She was laid out before me like a feast and I buried my face in her pussy, licking and sucking, flicking her clit until she was so wet, so ready that her juices slid down her skin to land on the bed.
“Do it. Take me. Fill me up.” Tied and bound before me, her words were a command, nothing less. My little mate had so much to learn…
“This pussy is mine.” Her dark eyes smoldered at me, but I felt the ripple of sensual excitement in her mind and I deliberately sucked her sensitive clit into my mouth hard enough to make her back bow up off the bed. I released it and gave a light swat to the nub to watch her reaction. Some women loved having their pussies spanked, some hated it. I was eager to discover what would make my mate scream with pleasure.
Her hips bucked and I watched like a hypnotized man as the walls of her pussy clenched and pulsed on open air.
My mate liked a little pain with her pleasure. Happy with my discovery and eager to master her completely, I shoved two rough fingers into her pussy and nibbled on her clit, rolling it gently, so gently between my teeth. Not because I would hurt her, but because I knew the possibility would drive her wild with need.
“Why? Why are you doing this?” Her head thrashed from side to side and I knew it was almost time. She was on the edge, about to break open and fly free. She was about to lose control of her body and her mind. For me. Only for me.
I kissed my way to her stomach where I would plant my seed, pulling on the lips of her pussy with my teeth as I passed them by. The soft, smooth skin was plump and swollen, ripe. Ready for me. “You’re mine. Every inch of you. Every part of you.”
I pushed my thumb into her pussy and pinched her clit in a rhythmic motion as I stretched her open, pulling her pussy wide, wide enough to take my cock. She arched like a bow and I stopped as the peak reached for her, then faded to her whimper of frustration.
Gods, I could do this for hours.
“No!” Arms still stretched above her head, she turned her face to the side and bit the inside of her arm. I smacked her thigh with my hand, the sting punishment for her action.
“No biting. You don’t get to hurt yourself. Your body is mine. Your pain is mine. Your pleasure is mine.”
“Then do it already! Enough of your games. Fuck me. I want you inside me.”
Oh, no, no, no. Not ready yet. She was still thinking, still making demands. I shook my head and lowered my lips to her clit, slid my thumb back inside her pussy. She groaned and thrashed on the bed as I brought her to the pinnacle and stopped. Hands on her thighs again, I leaned down and blew a soft stream of air on her wet core. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
She whimpered, but answered me. “You, sir.”
Good. She remembered this time.
“Who am I?”
“My master.”
“And what do you want, mate?”
She shook, her entire body trembling before me. “I want to come. I want your cock inside me.”
Moving forward, I stepped between her legs until the tip of my cock rested at her core. Pre-cum dripped from the tip as I rubbed her pussy lips with the head, nearly unmanning myself with the pleasure-pain. Soon, my seed would be inside her. Soon, she would be mine forever. “Not until you beg.”
“Please!”
Smack!
“Who am I?”
“My master.”
My hands skimmed over her hips, her stomach, and her breasts. She could not move under the sensual assault. Forcing myself to hold still, I rolled her nipples between my fingers but held completely still, tormenting both of us.
Great shuddering breaths left her and she closed her eyes. “Please, Master. Please, please, please fuck me. Please, sir. Please.”
Her words sent a jolt of physical pleasure up my spine. “Open your eyes.”
She did and I held her gaze as I shifted my body, stretching her open slowly, so slowly, and took what was mine.
Chapter Six
Octavia
I knew I was going mad. I could not move! My arms were tied, my thighs open wide and bound to the bed. My wet pussy on display like a jewel at market.
Mine. This time he spoke intimately, directly into my mind. I was open. Exposed. Helpless. His huge cock was pushing into me with an agonizing slowness as my body burned and tried to adjust to his size. My thighs and ass stung, the fire of the spanking still running through my veins like lava.
I loved it.
With a groan he pushed forward in one final thrust, driving deep, the head of his cock striking my womb with a jolt that made me cry out. Yes! I was stuffed full of his hard length, my body on the brink of release, all he had to do was move. Just once. Thrust. Retreat. Fill me up again and I’d shatter like a crystal vase dropped on stone.
