“Yes,” I breathed. Yes to everything. I wanted it all.
“Never lie to me. Never deceive me. You must always be honest about what you feel and what you need. Do you understand?” He moved and knelt before me, holding both of my hands in his much larger ones. I couldn’t see him, but I felt his breath, knew from his voice he was close. And even though we’d never been close before, I breathed in his familiar scent. I wished in that moment to rip the blindfold from my eyes and see the Hunter before me.
“Yes.” I could do it. Just lift my hands, tug down the silk. Others would do so, but I wouldn’t give in to temptation. I’d chosen this path. Him. And this was how we both wanted it. Seeing him was not my choice, but his. I had to hope that one day he would trust me enough to let me see him, deem me worthy. For now, I was content to be what he wanted. To obey. To trust.
“You must understand completely. If you are mine, and you disobey me in this, you will be punished, mate.”
The thought sent a thrill down my spine. “What do you mean? How will you punish me?” My mind raced with possibilities, but I could settle on none of them. I wasn’t a child to be punished. And if he got too weird or overbearing, well, there were other fish in the sea. Lots of other fish. The problem was, I didn’t want them. I wanted him. My master.
His big hands stroked the outside of my thighs, the large palms firm and hot through the thin material of my gown. “I will lay you over my lap and spank your bare bottom until you beg for forgiveness. Until every touch of my palm spreads like fire. Until you are consumed with it.”
Holy shit. I should be freaking out. Instead, my pussy clenched and I imagined myself naked, spread over his lap, both my ass and pussy on display for him to... master. Spank. Fuck. “Yes, Master.” Gods, yes. Maybe I could start with a little white lie right now and see what happened...
No. No. No! What was wrong with me? This man had me twisted up in knots.
“One word, Helen, one word and everything will stop. Do you understand?”
He reminded me of the conversation we had in the dream the night before, when I agreed to meet him. I knew what he was talking about, this one word. On Earth, we called it a safe word. But I didn’t want to be safe. I just wanted him and so I nodded.
His large hands cradled mine in my lap, his thumbs gently rubbed the palms, sending tingles in a hundred different directions at once.
“What is your safe word? What is the one word that always makes everything stop? What is the word that makes you the master and me your willing slave?”
I didn’t want anything to stop. Not now that he was before me. Finally. I wanted everything he would give me. But I gave him this, because he asked. Because it was all I had to give him at the moment. I licked my lips and said, “Butterfly.”
I chose the word because it was one I would never utter accidentally and because it represented this journey I was on, my transformation from scared and alone to being claimed. Useful. Protected. I felt like I was about to emerge from my chrysalis and become something more, something I never dared let myself be on Earth. Butterfly represented the risk I took traveling halfway across the galaxy. For him. For myself.
Warden Egara had promised me, when she processed me back on Earth, that this match would be perfect. That the coalition had been doing this for hundreds of years. That the test never failed.
I chose to believe her.
“Butterfly. Come then.” He stirred and took my hands, gently leading me I knew not where, but I had only taken a few steps when he swept me up into his arms and carried me the rest of the way. He was so warm, so hard. So big. I relaxed in his hold, unknowing and uncaring where we might be going. Perhaps it was insanity. I could hear the voices from my past yelling at me, advising caution. To go off with a stranger, blindfolded. But I was beyond all that. I wasn’t afraid, not with him. He was mine. I knew it, I knew it in the depths of my soul. And when we touched, when we shared dreams, this strange mark that I had believed a birthmark all these years heated on my palm as if I’d been burned by an iron.
According to Officiate Treva, who was in charge of all the brides who arrived on Everis, the burning and dream sharing meant he was my marked mate, my perfect match, a one in a hundred chance. Hunters who’d served in the Coalition Fleet and had earned an Interstellar Bride sometimes didn’t find their marked mate. But I had. I’d dream shared starting the first night and my mark had heated as soon as I woke up from transport.
