“Then we will begin.” He shot me a naughty grin then his face took on the stern expression that made my stomach flutter. “You’re going to be a bad girl for me tonight. Fetch your tail. Put it between your teeth and bring it to me.”
Oh, sweet Goddess! Just hearing him say those words sent a bolt of lust rocketing through me. I walked across the room, conscious of his eyes on my naked ass the whole time, got to my knees in front of the bench where he kept the tail lying out for me to see, and bent my head to pick it up in my mouth.
He treated me like the jungle cat he insisted on naming me after, making me crawl back to him on my knees, put my head down, and arch my back with my ass in the air so he could insert the tail.
As always, he took his time about it, ordering me to spread my knees wide and not move. Then he crossed the room to get a jar of scented oil. He coated his hands, reached down, and started playing with my ass. Running a fingertip around the tightly puckered opening before probing it. Sliding one finger in and out teasingly until I was panting and struggling not to pump my hips back to take it in deeper.
He took the wooden rod from between my lips, laughed wickedly, and worked a second finger in. “Did my tamina miss her tail?”
I moaned, and he smacked my ass. “Answer your master when he speaks to you!”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Very well, then. You shall have it.” He pulled his fingers out, and I felt the hard round tip of the shaft pressing against my rear entrance. I moaned again as he slid it in and out, working it deeper each time until my anus closed around the narrow neck, just below the widest part, seating it inside me. I was trembling when he stopped.
“Get up on your knees, tamina. Suck my cock.”
He unfastened the loincloth and let it drop to the floor. His manhood sprang to attention, the deep bronze shaft as hard as the wooden one in my bottom, but so much bigger.
I opened my mouth eagerly, running my tongue over the tip then down the length, swirling it around each ridge. I’d learned they were as sensitive as the head, every thick ring pulsing when he became aroused.
He grabbed my head with one hand, leaned over and wrapped the end of my tail around the other. “Suck it good,” he growled, and gave my tail a tug.
I shuddered as the wide plug stretched my bottom hole open, then clenched around it when he released the pressure. He kept on, fucking my mouth with his cock while he teased my ass with the shaft of the tail. The more he tormented me, the harder I sucked, taking it deep into my mouth.
We were both on the verge of exploding when he stopped suddenly.
“Crawl to the bed. Get on it, put your hands above your head, and lie on your back with your legs spread wide.”
Shaking, I did as I was told.
“I’m going to tie your hands together and then lick your pussy. And you’re not allowed to come until I give you my permission. If you do, I’ll punish you. Strap you to that bench, spank your ass, and leave you there all night, pulling on the tail every now and then.”
Just hearing him say those words almost sent me over the edge. He hadn’t made me come since our first night together, and he’d never eaten my pussy.
He got over me on his knees and used his loincloth to bind my wrists together. His cock hung just above my lips, thick and heavy. I stuck my tongue out to lap at the head.
He flipped me over and gave my backside half a dozen swats, so hard they brought tears to my eyes. “I’ll tell you when you can lick my cock, tamina. Until then, you do exactly as you’re told.”
My Tarzan had been masterful before, but tonight he was taking it to a new level. I was already half mad with need, and he hadn’t even started licking me.
Securing the other end of the loincloth around a decorative post in the center of his headboard, he stretched my arms up above my head then positioned my legs even wider apart.
He wrapped the end of the tail around the palm of one hand and used his fingers to spread the lips of my pussy apart. When his hot tongue dipped into my dripping slit, I thought I’d die from sheer pleasure.
“Oh, Goddess, yes! Please, yes,” I cried.
He lifted his head, and his eyes bored into mine. “I like hearing you scream. I’m going to make you scream again – over and over.”
And he did. Running the flat of his tongue up to my throbbing clit, then flicking back and forth over it. Sliding one finger in and out of my pussy while he did. When he fastened his lips over my swollen bud and started sucking, I almost exploded.