Instead, he leaned over me, the movement pushing him deeper still as my body rocked beneath his on the bed. Hot breath fanned my cheek, my shoulder. Every nerve sparked to life beneath his dominance, his command, waiting, the anticipation a lighted fuse within. One touch, one word, one hard thrust and I’d come for him.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” The words danced over my skin like fire.
“Yes.”
Instead of covering my mouth with his, he rose and his hand landed on my inner thigh with a sharp sting. With his cock buried deep, the added sensation brought tears to my eyes, the fire racing straight to my clit.
He leaned over me again. Do you want me to kiss you? Markus’s hot breath invaded my ear as his words invaded my mind, sliding inside me like melted sweets. His power invaded my most sacred space, my mind.
My body, my soul didn’t care. Only my mind argued against the invasion, and that was quickly drowned by need.
Yes. Years of conditioning, of training cried out against my traitorous answer, but my body writhed in desperate need. I wanted him, wanted to touch him, taste him, feel him everywhere. I wanted his lips, his tongue, his mouth. I wanted to taste myself on him, know he’d never forget my flavor, never want another. “Yes, sir.”
I answered aloud in case he hadn’t caught my thoughts in the whirlpool of heat and lust and pleasure circling in my mind.
Like a hot spring exploding in my mind, he was there, taking over, dominating me, filling my head with erotic images and his need. I should be yelling, fighting his hold on me, not quivering before him, frozen in place by more than his ropes… by desire.
A callused palm, a warrior’s hand, slid around my hip to cup my ass, to tilt my hips where he wanted me. The slight shift in angle pushed him down, stretching my pussy.
While his palm massaged my sore bottom, he finally kissed me, feeling, exploring, tasting, driving me mad, but not diving deep. He slid his other hand over my buttock, up my spine, around the curve of my breast to twist and pull on my nipple. The blood in my veins boiled hot. He would kill me with pleasure. Worse, he tempted me to lose control…
Every place his skin touched mine felt on fire. I was small, weak, and defenseless before the massive power of his chest and legs. Aggression in his stance, he pulled out of my body before thrusting deeply once more, using his cock and his tongue to plunder.
A scream built as my body wound to the breaking point once more.
Then he was gone.
Deep in my chest, my heart struggled to beat. In that moment I feared nothing, not death, not rape, not torture. I feared nothing but the emptiness of my soul at the loss of his touch.
I’ve gone mad.
Perhaps he’d poisoned me in revenge, put Fier Potion in my water. Perhaps I would die here. That’s what it felt like. I felt as if my very soul leaked out my skin, like water through a sieve.
Markus. My mind reached out for his, hungry and desperate. Seconds later both of his hands settled on the curve of my hip. He rubbed his hard length along my core over and over, stealing my wet welcome, spreading it over both of us. I cried out in relief at his touch, and hated myself for needing him more than I needed air.
“You aren’t mad. You’re mine.” He bent down until his lip
s skimmed the sensitive flesh of my neck, bit me softly.
When he thrust deep my body exploded, every muscle stiffened and my body arced off the bed as if burned. My pussy pulsed and clamped down on his cock, pulled him deep, tried to milk his seed. I lost all sense of time and space and me. There was only him. His scent. His strength. His body filling me up, holding me down, my anchor in madness as I lost control.
When I could function again, I opened my eyes to find him watching me closely, staring at me as if he would learn every curve and hollow of my face, every expression. I felt more naked, more exposed than I ever had, with or without clothes.
“You’re beautiful.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. I didn’t interact with men much back home, other than in the breeding chambers, and that wasn’t really meant for talking.
Markus fucked me slowly, pulling in and out as I’d wanted before, and the tension built to a fever pitch almost instantly. No. I couldn’t fall apart again. I’d be lost. I’d break.
Smack!
