Her lower lip quivered before she wailed, “No! I like it.”
He gathered her to his chest again and rocked her. When that didn’t lessen her weeping, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to their bed. Long minutes of soothing caresses and tender kisses later, she finally calmed.
Only then did he pull away enough to prop himself on a forearm and use the edge of the sheet to wipe her face.
“Ready to tell me what you were doing using the mate’s helper without me?”
“No.”
“Paulova...”
“Fine. I was bored and curious. You’d never—I mean, we haven’t ever—” She flung her hand toward the corner and sneered. “I’d heard stories about how wonderful that thing was, but it was awful. And my friends were either taking me for a ride or exaggerating.”
“Not if they used it with their mate and he knew what he was doing.”
It was a gentle scold, and, of course, he was right. But she’d never been one to read an instruction manual. She’d always been able to figure things out for herself.
“Release to the helper doesn’t mean what you think it does.”
“It doesn’t?”
“It would have kept going until you found your release.”
“Again?” she gasped.
“You mean you’d already—?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Several times.”
“And you think that’s awful?”
She peeked up at him and found him grinning. “Yes, when the stupid thing doesn’t know when ‘stop’ means stop. And it sure as heck hasn’t been programmed to understand the concept of ‘no.’”
“Correct. Those words come up often during play sessions with the helper and are sometimes part of the game, so it’s programmed to respond to different commands on purpose. Usually, this is discussed, so it’s understood in advance, which we would have done if you had waited.”
She wrinkled her nose at his not-so-subtle admonishment. “Well, none of it matters now because it will be a cold day on Primaria before I get on that ride again.”
“I think I can convince you otherwise.”
“I think not.”
“Mm... So, we’ll do it the old-fashioned way.”
She snuggled into his chest. “Suits me fine, big guy.”
“Good. Get on your knees facing the head of the bed.”
“What? Now?”
“You’re breathing fast and I can feel your heart racing in your chest, which I suspect isn’t all due to fear.”
“That last bit was scary.”
“But imagine if I had been with you all along, kissing your lips, caressing your skin, whispering in your ear. I heard you call position two, did you try it?”
“Yes, er— Uh, one of my friends said she and her mate like that one a lot.”
“I bet. Did you?”
She shrugged but pressed her face against the side of his neck as she recalled her wicked thoughts.
“There is no reason to be timid around me, especially when there is something you enjoy. An advanced position such as nine may have frightened you, but two is something we’ve done without the helper. It’s one I enjoy a lot, too. You’re beautiful when on your knees and bent forward, the creamy expanse of your back bared, the long line of your spine tapering to your narrow waist and curved hips, your milky-white cheeks aimed upward, smooth thighs parted to reveal glistening pink in between; the view is particularly arousing for me. And while I drive inside of you, my hands are free to explore. While teasing your nipples with one hand, I can stimulate the nub at the front of your sex with the other, making you scream with pleasure, not fear.”
She squirmed, his explicit descriptions getting her hot, making her willing to explore anything and everything with him.
“Tell me, while in this position, before things got out of hand, did you fantasize about your mate giving you a swat or two on your behind?” He chuckled when she licked her lips and swallowed, hard. “No need to answer, you have a very expressive face, my lovely Lana. On your knees as I told you.”
Trask moved first, giving her room to flip over. She crawled to the head of the bed facing the wall and watched her reflection in the strategically placed mirror. Her breath hitched and her pulse lept when she saw him move in behind her gloriously naked.
“Arms up. We don’t need this gown. It will only be in my way.”
Obediently, she put her hands in the air, and he whisked the lightweight, warm weather dress over her head. With her kneeling naked before him, he wrapped himself around her, his fingers stroking up her arms while his mouth sought the curve of her neck. She angled her head, inviting more.
“You always taste so sweet.” He licked up to her ear, the sensation of his tongue and warm breath on the sensitive spot of her neck instantly peaked her nipples. “Stay as you are,” he murmured. “I’ll be back.”
In the mirror, she watched him leave the bed. When he was out of sight, she turned her head, searching for him.
“Eyes straight ahead, Lana. You’ll spoil my surprise.”
Facing front, she waited, her body humming with anticipation. When he moved in behind her again, he was as naked as she was.
Their reflection in the mirror, dark beside light, broad and sturdy next to small and delicate, their bodies together were a stunning contrast. Her eyes followed his hands caressing her body, bronze skin gliding over cream and rosy pink. He cupped her breasts and flicked her nipples with the edge of his thumbs sending currents of desire coursing down her belly to the wet center between her thighs.
Lana leaned back, rolling her head to the side until her lips grazed his jaw.
“Ready to play, baby?”
“Yes, please,” she replied while arching her back, lifting her swollen breasts, and pressing them into his palms.
“Give me your hands.”
Puzzled, she raised them in front of her.
“Palms together,” he ordered further. When she complied, he pulled free the narrow leather tie from his hair. He encircled her wrists with it once, which was all the limited length would allow, and then knotted the ends around the bit of slack he’d left between them. As a restraint, it wasn’t sturdy, but she didn’t think he’d intended it to be.
