The Space Marshal's Captive

by Jaye Peaches

  The delicate apex of his tongue flitted about until it eased under her hood and danced all over her swollen bud. Somehow, without ever asking her, he knew when she was close, teetering on the brink, and he would cease his fluttering and lash the length of her slit, bringing her down from the precipice. Jade moaned, arched her back, and invited him back. Mason wasn’t going to be so easily persuaded by her pants and groaning. He chose where to foray, whether it was deeper into her open pussy or along the folds of her labia, and when to strike her clitoris. The man was infuriatingly clever.

  With her hair fisted in her hands, she stammered, “So… close… oh, fuck.”

  He might be laughing, buried between her legs, but she heard nothing to indicate he found her frustrations amusing. When she lifted her back off the crate to view his bobbing head, without even raising his head from sucking her clit, he calmly reached out and flattened her down.

  Jade giggled as he sought out a new location for his adventurous mouth. “You’re tickling… not there, oh, no.” He was giving his attention to her perineum and she clenched her sore buttocks and knocked her thighs against his ears.

  Now he laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle, and for a second time ceased his delightful torment. She knew what was coming next. He rose to stand between her knees and released his erection.

  “Yes, please,” she gasped. Now, fuck me—she didn’t say.

  Mason tilted his head to one side, while fingering the shiny head of his cock. He smiled. Jade swooned, her whole body seemed to relax, because his gorgeous features were expressing something she’d not witnessed before from him, or maybe any other man she’d bedded—he had a yearning, a desperate look almost. She hadn’t expected she had the ability to conjure up that kind of need.

  He hooked his hands underneath her knees and bent her legs up and back, spreading them wider at the same time. Exposed and utterly vulnerable, she struggled to maintain her sedate composition. If she tensed, given the dimensions of his cock, it would hurt.

  What happened next surprised her. He leaned toward her, jutting forward his pelvis and when she lifted her head, she spied the smooth head of his penis nudging her mound, the slit leaking pre-cum. He dragged it down over her clit, rubbing it up and down on her sensitive nub, then just as the nerve endings rocketed with renewed vigor, he slid his cock inside her pussy. It entered without resistance. No force was necessary for penetration—his thick cock had slipped in with ease.

  He held himself there, his eyes half shut, and appeared to savor the sensation. Jade wanted a firm thrust, the surety of feeling him inside there, right in her core. She didn’t have to wait long. With her knees approaching her shoulders and her feet up in the air, she was wrapped into a ball and it gave Mason the advantage of height and angle. He edged his cock deeper, slowly, and with the depth came the awareness of his size.

  Jade held her breath as ring after ring of resistance was stretched and vanquished. The friction was both painful and divine. If the pain grew too much, she would cry out, scream at him to stop, but it didn’t. The pleasure won out, right up to the point he struck her limits.

  She reached out with her hands and snatched the lapels of his shirt, and clung onto them as he thrust. He made each penetration count by fully withdrawing then grinding his way back inside her lush pussy. The pain diminished, replaced by an all-consuming need to come. She closed her eyes and listened to the duet of his hips slapping against her ass, which still basked in the heat of the spanking, and the racing beats of her heart.

  “Let me feel it, Jade, go on,” he urged, breathless with his increasingly rapid thrusts. He’d not let go of her legs, keeping her form bent over and pinned down.

  There was a tearing sound—one of the lapels had ripped. She’d fisted her fingers so tightly and used the fabric to support the weight of her torso to such an extent, the shirt had torn right along the seam of the shoulder.

  Opening her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the pale skin that shaped around his collarbone and muscles; whiter than hers, almost translucent, but she also saw color, a darkness—the continuation of his tattoos.

  It thrilled her, seeing that morsel of his body. If that was a taster of what lay hidden, she couldn’t believe her luck.

  Mason relentlessly drove his cock back and forth with energetic pummels. Occasionally he gasped, particularly when she clenched and tried to capture his cock. She wanted that friction back, the tightness when the shaft grazed her sweetest spots. Each time he knocked the head of his erection against the deepest place he could reach, she moaned and her nipples throbbed with a glorious pinching sensation.

  It was too much, the unending need to climax, and she had to admit defeat. The frantic nature of the sex was electric and that electricity shot through every nerve in her body as she came.

  Jade screamed. It wasn’t her intention to be so vocal. The sound ricocheted around the hard surfaces and seemed ridiculously loud. The embarrassment didn’t dissuade her from continuing to holler. She kept up the screech until she ran out of breath.

  Unable to inhale, she closed her eyes and drifted, waiting for the spasms to abate, so she could snatch a breath and replenish her lungs. Her long cry had diminished to a little groan of delight as the ripples of her orgasm continued to spiral out of her pulsating pussy. She grinned, a soft smile of satisfaction.

  “Oh, yeah,” she muttered and finally let go of the shredded lapels and breathed.