He stopped. “Not yet, tamina. I haven’t given you permission.”
I moaned and tossed my head from side to side, the only part of my body I could still move.
“I’m going to lick you all over. Taste your juices, suck your clit. For a long time. And you have to take it. You can scream. You can call upon your Goddess. When I grab your tail and pull it out, only then can you come. Do you understand?”
I was frantic, my body thrumming. “Yes, my lord,” I breathed.
He kissed his way up the inside of my thigh, teasing and tormenting me. When he took the hard nub of my clit into his mouth and sucked, I let out a wild scream.
He lifted his head and gave me a wicked smile. “Yes. Just like that.”
Dipping his head, he did as he’d promised. Rammed his hot tongue into my slit, making rough sounds deep in his chest as he lapped. He alternated, flicking the swollen bud of my clit then laving me with the flat of his tongue.
I strained against my bonds. The realization I was helpless to resist sent my fever raging even higher. My body thrummed. I moaned. I swore. I made wordless little cries that only encouraged him to keep going.
When his mouth fastened over my clit, I screamed again. He sucked hard, yanked on my tail, and it stretched the opening of my ass wide as it slid out. Inch after inch.
I shattered. Split into a thousand tiny shards that exploded out into the Universe. My mate got on his knees over me and shoved his cock into my mouth. “Now, tamina. Suck me now.”
Greedily I took him in, as desperate to feel his release as I’d been for my own. I licked each ridge as he slid his cock deeper.
He fucked my mouth, rough and hard. I loved it, loved the knowledge that I could drive him as wild as he’d driven me. He let out a roar, and his whole body tensed. His cum spurted down my throat, and I swallowed every drop.
When he sank onto my body afterward and drew me into his arms, I knew our relationship would never be the same. He’d taken it to a new level. One where neither of us could pretend indifference any longer.
Chapter Twelve
The next morning, as I sped over the treetops in a transport cruiser, I was still purring. My clit throbbed as I relived the scene in my mind, and I had to pull myself together when the cruiser slowed to a stop.
To my surprise, we were in the garden of a walled compound on the outskirts of the city, instead of at the crash site. For some reason, I’d pictured my crew being held prisoner in the ship.
There were several two-story buildings on the grounds, beautiful stone structures similar in design to the palace, but on a much smaller scale. The door to one of them flew open, and my best friend and first mate, Deena, ran out.
“Commander, it’s so good to see you! We’ve been so worried.” She pulled me into a tight hug, murmuring in my ear. “Everyone here has been so kind to us. We have you to thank for that. They told us you volunteered to mate with their prince to save our lives. I hope he doesn’t treat you badly.”
I thought back to Jalen’s tongue flicking my clit until I screamed, while I was tied to his bed. Warning me I wasn’t to come without his permission or I’d be spanked. Friend or not, I was still her commanding officer. I couldn’t indulge in girlish confessions about how much I loved his domination.
“It’s difficult, at times. But as your captain, I do what I must do for the good of my crew.” Even as I said it, I hoped the Goddess wouldn’t send me to the seventh hell for such a terrible lie.
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nbsp; I spent all day with my crew. My friends. Deena, our climatologist, couldn’t stop talking about all she’d learned. She’d been exploring the planet with a handsome Naxian guard by her side.
“Have you noticed how stable weather conditions are here? I’ve been studying variations in temperature, humidity, wind, precipitation, even atmospheric particle count. This planet is so much like Earth, but without all the man-made pollutants our race trashed the environment with. Their oceans are pristine, maybe because they never invented plastic, and the atmosphere has never been tainted by the use of fossil fuels. They have other ways to run their machines. The transport cruiser that brought you here? It uses the magnetic forces of the planet itself to hover in the air and glides along powered by solar cells.”
Marin, an expert in biodiversity, was working with a team of scientists trying to find out why the shimba were dying out.