With his hands spanning her waist, he settled her on his lap.
“Drape your legs over mine.”
When she did, she exposed the wet inner folds of her pussy. Seeing herself so intimately displayed in the mirror, she tried to slam them shut, but his hands curled around her inner thighs and held her in place.
“Uh-uh, stay where you are.” He spread his legs which moved hers farther apart, and she watched as his fingers slid through her slickness. When he shifted behind her, his erect shaft sprang free and grazed along the length of her splayed pussy.
“Put your hands behind my neck.”
She frowned a moment then twisted.
“No, paulova. Raise them over your head and slid them behind me.”
“Okay,” she murmured, stretching to do as he asked, but he had to duck his head to help her out. He pulled his hair from beneath her bound hands where it was trapped and let it fall like satin over her wrists and linked fingers.
“Now, look in the mirror at how beautiful you are.”
Her gaze met his first, dark with passion in the reflection. It moved over his handsome face, framed by the whiteness of her raised arms and down to where his chin rested on her shoulder. From there, her eyes traced a path down to her chest to where his busy fingers plucked, rolled, and tugged on her nipples, not soft, but firm enough to make the inner walls of her sex clench with anticipation.
His hands moved downward and framed the pink glistening folds between her gaped thighs. “You’re warm and very, very wet. Raise up and take me inside you.”
She tried, using his neck for leverage as she raised her hips high, though not enough to get the tip of his long shaft into position. Once more, he had to help, lifting her until their bodies alig
ned, ready for his first upward thrust, but he didn’t. Instead, with the head at her opening, he let her gradually slide onto him, her body weight easing her down. A moan of pleasure broke free when his generous size stretched her inner walls. Each time he took her, she was surprised they fit.
Once she sat on his lap again, he slowly pulsed his hips to ensure he was fully seated.
“Heaven can’t be as glorious as being inside you, sweet mate.”
“I feel the same when you’re filling me, Trask.”
“You want more?”
She nodded, biting her lip as spirals of ecstasy threatened to send her too quickly over the edge.
“Then ride me.”
His hands guided her at first, but soon she caught the rhythm, coming almost all the way off and letting gravity carry her back down in a breathtaking glide. He released her waist, one hand coming up to her breast, busy fingers at play again, the other moved low, and lightly stroked the skin of her mound. “Look how perfectly we fit together, Lana.”
Her eyes homed in on his fingers holding her sex spread wide, revealing his shaft appearing and disappearing inside her glistening folds as she writhed on top of him. Fascinated, she couldn’t look away.
His voice was a husky growl in her ear. “I’ll never tire of watching your tight cunt, drenched with your nectar, greedily taking my cock.”
She sucked in a breath, surprised by his graphic speech, and aroused more by its eroticism. She didn’t break her rhythm even when his fingers dipped inside, stroking her inner folds, circling where they joined. No barriers stood between him and what he wanted to see, touch, feel.
Lana closed her eyes as she undulated on top of him, swept up by the waves of desire as they intensified and carried her inexorably toward a culmination. A faint buzzing reached her ears at the same time a jolt of current shot through her clit.
“Trask,” she called, her movements faltering as her eyes popped open.
“Shh, baby, don’t stop,” he murmured, as he dragged his forefinger encased in a fingertip vibrator over the folds and nub at the front of her pussy. “Think of me as your personal helper working tirelessly to bring you pleasure.”
Although she was right side up, her position wasn’t dissimilar to when he’d walked in a short time ago, arms and legs splayed, her breasts upthrust and quivering, her pussy drenched from the toy vibrating untiringly. And, he was driving her to the brink, again. She lacked only one thing. But she was more than happy to have Trask’s big cock where it was now, in an orifice able to accommodate it.
“How adventurous are you, my mate?” he asked, seeming to read her thoughts. “Have you wondered?”
Her eyes met his in the mirror, and she blatantly lied with a shake of her head.
He gave her a knowing grin. “Try again. You weren’t screaming the house down when I walked in the front door, and the probe was a third inside you when I came into the room. It wasn’t as bad as you made it out to be, was it?” She opened her mouth to declare the opposite when he gave her nipple a firm pinch in warning. “The truth.”
She pressed her lips together, rethinking what she intended to say.
“Were you in pain?”
“No,” she admitted. “It didn’t hurt so much as it felt...odd.”
“You were unsure, but also excited because you think it’s naughty.”
“Yes,” she groaned as he concentrated the vibrator directly on her clit.
“It also shocked you, having your naughty desires fulfilled by a machine rather than a man.”
Her denial turned into a choked squawk when he tugged the hard peak he still held.
“Yes, I didn’t want to do that, with that thing.”
“It’s good you have me, the real thing, made of flesh and blood. Unhook your hands from my neck and lean forward, we’ll finish what the helper started.”
“I don’t know,” she whispered hesitantly, not convinced she wanted to, but not sure she didn’t, either. This was Trask, the man she loved, who she’d fantasized doing every wicked thing to her—including taking her ass—when they’d been apart for so long. But dreams and reality were a world apart.
