; you just parked me in reach of it and told me I would never have it!” Izzy was tired of trying to explain her feelings. It shouldn’t be that difficult to understand. She turned away from him and ran up the stairs, not stopping until she found a room with a single bed in it.

  Izzy slammed the door closed and made quick use of the lock before throwing herself on the bed to give in to her tears.

  Grayson turned the doorknob, then knocked sharply. “Isabella, open this door. There will be no doors between us, mate.”

  She ignored him, burying her face in the fluffy pillow to muffle her sobs. How could he not understand her feelings? Making her live in sight of her home but keeping it out of her reach, how was it anything but cruel?

  The deafening crash of the door being kicked open and bouncing against the wall brought her straight up in bed, staring at the angry form of her mate in the doorway.

  “You will not ever attempt to lock me away from you again, young lady. Since you are upset, I will let this little rebellion slide. Come, we will retire to our room and I will attempt to make your disappointment up to you, little fire. Things are not as bad as you would paint them.” He held out his hand to her, palm up.

  “No. I have no desire to touch you or have you touch me at the moment,” Izzy said, glaring at him before turning her back to lie back down.

  “You would deny me your body?” he asked incredulously.

  “I’m not in the mood,” she yelled.

  “I see there are many lessons you have yet to learn,” Grayson said before plucking her off the little bed and tossing her across one broad shoulder.

  “Stop it! Let me go! If you force me right now, it will be rape!” Izzy screamed as she pounded him on the back.

  Grayson ignored her cries and stood her on the floor in front of a large bed, quickly stripping her of the green dress and boots. He put her on her knees in front of him, admonishing her to stay where she was while he walked into the bathroom. When he came out, he had two small vials in his hand.

  “At least you displayed sense enough not to move,” he said approvingly as he set both vials on the bedside table before lifting Izzy to the bed and laying her on her back.

  Izzy gasped as he caught her feet in one hand and pulled them over her head while pressing down and splaying her lewdly to his gaze. She tried to wriggle into a less revealing position, but was unable to escape his hold.

  Grayson grabbed one of the little vials and pulled the stopper out with his teeth before tipping its contents over her exposed privates. The thick fluid ran across her and down in the crack of her backside. He then used his fingers to rub the liquid firmly into every crevice of her labia, then thrust a coated finger inside her, rubbing it all along the walls of her sheath. He didn’t stop there after she was coated to his satisfaction; he rubbed it in all down the crack of her bottom, then stuck another finger in her shy little rosebud. This too was worked in and rubbed into the walls with a friction that was wringing a sob of pleasure from her despite herself.

  Izzy watched in confusion as he withdrew his hand from her body and released her legs. He then stuck a finger in the little vial to get the last of the liquid from it and rubbed it into both her nipples, giving Izzy a cold smile when they hardened into tight little points begging for attention.

  “Not as averse to my attentions as you would have me believe are you, little mate?”

  Izzy closed her eyes, embarrassed by her body’s betrayal.

  “Worry not about rape, Isabella; by the time I arrive home tonight you will be begging me for relief,” Grayson told her as he sat down on the bed and pulled her over his lap. She heard him open the second vial and then felt the cool liquid trickle onto her bottom. This too he rubbed in all over her backside, paying special attention to the crease where her bottom met her thighs. “You will also have learned by then never to attempt to deny me access to what is mine again.”

  She gasped as the stuff he’d rubbed into her privates began to heat and tingle, her nether regions and nipples swelling in response.

  “Good, it’s starting to take effect. Now I will spank you for your rudeness, but the real punishment has just begun,” Grayson told her as his hand began to fall sharply across her bottom.

  He spanked systematically up one side and down the other, leaving not one inch of skin untouched. She quickly began to squirm in an effort to escape his punishing hand.

  Though he wasn’t spanking her nearly as hard as he had before, the sting began to grow almost unbearably from the very first swat. Grayson stopped after he’d covered every inch of her backside, then lifted her to stand before him.

  Izzy gasped at the heat continuing to fill her bottom and private area, reaching back to rub only to whimper as the sensation only intensified.

  Grayson caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing he
r eyes to his. “Rubbing will only make the sting worse, little fire, and as the gangy root I have rubbed elsewhere intensifies, you will find yourself on the brink of orgasm continuously with no relief in sight.”