“Stop thinking and feel me. Feel my cock. Feel me inside you.” The sting of his hand on my breast was intense and I moaned as heat flared there as well. So much fire. I was going to burst into flames.
“I can’t. I can’t.” The words weren’t coherent, barely more than mumbling, but he heard, and he understood. I wasn’t really fighting the pleasure, I was struggling to give him the one thing he wanted… total control. Complete surrender. Submission.
His answer was to pull almost completely free and thrust hard and fast until his balls swung against my ass. As my head thrashed from side to side, he fucked me harder and faster, pounding into me like a wild animal as I wailed and begged him for more.
Tears leaked from my eyes unbidden as my body could no longer contain the emotions exploding inside me, as he stripped me of my defenses and mastered me, making my body his instead of my own.
I came again, my pussy pulsed and spasmed as he pumped in and out of me, drawing out the sensation, driving me higher. My pussy was so swollen and tight, so sensitive that a few more thrusts and I exploded again.
With a shout Markus pushed deep, his cock jerking deep within me, the hot jet of his seed filling me with his claim, his mark.
He lay over me for long minutes as we both fought to draw cooler air into our lungs. Tears streamed from my eyes, my body seeming to have a mind of its own, for the tears weren’t mine, they weren’t from my mind.
Cock still buried deep, he untied my legs and wrists, gathered me close and lifted me into his arms. I had no idea what he planned, but my body was his, completely and totally his, so I relaxed and let him do as he would.
He carried me to the bathing unit and settled us both under the warm steaming water. I thought he would wash me, but his cock grew and swelled inside me. He backed me up against the wall, kissed me as the water flowed over us, and took me again in a slow, languid ride that made me writhe just as much as his wildness had minutes ago.
My engorged pussy was like a fist around him, so swollen that I felt every inch of him, every hint of movement inside my body. This time he didn’t torment me with waiting, he pumped me full of his seed as I came. And he kissed me until I forgot that I needed to breathe.
Trembling with the aftereffects I remained docile as he pulled his cock free and washed us both with gentle hands. When my knees threatened to collapse, he held me up, cradled me like I was precious.
I stared up into his gray eyes and tried to understand what was happening here. Why did my body betray me so easily? Why did I want him so much that lust overruled common sense? I didn’t know him, yet my body melted to his touch. I craved his hand on my bottom again, craved the sting of his palm on tender flesh.
He made me feel—and he made me forget—all at once.
It was impossible.
“We are Fated Mates, Octavia. No one can resist the call of their one true mate, the other half of their soul.”
For a heartbeat of time something flashed through my mind, a warning. I’d heard that term, Fated Mates, read about it. The memory was elusive, insignificant against the feel of his body wrapped around mine, hot, strong, and so protective, so demanding.
The velvet softness of his lips caressed my neck, my ear, the curve of my shoulder, and then he turned off the water. I didn’t want his lips on my shoulder, I wanted him.
“Kiss me.” Was that a question or a plea? I was pathetic, I knew, but I longed to feel his lips, taste his mouth. Now that I’d had a taste of him, I needed more, feared I would never get enough.
The air around us changed, came to life, pulsed and wrapped us in a cocoon of power and lust. I couldn’t think, didn’t want to.
His shaft jumped and pressed, just barely invaded my body. With my last ounce of sanity, I wiggled my hips away from him. Instinct told me that to surrender now would be forever.
He locked his hands around my hips like vises and held me still for his invasion.
“Would you like me to fuck you again? Or do you want to fuck me?”
I moaned. His voice moved through my mind, bewitching, seductive as I imagined him spread out like a feast before me. I could touch. Taste. Ride him.
I fought the fire in my veins to no avail. His desire flowed over me and through me. Like I was driftwood swirling helplessly in a flood, the power drowned my mind, stole my logic and self-control. I must have him. My body, my very soul, demanded it. “I want you, Markus.”
“You are a greedy little thing.” He lifted me, turning me in his arms until his face was inches from mine, his lips close enough to taste. “Ask nicely.”