“Baby, unlike the helper, I understand both stop and no. I’ll put an end to it if I hear either. Trust me, Lana. I think you’ll enjoy it if you relax.”
Biting her lip, she stared at his reflected image with uncertainty, her body crying out yes as the vibe on his finger buzzed away at her clit. Her answer came when she raised her hands and lowered them in front of her.
“That’s my brave, adventurous mate. Lean forward onto your hands while I ease the way.” He slid his palm up her spine, pressing until, with her legs still straddling his thighs, she was half crouched, half kneeling in front of him. Cool, slippery lubricant bathed her small hole in back, then she felt him there. His flesh was more forgiving than the hard probe, but he was also thicker.
“You won’t fit.”
“I will. If you relax and breathe, I’ll ease the tip inside, and then we’ll get back to playing.”
“Your idea of playtime is a bit different than mine.”
“You say that now, baby, but just wait.”
A pinch of discomfort preceded the warm stretch of her muscles and a feeling of fullness. She concentrated on keeping her bottom lax while taking air in and out until he settled the vibe back on her clit. Then her entire pelvic floor contracted. A moan slipped out, low, long, and carnal.
“It’s up to you now. As much or as little, as fast or as slow, take what you want while I enjoy having your beauty at my fingertips.”
He raised her up, looped her hands behind his head again, and resumed the two-handed caress of every curve, hollow, peak, and wet furrow. She relaxed, took more of his hardness inside of her—there was a lot to take—and soon fell into an easy though still cautious rhythm.
Trask let her set the pace for a long while, never pushing.
“Can you take more, Lana?”
“More what? You’re so deep now, more is impossible.”
With his open mouth against her neck, she felt his chuckle course through her body. “Relax and enjoy, baby.”
His buzzing finger moved lower and slipped inside her empty channel while he kept up a thrumming back-and-forth motion in front with his thumb. When he added a second long, broad finger, it was too much.
“Oh, praise be! Trask!” Overwhelmed by so many sensations at once, she flew apart, clamping down on his fingers in her pussy, and his cock now had full possession of her ass.
He removed the torturous vibe from inside her but stayed buried in back, soothing her with kisses and soft caresses, bringing her down, until she could breathe again. She thought he’d take over and get his pleasure since that was orgasm number four in an hour, but he wasn’t done with her and started building it again.
When she was writhing on his cock once more, he took control of the pace, thrusting his hips faster, though still steady, as he opened his mouth and latched onto her neck. The fingers at her nipple tugged and tweaked more firmly, and the vibe returned to her over-sensitized clit. She could only cling to him and take. In moments, she shuddered and spasmed in climax number five.
He demanded low in her ear, “Again.”
“I can’t.”
“I think you can, so unless that’s a no or a stop, you’ll come for me once more.”
She didn’t say either.
Her mate rose to his knees and began to rock into her, faster. Lana hung by her hands, supported by a hand curved over her breast, the vibe buzzing over her clit and through her folds, and impaled on his cock. She moved the only thing she could and entangled her fingers in his hair as she went along for the ride, too enraptured by Trask surrounding her, and claiming her so completely inside and out, she couldn’t speak. She was also sex drunk and careening headlong into number six. Yes, six! It seemed impossible, but it took hold of her then, and she groaned out her pleasure helplessly.
His rough growl rising in volume echoed in the r
oom, drowning her out. He thrust hard, arms flexing tight as he slammed home and stayed there, pouring hotly into her.
The buzzing stopped, but other than his fingers switching the vibe off, he stayed wrapped around her with his face pressed into the curve of her neck and shoulder.
“Get rid of it,” she whispered drowsily.
“What’s that, baby?”
“The awful contraption; you don’t need any help.”
“I know.” He chuckled. “Why do you think it’s sat in the corner, unused?”
She would have rolled her eyes at his arrogance if she’d had the energy. As it was, he had to peel her off him and carry her into the bath. Washing her had also been up to him. He’d worn a self-satisfied grin the entire time, but she’d ignored it. And when he’d dried her, carried her back to bed, and snuggled her up beside him under the light cover, she’d promptly fallen asleep in his arms.
Chapter Seventeen
TRASK LEFT AN UNHAPPY mate glaring at him as he walked out the door the next morning. It could have been his warning to be good she’d bristled over, or the answer he’d given when she asked to accompany him to his meeting with Kerr.
“You’ll be discussing me,” she protested. “Don’t I get a say in what is decided?”
“I’ll represent your interest in whatever happens. You are to stay here, where it is safe, and you can’t get into trouble.”
Although he spoke the truth, his order wasn't received well. He understood her frustration at being confined at home alone; she was used to being busy. Except working from daylight till past dark like she'd done on the colony was unacceptable. He didn’t want her exhausted unless he was the cause, which he’d done an admirable job of the last night and twice this. But he couldn’t stay home 24/7 and make love to his mate, no matter how much they both would enjoy that.
He needed answers, so he could release her from what she called, house arrest, which she also used synonymously with the term cruel and inhuman punishment. Reminding her there were much worse penalties than residing in a fully automated comfortable home, exile away from him, for one, had wiped the defiant look from her face.
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