  “What?” she asked in horror.

  “My seed is the only thing that will relieve the ache you are bound to begin feeling soon and another spanking is all that will stop the burning in your bottom once the binka root has dried. When I return home this evening, I expect you to apologize nicely for your behavior and ask me to discipline you accordingly. Then, my defiant little mate, you will beg me to take you in every way possible. Use the time in the interim to reflect on how the day could have gone very differently,” Grayson advised her, placing a quick kiss on her brow before leaving the room.

  Izzy winced when she heard the front door close, knowing he’d truly left her alone. The heat in her bottom was still intensifying and the tingling heat in her other areas was growing too.

  It only took minutes for Izzy to completely understand the full measure of her punishment. The fire in her bottom was now secondary to the pulsing need filling her elsewhere. Her poor little clit was swollen to unbelievable proportions and pulsing with need while her channels both pulsed with the same need, engorged and tight.

  Izzy tried to relieve herself, but her touch only intensified the need; she hung right on the edge of orgasm, not able to come down or send herself over the edge. All she could do was lie on the bed and whimper. Even her nipples were distended to three times their normal size and beyond sensitive.

  She knew by the time Grayson returned to her, she would be mindless with need and she would do anything he asked of her. Izzy also knew she would never deny him the succor of her body again, but at the same time she felt betrayed that her gentle, caring mate could leave her to suffer all day in such a way.

  Izzy wasn’t sure she’d be able to forgive him. It had only been a few minutes and she was already desperate for relief; to suffer the rest of the day like this would be pure torture.

  * * *

  He didn’t get far from the house before reason caught up to his ire; he’d used Ramelian herbs on a human mate without really knowing how strongly they would affect her. Grayson had been hurt when she’d locked the door on him after all they’d shared.

  It had only been fifteen minutes, but he was suddenly desperate to get back to his little mate and repair any damage he’d done to their newly budding relationship.

  Grayson walked into the house to the sound of his little mate’s whimpers; his gut clenched at the desperation in the muted cries. While the oil should have kept her need high and primed, it shouldn’t have reached this level in only a few minutes. It was a tool widely used to discipline the women of his planet, but it obviously affected Isabella’s body much more quickly.

  Izzy was on the bed, her entire body flushed with need. Her eyes aimed right at him but obviously couldn’t see him, so lost was she in her need. He took in the rigid swollen tips of her breasts, a red so dark they were almost black and the area between her splayed thighs glistened the bright red of a ruby, so great was her arousal.

  He quickly shed his clothing and joined her on the bed; the touch of his body against hers brought forth cries of agony. “Please… please… please make it stop!”

  Grayson positioned her beneath him and drove inside her with one ruthless thrust, while sucking one tender nipple deep into his mouth where he bathed it and laved it in an effort to counteract the effect of the thick gel.

  Izzy cried out as he entered her, immediately going into a hard orgasm, but still continued to writhe against him with a frustrated moan giving evidence to the level of her need. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist to prevent him from leaving her.

  Grayson knew the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his shaft granted her the ability to come, but also knew it would take multiple shattering releases to truly give her relief and he would have to take her bottom as well.

  He rode her hard and fast, recognizing there wasn’t time for finesse. His little mate needed relief as quickly as he could provide it. When she came a fifth time, he pulled out of her and flipped her to her belly, spreading her bottom cheeks wide and thrusting inside.

  Izzy pushed up on her knees to meet each forceful thrust into her forbidden entrance, needing him desperately. Grayson was relieved the gel had opened her for him so he wasn’t hurting her with his brutal thrusts. As he moved hard and fast he ran his fingers across her swollen clit, bringing her off again and again. When Izzy was to the point of giving exhausted mewling little cries, he withdrew and came all over her quickly, using his fingers to rub it in and counteract the effects of the aphrodisiac. He left no spot inside her uncoated and also rubbed his seed into the tips of her breasts. As he drove his cum-covered fingers inside her channels, his lips closed over her little nub and sucked.

  Isabella’s back bowed as she came screaming one last time, finally finding complete relief. When it was over, she slumped onto the mattress, not caring that she was covered in Grayson’s seed. She was too tired to care.