“I needed something to do,” she explained. “This place is beautiful, but there’s only so long I can lounge around, relaxing in the sun. It took me a while to get the Naxians to accept my help. They’re so closed-minded when it comes to gender issues. They couldn’t believe a female might have knowledge useful to them.”
I stared at her in surprise. “You’ve seen the shimba?”
“Seen them, talked to them through a Naxian interpreter. They are unique in that they have a written language but they don’t speak. They send their thoughts directly to each other, instead. Over the millennia that the Naxians have been on this planet, the two species have created a sign language together so they can communicate.”
She smiled. “They’re so beautiful! Sweet, gentle creatures that never wanted technology to change their uncomplicated way of life. But they’re willing to do anything to assure their children’s children will live long and healthy lives on Naxos. I’m hoping to persuade the scientists to allow me to run biometric gene profiles on shimba volunteers using equipment from the lab on our ship.”
“Speaking of our ship, how are the repairs coming?”
“Slowly,” Rayne replied. She was our ship’s mechanic during the voyage, as well as being an oceanographer. “We sustained major damage in the asteroid storm. We’re lucky to have survived the landing. As Deena said, this world doesn’t use the same technology or materials we do back on Earth, so I don’t have access to the parts I need for repairs. I’m having to redesign most of our operating systems. It may take months.”
“Fortunately, the Naxians have been gracious hosts,” Deena chimed in. “We’ve all tried to repay them for their hospitality by contributing in whatever way we can while we’re here.” Her voice dropped. “Speaking of our hosts, I hope your prince is as good-looking as all the other Naxian guys I’ve met. They are all drop-dead gorgeous. Don’t you just love that bronze skin tone?”
“They’re gorgeous, but they can also be stubborn and pigheaded. Tell us about your prince,” Marin urged. “Is he as chauvinistic as the guys I’ve met, or do they just think they’re smarter than I am because females don’t become scientists here?”
“Yes, he’s gorgeous. He’s also incredibly sexist,” I admitted. “But I’m working on that.”
We’d been chatting for hours, and though they complained about superior attitudes, none of my crew members had said a word about being threatened with a spanking by the males around them. A thought struck me. I hadn’t been around any females other than my handmaidens. Maybe the whole spanking thing was limited to females serving the royal family, including their mates.
“You mentioned your male guards and the scientists. Have you met any Naxian females?” I asked casually.
“No. Now that you mention it, we haven’t,” Deena replied. “I’ve seen them out on the street when we travel around for my climatological research. The ones I’ve seen are all absolutely stunning, just like the males. They stare at me, the way I’d probably stare if I’d never seen an alien before. The males they are with hustle them away before we have a chance to speak to each other.”
So even though they weren’t locked away, my crew wasn’t allowed to mingle with the population. Was the king afraid we’d spread subversive ideas like equality of the sexes? I sighed. Changing the mindset of an entire civilization might take a whole lot more effort than I originally thought.
My friends told me all about their adventures on Naxos. The sights they’d seen, the gorgeous Naxian males they’d flirted with. By the time I left, my suspicions were confirmed. The high priest, that conniving old bastard, would never have put any of us to death. He played me. Found a way to manipulate me into doing exactly what he wanted without any risk that I’d object.
I vowed to tell him exactly what I thought of him the next time we met.
Chapter Thirteen
I didn’t see the prince that night.
My friends and I had an elaborate dinner lasting until well after dark, topped off with a bottle of dima liqueur he’d sent to me at breakfast along with a message.
“The prince asked me to give you this to celebrate your reunion with your crew. He is going away on a hunting trip and will be gone for several days, so you are free to stay as late as you want.” Aya delivered the message along with the large crystal decanter. “He will summon you when he returns.”
Summon me when he returns? What a coward. He’d run off, that’s what he’d done. My mate didn’t have the guts to face me after the night of wild passion we’d shared. He was afraid taking me in his arms after we both climaxed had made him vulnerable. Weak. He had no problem with raw sex, but tenderness terrified him.