Warden Egara’s testing seemed irrelevant if the mark on my palm matched me to him, if it proved he was nearby. And he’d found me. Come to me and now carried me away to claim me.
He held me as if I weighed nothing, the steel-like strength of his arms and chest seductive in their own right as I rested my head against his shoulder.
After a time, he settled me on my feet and stepped away, leaving me standing alone and unsure. I heard a door slide closed behind us, and I hoped we were somewhere I would not have to hold back my cries of pleasure. I had never done so before—I was completely untouched, but I knew he would pull them from me. I would give myself to him and he would give everything in return.
He let the tension build, made me wait and wonder and worry. Anticipation built as I followed the sound of his feet as he paced in a circle around me.
I could feel his eyes on me once again. This time, I knew exactly how close he was.
“Step out of your dress and kneel.”
Chapter Two
Helen
We were inside. I felt soft carpeting beneath my feet, the air cooler than out in the garden and my nipples were hard points. I shivered, but it was from anticipation alone. My fingers obeyed before I had even registered his words.
My hands undid the clasp that held the garment on my shoulder, felt it slide down my body and pool at my feet. I took a small step forward, sliding the gown away with my other foot before dropping to my knees and placing my hands in my lap. I heard his breathing change, heard the pace of his footfalls slow as he continued his circle, no doubt studying my naked form.
“Unbind your hair.”
Another order, but I complied at once. Lifting my hands to my head and quickly unraveling the hard work of my new friends. When I was done my hair floated around my shoulders. Kissing my skin, making me shiver once more.
“You are a virgin? Untouched?” he asked.
“Yes, Master.”
No one had ever touched me, not like that. Men I’d dated before either didn’t want me or didn’t understand I needed to give over control, because none of them had ever made me feel like this. None of them had ever made my pussy this wet. This needy. Not one of them.
“Do you understand the marked mate Everian custom of the three sacred virginities?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
On this planet, my mate would claim all three virginities. First my mouth, then my ass, and only when I fully accepted him as a mate for life, was he allowed to fuck me in the pussy. And plant his seed in my womb. I shuddered at the thought of him claiming me so thoroughly.
The Sacred Order of the three ensured he had to seduce me first, gain my acceptance, before I would give him everything. Give him the sacred third virginity and claim him as my own forever.
When I first heard of the custom at the new arrival orientation, it had seemed odd. Strange. But then I realized it actually gave me more power. There would be no true fucking, no children, no formal claiming until I gave him permission. To gain that permission, he had to seduce me first. Had to make sure I wanted him. Wanted his touch, his kiss, his attention. While I was the one on my knees naked before him, I held all the control. I could say butterfly and this play between us would be over. I could say no and he wouldn’t be able to claim me.
He was at my mercy.
“Lift your hand.” Doing as instructed, I lifted my hand into the air before me and his fingers wrapped around mine, pulling me gently to my feet.
He led me to a padded surface and instructed me to lie down on my
back. With my hand in his, I lowered myself onto the cool leather that felt like a massage table back home.
“Good little mate,” he murmured and I couldn’t help but smile at the praise.
He took his time, restraining both my ankles and my wrists, leaving me splayed and open before him. A brief moment of panic hit me, but his words calmed me. “So beautiful, open for me like this. I can see all of you. Touch all of you. You’re mine to do as I wish. What do you need to do to stop everything?”
“Butterfly,” I whispered.
He squeezed my wrist gently. “Good little mate,” he said again.
I took a deep breath, let it out, gave a quick tug at the bindings. This was what I wanted. I was tied down and at his mercy. To know I could do nothing but submit. To give myself to him. The air suddenly felt cold on my open pussy as he walked around me, running his hand over my body exploring everywhere, everywhere but there. He pushed my legs wide and the table moved beneath me on some sort of gear. He ran his huge hands up the inside of my thighs, over my hipbones until he got a good grip and shifted me down toward him, toward the edge of the table. My knees were bent and I was completely open. Completely vulnerable. Exposed. He could see me. All of me. There was no hiding.
