“Your pussy juice should be enough,” he muttered, thrusting his finger inside her.
She let out a joyful cry, but the moment was fleeting. With his finger moistened he pushed it into her rosebud, and as his free hand resumed the spanking, she dropped her head to wail into the pillow.
“Do you still wish to be with me?”
“Yes, sir, more than ever,” she vowed, turning her face to the side.
“Even though you are subject to this discipline?”
“Yes, sir.”
Abruptly his finger withdrew, his hand stopped smacking, and his cock plunged inside her. Releasing a cry of joy and shock, she clenched her fists as his member resumed its thrilling, decadent dance, but just as she surrendered to the electrifying sensations, the pumping paused.
“Please, oh, please don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Please, I’m begging you.”
He didn’t speak, but he didn’t have to. Her attention was suddenly snatched away from her fevered need. Though his dick had stopped moving in and out of its sheath, like a balloon on a helium tank, he swelled inside her. As it grew, causing her gasp in the air and making it impossible for her to move, an epiphany rippled through her being. He had demonstrated his possession by pinning her body with his weight, scalding her backside, and dominating her forbidden back channel. Now he literally consumed her pussy. He owned her, utterly and completely. She felt no resistance, or the need to be free of his invisible, enveloping bondage, and sounding like a lioness in heat, a long, low growl rose up from her soul.
“Who do you belong to?”
His tone was soft, but deep, and as she searched for her voice, she felt his enormous cock slowly shrink to its normal size.
“You, Master,” she breathed. “I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”
Delivering the promise, heat burned the back of her throat. She wanted to sink into his arms and feel his powerful hold, she ached to hear the strong, steady beating of his heart against her ear, but most of all she wanted to gaze into his lavender eyes and see his love.
“Beautiful Abby, raise up on your hands and look over your shoulder.”
Leaning over her body and sliding his fingers into her hair, he lovingly drifted his lips over hers.
“All is forgiven, my precious girl,” he murmured. “I never thought I would experience what it is to be in love. I’m going to spend the rest of my days showing you how grateful I am that you’re in my life.”
“Zaroff,” she whimpered, her heart soaring. “I never thought I’d know happiness like this. I’m going to spend the rest of my days showing you how grateful I am that you’re in my life.”
“I think we just exchanged our marriage vows,” he said softly, then gently kissing her, he straightened up, clutched her hips, and plunging his concrete cock inside her, he began to pump with slow, strong strokes.
“Tell me when you’re ready for more.”
“I’m ready now, I want more now, please, Master.”
Suddenly accelerating, his member became a conductor’s baton, brushing against her clit, touching the mysterious spot buried deep inside her, then rapidly thrusting, eliciting deep moans, cries of joy, and howls of pleasure, all the while keeping her on the edge. Every nerve in her body sparked, every inch of her felt alive, and throwing back her head, she begged for her release.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have your orgasm,” he assured her, carefully pulling out and flipping her onto her back, “but I must watch you.”
Delirious with need, she raised her arms to circle his neck as he dropped on top of her, loving his weight and the feel of his chest crushing her breasts.
“Zaroff, I love you, I love this, I love everything.”
“Even your stinging bottom?”
“Especially my stinging bottom. I love your discipline. I couldn’t live without it.”
“I couldn’t live without you,” he whispered as his cock slid back inside her. “I will stay buried. My member will bring you to your climax.”
“But—?”
“Trust me, Abby.”
“I do, completely.”
Pressing his mouth on hers in a passionate kiss, she could feel his power, his control, and his love. His cock grew large inside her, then began to thrust, but he wasn’t moving.
“It will beat against that spot and give you incredible pleasure,” he whispered as he broke from their kiss.
“It’s already happening,” she gasped. “Zaroff, hold me, it’s, it’s—”
“Like nothing you’ve ever had,” he crooned. “Sink into it, my love.”
The glorious convulsion surged through her body, tumbling her through a maze of sparkling ecstasy. Her limbs tightened, she cried out his name, and as his mouth sucked on her neck, shivers of pleasure united with the sublime spasms. He was groaning, and as his cock grew even bigger, the intensity of the spine-tingling waves increased, then slowly began to dissolve. As he dwindled away and her orgasm waned, though her body still tingled she couldn’t fight the dark, tranquil abyss.
* * *
The thudding of his heart stirred her awake.
“I must have passed out,” she mumbled, slowly opening her eyes.
“That particular climax sends you into sleep.”
“I don’t remember anything after it finally faded, but I feel amazing. So calm and happy.”
“Abby, I want you to know that final test is required by law, and not just for the ruler. Every human female ready to marry a Ratheon must go through it. Having the gene doesn’t guarantee honesty. As I said to you, for a partnership to work there must be sexual attraction and a deep affection, but those things must be real. Experience has taught us human females can be quite conniving.”
“Ah, I see. A Ratheon marriage as an escape would be tempting to an unscrupulous woman.”
“But, Abby, I hope you know I never doubted you. Not for a moment.”
“I know, besides, you’re too smart to be hoodwinked,” she said with a giggle, then muttered, “though I wonder if it’s possible.”