Truth be told, I was relieved. I, too, needed some space. Our relationship had become far too intense. He’d had his way with my body, taking me to heights of pleasure I’d never known. It was becoming harder and harder to stick to my resolve and keep my emotional distance.
I’d had a few lovers before Jalen. They did an adequate job of satisfying my physical needs, but none of them ever awakened the dirty slut inside me the way my mate did. All I could think about when we were apart during the day was what we’d done the night before – and what wickedly arousing new things he might do in the night to come.
I wove elaborate fantasies of the moment I’d win our battle. He’d come to me, maybe even get down on his knees, and confess he could resist no longer. He’d beg to fuck me. The fantasies ended with him thrusting his cock into my pussy, filling that gnawing ache I had inside. The one that couldn’t be filled even when he brought me to a mind-blowing orgasm with his fingers and his tongue and that damn rod attached to my tail.
The one that …the one that went away when he took me in his arms and cradled me against him last night. My mental ramblings came to a sudden halt as a horrible thought struck me. Maybe I was terrified by tenderness, too. Maybe that’s why I was relieved we’d have some time apart.
I spent the evening alone in my room. Staring out into the garden lit by twinkling lights, planning a new flower bed I’d plant tomorrow. Trying to remember the plots of all the lurid novels I’d read, chapter by chapter. Anything to take my mind off my mate.
I hurried out to the garden the next morning, desperate to quiet my mind with some hard physical labor.
“Can we work in the room over there? The one with the fountain?” I waved a hand at the tall hedge creating a living wall around an area I’d glimpsed only once. Unlike the other palace gardens, it had an arched wooden door, the only way in. It reminded me of an old book about a secret garden that I’d read as a child.
Lando started to shake his head no then stroked his chin in a familiar gesture. I’d learned not to cajole or argue my point any further when he did that. It meant he was reconsidering my request. More often than not, after deliberating, he’d agree to what I asked.
“That’s the queen’s garden,” he said, as though the name alone would provide my answer.
“Okay,” I replied helpfully.
“It’s not open to the public.”
The king made the palace gardens accessible to his
subjects for private tours. I often saw groups being shepherded around by one of the staff, accompanied by palace guards in their bright turquoise uniforms. Though they occasionally ogled me from a distance, to my relief I was never included as one of the sights of the garden tour. I could imagine it. A bright voice chirping, “And here’s our newest acquisition, the alien. A sturdy specimen. Such exotic coloring! She’s a recent transplant, but we’re hoping she’ll take root here and bear fruit one day soon.”
“I’m not one of the public, Lando. I’m the mate of the prince. Doesn’t that make me family?”
He stared at me as though seeing me for the first time.
I couldn’t blame him for looking surprised. I was hardly the picture of royalty. I’d taken to wearing my grey uniform pants and white tunic when I gardened, since I could hardly dig in a patch of damp soil in one of my delicate gowns. Over it I wore a shapeless dove-gray garment like the other gardeners, a cross between a sleeveless smock and an apron, with deep pockets for my tools. I kept my long blonde hair tucked under a broad-brimmed hat like Lando’s. As time went on, he’d begun to treat me as just another apprentice gardener in training.
“Yes, my lady, you’re quite right. You are a member of the royal family. We’ll spend the day in the queen’s garden, as you requested. He can hardly object,” Lando added in a low voice, as if to convince himself.
I wasn’t sure if the “he” Lando referred to was the king or his son, but it didn’t matter to me. Either way, I’d get to spend the day in the enchanted garden I’d glimpsed one morning. Lando had been showing me around the grounds on my second or third day at the palace, and we walked past the tall hedge. One of his apprentices had left the door open a crack. I’d heard a tinkling fountain and stopped, pushing the door open wider to see inside.
All I remembered was a riot of color.
“That area is closed, my lady.” Lando came up behind me, pulled the door shut, and led me away.
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