“The first virginity to be taken is the mouth.”
“But I thought—”
His hands slid down across my belly to my pussy. His thumbs spread my lower lips wide. I didn’t need my eyes to know exactly what he was looking at, and he was the first male to do so.
“Pink and wet. I can smell you. Sweet. I bet you taste that way. I’m going to find out. I can’t wait a second longer to do so. When I’m done with you, don’t worry, I’ll claim that virgin mouth of yours and spill my seed down your throat. My balls ache with the need to do so, but I need your taste on my tongue first.”
He hadn’t asked. He’d told me exactly what he was going to do. I could say my safe word, but when I felt his hot breath fan my sensitive folds, I bit my lip. And when his mouth clamped down on my clit, I bucked up off the table.
I bit my lip harder and when he lifted his head, I whimpered.
“Never stifle your pleasure, mate. I want to hear it all. Every pant, every moan. Every scream.”
I could only nod, but when he didn’t put his mouth back on me, I realized he was waiting for me. “Yes, Master.”
Seemingly satisfied, he worked me with his tongue, flicking the sensitive bud, first in circles, then on one side, then the other. He was seeing what I liked, how my body responded.
But all the attention to my clit made me realize the emptiness below. The rest of my pussy needed him and deep inside, I ached. I felt empty.
Perhaps he was a mind reader or perhaps the marked mate bond was very strong, but he must have sensed my need and slid one finger inside me. Not too deep, and certainly cautious to prevent him from breaking through my hymen. If he was to claim my pussy last, I wanted his cock to truly breach me, not his blunt finger. I could only imagine what it would be like stretched open even wider by his cock. His finger was big enough. For now.
But when he stroked over a specific spot just inside my entrance, I moaned. My legs began to shake. When he flicked his tongue over one tiny spot of my clit, I screamed.
He worked my body like a master—my master—until I was thrashing against my restraints. Sweat slicked my skin. My breathing came in pants and I couldn’t think. I could do nothing but feel. I’d never been like this... on the precipice of something so intense, so powerful I was afraid.
“I...oh, it’s... help—”
“Let go, mate. Give yourself to me. Do not fear it. There’s nothing you can do but submit to the pleasure.”
When I remembered he was right, that he controlled this, that I couldn’t resist whatever he wanted to do to me, I let go. And when I did, the hot ball of pleasure exploded. My toes curled, my back arched. My scream bounced off the walls of the room. I was falling and floating, yet anchored to the table. My pussy clenched rhythmically around his finger and spasmed. I wanted more, needed him deeper.
The sensations lessened, yet he didn’t let up. In fact, he sucked harder, making me cry out. It was too much. I was too sensitive, the feelings too intense. I didn’t understand them, couldn’t control them. I was overwhelmed and I tried to jerk away. Tried to close my legs and the restraints dug into my flesh reminding me that I could not move. I was open and at his mercy. If he wanted me to feel more, then I would. The knowledge sent me into another orgasm as he continued to fuck me with his finger and tongue.
Tears slipped down my temples, my hair clung to my cheeks. My legs quivered and my heels pressed into the padded top.
“It’s too much. I can’t...”
While his finger stilled inside me, he lifted his head to speak. “Do you wish to say the one word that will stop everything?”
Did I? Did I want him to stop? To end his attentions? Did I want to be the one who said enough or would I trust in him to know what was best for me?
I licked my dry lips. “No, Master.”
His free hand slid up and down the inside of my thigh in a reassuring gesture. “Such a good little mate. I know what you need. You’re dripping your cream all over my palm.”
His tongue flicked out, brushed over my clit. So gently, like the wings of the butterfly I wanted to be.
“So sensitive. So perfect. Mine.”
He flicked me again. I came, but this time, there was no scream. It was caught in my throat.