“Please, Master.” The words flowed more easily this time and I reveled in the way his eyes lit with pleasure when I gave him what he wanted, when I surrendered. Obeyed. “Please, sir, I want your cock. I want to lick you all over.”
For now, I belonged to him. When we left this room, when our clothes were back on and reality intruded, I would not be able to enjoy this pleasure, the relief of allowing another to be in command. So much stress. So much pressure. Already I was learning that with Markus, I didn’t have to be a high priestess, I didn’t have to lead others or analyze data or play the deadly game of palace politics.
Here I could simply feel.
With a grin, Markus walked us back to the bed and lay down, his massive cock high and full, ready for me. “Suck my cock, mate. Suck my cock until I tell you to stop.”
Too impatient to taste him to argue, I scrambled to my knees next to him and bent over the hard shaft. I wrapped both hands around the base. Encouraged by his rough groan, I opened my mouth wide and sucked the head before lowering myself onto his length, pushing… pushing… until he hit the back of my throat.
I used my fists to pump the base of him as I ran my tongue up and down the thick length. When I started to see stars, I pulled back, took a deep breath, and moved over him again, taking him deeper, swallowing him down my throat as he moaned, his legs shifting, his hips bucking off the bed.
His hand found the back of my head and twisted in my hair, trying to pull me off. I ignored him, pulling back just enough for another breath before swallowing him again.
I’d heard that men had sensitive balls, so I moved one hand low and cupped the soft, round stones of his manhood as I sucked him.
The hand in my hair fisted, but I ignored it again. He was going to tell me to stop, to let him regain control.
No. I didn’t want that. He was mine right now, mine, and the power was heady, incredible.
Uncurling my fingers, I held his balls with my thumb and two shorter fingers and used the other two to rub the opening of his ass, sliding my fingers over that sensitive area as I squeezed his cock with the other and swirled my tongue around the thick head.
He bucked as he came in my mouth, the sexy, salty taste of him a victory as I swallowed him down.
I released his cock with a pop of my lips and smiled up at him, not even trying to hide my satisfaction.
With a grunt, he
leaned forward, grabbed me by the hips and settled me over him, straddling him. His cock remained hard, eager, ready and I wondered how much the breeders actually needed the Fier Potion, if all of the male seed donors were like Markus.
As if I weighed no more than a doll, he positioned me over his hard length and lowered me down, filling my pussy once more.
I settled my hands on his chest and took what I wanted. I slid my tongue along the edges of his muscles to sample the exquisite texture of his skin, the heat of his flesh.
He did not use his mouth to speak, but issued his order directly into my mind. Ride me, mate. Make me yours.
I summoned every ounce of self-preservation I possessed to resist the seductive lure. I couldn’t speak. Wouldn’t. A small voice inside of me howled a warning, demanded I save myself from this madness even as my body responded to his command with a fresh rush of liquid heat.
Move. Fuck me. Take me deep. Markus commanded my obedience. My traitorous body melted over his, hot liquid easing his way as I sank deeper into my seat, pushing his cock deep. My inner muscles clenched and released, squeezed the thick head inside me, eager for further invasion.
He shifted his hips, rubbing me with his body. He teased me with his strength again and again. Stretching. Promising more. Then gone. I was in physical pain, desperate for fulfillment. My breasts ached. I needed to come, but I couldn’t. Not like this. I couldn’t stop thinking, wondering if he wanted me to do something else, touch him somewhere else. I didn’t know where to put my hands or my mouth or how fast he needed me to shift my hips or lift off his cock. I didn’t know what to do. I felt paralyzed even as I needed… more.
I sank forward, my forehead pressed to his chest to hide my frustration. My body no longer belonged to me, it was his.
With a sharp jab of his hips he moved inside me, just a fraction deeper and I cried out. I panted. My chest heaved and I rubbed my sensitized nipples into the hot expanse of his chest.
He rose to a sitting position on the bed, his cock still deep within me, and caught my wrists, holding them behind my back with one hand.
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