“Don’t get any ideas.”
“Who, me?” she replied, giggling again. “Zaroff, who was sitting on your throne?”
“He’s a famous performer on Rathe.”
“You have performers?”
“Of course. We have actors and singers and musicians, writers and philosophers, just as you do on Earth. Why does that surprise you?”
“I’m not sure, but you know what’s interesting? The first thought I had when I saw him was, he looks like a male model.”
“You have outstanding instincts. He’s being groomed to move into the world of show business on Earth. It’s a powerful community. We need an inside presence.”
“Will you tell me now why you have Ratheons living on Earth?”
“Your planet has a turbulent history and shows no signs of changing. Every time we think it’s finally settling, one country invades another, or someone invents something for the good of mankind, and it becomes weaponized. A tyrant is overthrown and another takes his place. Betrayal and dishonesty are commonplace in leadership across the globe.”
“I know, it’s so sad,” she murmured with a heavy sigh. “Is that why you’re there? To bring lasting peace between the nations?”
“Yes and no. The planet is unique with its many tribes. Most people are blessed with warm, loving hearts, but they are pitted against each other by those with a lust for power. We’re on Earth to monitor, to research, and hopefully to find a solution to this ongoing problem, but right now, Abby, I don’t want to talk about that. I want to focus on us. Abby, I want you by my side. I want you to stay here with me.”
“You already know that’s what I want. It’s odd how comfortable I feel.”
“It’s the gene,” he said with a smile. “You’ve returned home.”
“Being with you is my home.”
“The law requires us to live together for a period of time, not long, thankfully, then we can enter the marriage.”
/> “Fine by me.”
“Abby,” he said, his voice becoming solemn, “you’re very special. You’ve been blessed with a unique gift, one I’ll explain over dinner tonight, but you must remember, no matter how exceptional or unique you are, you will always be subject to my authority.”
“Yes, I know. It’s how I want things. I also know I can be fiery and difficult, and that’s when I’ll need you the most.”
“So you’re ready to take the leap of faith?”
“Of course I am. I do feel a bit nervous, but excited nervous. What about you? Are you ready?”
“Abby, I’m more than ready. I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Enjoying a celebratory meal in the comfortable private dining room of Zaroff’s lavish home, Abby had listened quietly as he detailed life on Rathe, and what she could expect as the wife of the ruler.
“You haven’t interrupted with a single question,” he said with a grin, sipping his champagne. “I’m very proud of you.”
“I’ve been absolutely fascinated, but I do have a list of queries in my head.”
“No doubt, but aren’t you worried you might forget some of them?”
“Not at all. My professors said I must have a photographic memory. I suppose I must. I can retain a ton of information, detailed information. Once I hear something, or learn something, it never goes away.”
“Abby, you possess more than a photographic memory,” he replied, lowering his voice. “You’ve been blessed with an extraordinary gift.”
“This sounds interesting. Does this have to do with the gene?”
“It does. The early Ratheons were remarkable. We call them The Great Ones because their achievements could only be described as truly great, a bit like the pyramids built by the early Egyptians on Earth, though we suspect they had help, but that’s another subject for another time. The great ones pushed the boundaries of physics, medicine, and engineering. Most of our modern technology is based on their findings and theories.”
“What does this have to do with me?”
“There is a throwback gene, extremely rare, we refer to as the genius gene. It’s been two Earth centuries since we encountered a female who carried it, and—”
“I have it? Holy crap. Seriously? How do you know?”
“Ah, yes, Abby, you do. I suspected you might, and the laboratory has confirmed it.”
“What does this mean?”
“Simply put, you’ll make discoveries, you’ll probably invent theories, or—”
“Find new ways of doing things, better ways, and invent things. Holy crap.”
“I knew it was too good to be true.”
“What? I don’t have the genius gene?”
“You definitely have the gene. I was talking about—”
“How I interrupt? Oops, I just did it again. Sorry.”
“How you interrupt and the holy crap comment. If you can’t break yourself of that habit, I’ll have to lend a helping hand.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled, the predictable butterflies bursting to life. “It’s just so exciting. I don’t think I can take any more fabulous news.”
“Take a breath, Abby. You need to find your passion. It’s important your brilliant brain is channeled, or you might have a tendency to go in too many directions at once, and you’ll become restless.”
“Research. I love being a detective.”
“Researching what?”
“Good question. I’ll have to think about that. Oh, I see. This is why you made that comment earlier.”
“I’ve made many comments.”
“You must remember, no matter how exceptional or unique you are, you will always be subject to my authority.”
“That’s right, Abby.”
“I won’t forget. You won’t let me.”
“Right again.”
“I wonder what the third thing will be.”
“You’ve lost me.”
“Don’t you believe important news or events happen in threes?”
“Ah, no, not really.”
“I do. The first wonderful news was finding out we could be together; the second, I have the genius gene. There’ll be a third. You wait and see.”