As I began to return to myself he moved, kissing his way down my leg and up the other side to my hip, across my stomach until he reached my breasts where he took his time sucking first one nipple, then the other into his mouth. He kissed every inch of me. Until he reached my mouth and his kiss stole my breath. It was our first kiss, his lips firm and insistent. Gentle and persuasive. The taste of my passion still on his tongue was new and exciting and strange. Intimate.
He adjusted the table again, moving me once more, this time carefully sliding me toward him. Toward the top of the table so my legs were straight and my head hung over the edge. My neck arched back as I heard the rustle of clothing.
I might be a virgin, but I knew what was coming, knew that soon his cock would fill my mouth. I was eager for a taste of it, to feel it against my tongue, to have my lips stretched wide. Eager to be his in this first official claiming.
“Open your mouth, mate. Open up and suck this cock deep.”
I did as ordered and immediately the thick head of him was on my lips. He was huge, so big I wasn’t sure I could take him. But he leaned over me somehow until I felt smothered by his presence. Buried under him as if he were a blanket. He slowly pushed his cock deep into my throat as two of his fingers dipped into my pussy. My groan vibrated through his shaft.
He held still for long seconds, the flared tip nudging into my throat as my tongue licked along the shaft. I thought perhaps I would have to tap the table to ask for air, but he pulled back and I gasped for breath. As his fingers fucked me harder, demanding another orgasm from my overwrought body, he plunged in and out of my mouth.
“Your mouth is too hot. Wet. Your throat constricts around me. Fuck, I won’t last.” His flavor was wild and exotic, nothing I’d ever tasted before. I craved it, wanted more as he didn’t relent. Wet sounds mixed with his ragged breathing. I was determined to make him come, to make him lose control and pump his seed down my throat.
Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked him hard, to pull him into me, determined to claim him, leave my mark not just on his body, but his soul. I was a virgin in this, but with him, I felt skilled.
Perhaps I shocked him with my vigor because he groaned and then shouted my name as his hot cum pulsed in thick streams down my throat. I sucked harder, single-minded in my need to draw it from him, forcing him to give it to me even as his brash order registered.
“Come now.”
And just like that, I shattered again. Too weak to resist. Unable to do anything but give him what he wan
ted. My body was eager to respond to the slightest command. A few orgasms and I was trained to do his bidding.
He pulled his cock from my mouth and shifted me again so my head was flat once more on the table. A finger swiped a drop of seed from the corner of my mouth.
The restraints were removed, but I remained still as his hands gently massaged my body until I was a limp, sweaty pool. My thighs were wet from my arousal, my skin sticky. The salty taste of his cum coated my tongue. He kissed me over and over and worshipped every inch of my skin as if he would never get enough before helping me to sit up, to slip on my dress.
I was back in his arms and carried outside. He lowered me to the familiar hard feel of the stone bench. He placed a kiss right below my ear, whispered, “I will come to you in your rooms at the same time tomorrow night. I need you dressed in black and blindfolded as you are now.”
His deep voice caressed every inch of my body and I leaned into his touch, not ready to be parted from him. “Yes, Master.”
And then he was gone. I knew he had left, felt it. Only the aching pleasure in my pussy and a swollen, sensitive clit lingered like the sweetest drug in my system. The taste of him in my mouth, the tightness in my jaw proved the first claiming was over. He was everything I’d imagined and yet I had nothing real. Not even his name.
Chapter Three
Hunter Zee, the Touchstone
Holy fuck. She was perfect. Her long brown hair hung in waves spun with random pieces of red and gold. Her lips were plump and ripe and her mouth so hot and wet and... eager. She conquered as easily as if I were a young man new to the pleasures of my cock. Her body was perfect; soft skin, generous curves. Everything about her was perfect. Beautiful.
But I was not.
My marked mate, Helen from Earth, was everything I imagined but never expected to have. I knew from watching her that her laughter came easily and her eyes were a unique combination of green and gold I’d never seen before. I longed to have her look at me and know me. Know exactly who claimed her. Who mastered her body.
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