  Grayson lifted her gently in his arms and carried her into the bathroom, crooning to her in his own language. He gently washed her entire body, then lifted her in one of the big fluffy towels, drying her still sensitive skin carefully.

  He laid her back down and climbed in next to her, cuddling her close to his heart. “I fear you reacted much more strongly to our aphrodisiac than intended, little fire. I apologize, I didn’t account for the small differences in our physiology.”

  She rolled over to look up at him in confusion. “Didn’t you mean to leave me aching for you like that?”

  “I meant to leave you needy, not actually in pain. For the women of our people, the past few minutes would have had little effect; leaving them for the day as I’d originally planned would have left them needy and little achy, unable to relieve the need and much more amenable to their mate upon his return. It would take several days without their mate taking care of the need to reach the state you were in,” Grayson told her earnestly. “Please know, little fire, I would never have knowingly left you to suffer in that way. My intent was to teach you a lesson with mild sensual punishment, not to torture you sexually. I returned after only a few minutes because I realized I’d failed to account for our differences.”

  Isabella gave him a sad smile. “I believe you, Grayson. Now I must ask you to forgive my rudeness and please punish me.”

  He closed his eyes as remorse filled him. “I wish I had not taken the extra step to use the binka root. Unfortunately, odd as it is, the only way to dissipate the effects of the root are with a good spanking. Our scientists have explained the sudden rush of blood to the affected area is what disperses the chemical extracted from the binka root.”

  Tears filled Isabella’s eyes. “My bottom is on fire and I am so very tired.”

  Grayson nodded and pulled her across his lap. “I promise you, little mate, that I will never respond so quickly in anger again.”

  He positioned Isabella with her torso under one arm and hooked her legs over his own, widening his legs as he opened her wide.

  “Grayson?” Uncertainty filled Isabella’s voice.

  “The spanking need not be punishment, little fire,” Grayson told her with a smile, swatting her upturned bottom quickly, then stroking his hand over the hot pink skin with a gliding caress. As his hand slid up her inner thigh and grazed her mound, she gave a little mewl of surprise.

  “I don’t know if I can again, Grayson,” she said breathlessly.

  “Trust me, little mate, you can come again for me.” Grayson continued, alternating swats to her bottom with touches to her labia and slick hard thrusts of his fingers into her wet sheath. As she began to respond, his spanks grew harder and faster as he paid close attention to the quickness of her breath and the increasing wetness between her thighs.

  Soon she was bucking across his lap in an effort to capture his fingers and keep them inside her, but he withdre
w them and placed four more hard swats to her bottom before returning his fingers to stroke deeply inside his mate’s aching channel. When he felt her begin to tighten, he withdrew them once again and delivered two very deliberate swats right to her swollen clit, sending her over the edge with a scream.

  As she cried out her release, Grayson quickly finished the spanking, making sure he’d covered every inch of her bottom. Every swat seemed to intensify Isabella’s orgasm until she just hung limply in his lap, shaking from the force of her release.

  Lifting her in his arms, he lay down behind her on the bed, drawing her back against him. Grayson enjoyed the feel of her hot bottom pressed tightly into his groin.

  Isabella was asleep almost before he had them cocooned in the blankets.

  He cuddled her close and whispered to her how precious she was, holding her as she slept.

  * * *

  Izzy woke to the feel of Grayson suckling at her breast. He lavished each with attention before moving on to kiss her everywhere.

  By the time she opened her legs wide to welcome him between the cradle of her thighs, Izzy was beside herself with need. He joined them with one strong thrust, starting a rhythm meant to bring her quickly to orgasm.

  He would take a hard stroke in, then grind against her clit before withdrawing and slamming back home and doing it again. Izzy moaned her release in record time, then he stopped moving all together.

  Grayson seemed to freeze in place deep within her, and began stroking her softly and whispering endearments as she came back down from her release. Then he started the process all over again. This time as he moved in and out of her at a leisurely pace, Grayson cupped her jaw between his hands, forcing her to make eye contact with him as he took her.

  When she started to shiver around him, he stuck his thumb in his mouth to wet it thoroughly, then moved it between their bodies to stroke it around her clit as he continued to move at the same maddeningly slow pace. Izzy’s orgasm snuck up on her this time, suddenly breaking over her without warning.