* * *
Her introduction to the Universal Alliance council was a triumph. Though the thought of facing the strange creatures was nerve-racking, Abby memorized the phrase, I’m honored to meet you, in each of their languages. Initially dazzled by her flowing mane of red hair and sparkling blue eyes, when she casually made the comment as Zaroff introduced her to the individual ambassadors, they were deeply impressed. The ruler had found a worthy partner.
Zaroff was delighted to approve Minerva as Abby’s assistant, especially since it meant she could double as Abby’s bodyguard. It wasn’t until Minerva gave her a tour of the Ratheon city inside the headquarters Abby understood why she needed the security. She was to be the ruler’s wife and that made her a star. The Ratheons stopped and stared as she walked by, and she basked in their admiration. Being a quick study she soon picked up tidbits of their remarks, and to their surprise, she stopped and attempted conversation.
Cosmo was her devoted pet, trotting beside her wherever she went, and snuggling into her when she rested, read, or watched the screen. Her choices of entertainment were limitless, and Zaroff was able to arrange specific views of Earth when she felt the need.
Life had become glorious.
But Zaroff was busier than she would have liked.
In addition to his usual commitments, Fay demanded much of his time, but when he was with her, he gave her all his attention. Her sexual appetite matched his, and surrendering to his artful hands she experienced orgasmic pleasure that left her elated and exhausted. The wedding plans were underway, and though Abby offered her opinions, the team making the arrangements was so efficient she was able to focus on her gown and personal vows.
When the big day loomed, she suddenly found herself running around the reception hall making last-minute changes. Zaroff didn’t hold to Earth’s tradition of being separated the night before, and watching her move objects and rearrange bouquets of exotic flowers, he could see the exasperation on those he’d hired for the job. Not wanting to embarrass her, he left, then sent Minerva with a message. Abby was to meet him in their bedroom immediately.
Standing by the huge window, idly watching a patrol ship move slowly into a docking station, he waited for Abby to arrive. He knew the problem, and what he had to do to fix it.
“I’m really busy,” she exclaimed, bursting into the room. “I need them to move one of the tables. I’m so mad they put it off to the side the way they did. We can’t—”
“Abby, stop,” he said firmly, raising his hand. “I hired that team for a reason. You had the opportunity to offer your input, but you didn’t attend any of the meetings. Apparently you’ve been too busy meeting your fans and having lunches.”
“I’ve accepted invitations, and surely you want me to socialize with the wives of the important Ratheons here and be friendly with the citizens, don’t you?”
“You chose to surrender the decision making to the team. You can’t expect them to start changing things at the last minute, but that’s not the issue. Tell me, Abby, when do you plan on making a decision about your research?”
“What research?”
“That’s what I thought,” he said solemnly. “Come and join me on the couch.”
“But the reception hall needs—”
“Nothing from you,” he said sharply. “Please do as I ask.”
Zaroff had been loving and solicitous since the day of the presentation, and she found his abrupt change unnerving. Walking across the room to join him, she assumed her interference with the preparations in the reception hall had upset him.
“You’re right, I should have spoken up sooner,” she said as she sat down. “It’s just—”
“Do you remember the conversation we had over dinner abou
t your genius gene?”
“Of course. How could I forget something as momentous as that? I’m still waiting for the third thing.”
“You said you wanted to pursue research.”
“Oh, that’s what you meant a minute ago. I’ve been too busy to—”
“No, Abby, it’s not a matter of being too busy. You just haven’t bothered. I don’t mind you having fun and spending time out and about, but your involvement with the wedding team at the last minute is indicative of boredom. Your brain is restless. It needs to be challenged. You, Abby, need to be challenged.”
“But I want the table moved. I want to be able to walk behind it, and they have it shoved up against the wall.”
“I see. When was the last time I spanked you?”
“Two nights ago,” she mumbled, wondering why his wicked left eyebrow was raised. “You spank me all the time.”
“As part of our lovemaking.”
“Oh, I see what you’re asking. I’ve been well-behaved. I haven’t cursed, or disobeyed you, or given you any reason to punish me.”
“Therein lies the flaw. I see now you need discipline on a regular basis. Perhaps once a Ratheon week to start, and I’ll see how that works out.”
“First of all,” she began, her stomach rolling, “I still don’t understand this time thing. Ratheon weeks, Earth weeks, space weeks. It’s very confusing. I can only tell the days from the nights because you’ve kept me on my body rhythms with the timers, and I’m grateful, but—”
“You’re jabbering to distract me. You know a Ratheon week is equal to ten Earth days. I’m going to flog you, then we might be able to have a proper conversation. Take off your clothes and bend over the back of this couch. I’ll only be a moment, and I expect you to be ready when I return.”
“But—”
“That, Abby, just confirmed my suspicions. Did you forget you’re to follow my instructions without hesitation?”
But before she could speak he strode away.
Her butterflies widely fluttering, she hurriedly stripped, and had just laid herself across the back of the couch when he reappeared carrying the implement she had yet to experience.
“Open your mouth. You’re going to hold this while I heat up your backside,” he declared, placing the leather handle between her lips. “You’ve allowed yourself to get swept up by your ego, and I will not allow that, nor will I allow you to waste your gift.”
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