  When Mason withdrew, he stood back. She blinked several times before gaining her focus. He had a serious expression and not what she expected. His cock dripped with her essence and it had coated the shaft down to the leathery skin of his swollen balls. He’d not come or if he had, he’d not emptied because his cock was resplendently upright and darkly colored.

  “No, not like this,” he said in a hushed voice. “This isn’t working.”

  Jade’s heart skipped a beat. He’d changed his mind, realized it was impossible to have any kind of relationship with her—she was a fugitive, a criminal, an incompatible female. Her lower lip quivered and she beat away the tears in her eyes with one long blink of her eyes before squeezing them tight shut. She’d had an amazing orgasm, and it hadn’t exhausted her, it had fired her up to new levels of lust, but that climax would be the last one with Mason. It wasn’t what she wanted, not any more. Along with her freedom, she needed Mason in her life.

  * * *

  He’d made a mistake. Stopping was hard, but necessary. When he’d tucked his rock-hard cock back in his pants, Jade’s dewy-eyed slits had sprung wide open in surprise. Slowly, she flopped her legs down until her toes touched the floor. The disappointment at his abrupt ending was etched onto her expressive face.

  He needed to explain quickly. “Not here.” He waved his arms around the cargo bay. The location might have worked for an impromptu spanking and a brisk fuck if that was all it was going to be, but he’d realized as she started to come, when he seen the strength of her orgasm, that the location was inappropriate. Wrong choice—she deserved something better, so much better. Guilt niggled at his lack of forethought; he should have foreseen she’d be different, that she would bring out something in him unlike anything he’d experienced before now.

  “I don’t understand,” she stuttered, rising to her feet. Her legs shook, understandably, given both the spanking and the energy expended in keeping them bent in position.

  He held her up and squeezed her arms gently. The girl was disheveled—panties gone, shoes too somehow, t-shirt crooked, but still hugging the tops of her thighs, and bra straps dangling down her arms. Her hair was tousled and her face flushed bright pink; the glow had spread to her neck and bosom.

  “Not here,” he repeated before giving her a swift kiss on her lips. “Let’s go.”

  “Where?” The puzzled expression remained on her face.

  Mason chuckled. “My quarters. Where else did you think I might take you?”

  Her tensed shoulders sank in obvious relief, which meant she’d assumed somet
hing worse. It pleased him to think the alternative—an abrupt dismissal—was unwanted, because it was for him, too. He also couldn’t help thinking how cute she looked when needy.

  “Did you really think I’d stop at one swift fuck when I’ve yet to come in you?”

  Jade shrugged her shoulders, a weak display of indifference. “I thought you’d changed your mind and me being who I am—”

  He stoppered her sentence with a hard kiss. She nearly collapsed into his embrace by the time he disengaged to lick his lips. “I’ll carry you—”

  She moved back a fraction. “I can walk—”

  “I’ll carry you,” he reiterated firmly. Again, the demure lowering of her eyes as she nodded in agreement. He loved the expression, the way it made him emboldened and dominant. She draped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up and nestled her head in the crook of his shoulder.

  The interior doors opened automatically as he approached them, just as they were programmed to do.

  Inside his room, he lowered her onto the bed. “Get undressed.”

  “You, too?” She stared up at him, her bright little eyes glinting in the light. Dark eyes, almost as dark as outer space. He’d not had sex with a woman of her color before. The women of his planet were pale, yellow-haired, and blue-eyed. The icy surface of Ixzar was nothing like the tropical landscape of Malimor, so he’d been told. He’d never been to Jade’s home-world. He wasn’t going to deny her the thrill of touching him. He would enjoy the feeling of skin caressing skin.

  He swept off his tunic first and immediately she gasped, sitting up straight to inspect the tattoos. Inking was the norm on Ixzar. “You like?”

  She nodded keenly. “Altering body form on Malimor is frowned upon.”

  “Undress,” he reminded her.

  The bra and t-shirt flew across the room—another issue to work on. Jade was terribly untidy.

  “You like?” she said with a flutter of her eyelashes and a jiggle of her generous breasts.

  “Of course, very much, but I have already seen you naked a few times.”

  Her cheeks blushed—how quickly she’d forgotten the humiliation, which was important. He wouldn’t like her to dwell on punishments, not when he’d other things to offer her.

  His boots he placed under his desk and then he lowered his pants. His erection hadn’t diminished; if anything his sticky cock was stiffer and oozing, ready to explode, which gave him an idea. He strolled over to the bed, holding the swollen glans between his fingers. “Taste it.”

  She hesitated for a second before moving into position on the floor. The sight of her kneeling at his feet, mouth open and eyes glued on his cock was tremendously satisfying. He’d not asked her to go onto her knees, he would have accepted lying on the bed and letting her crouch next to him. However, he wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity.

  At first he let her take the lead. She explored, carefully, perhaps too gingerly. She stuck her tongue out and licked his shaft down to the balls. She painted his penis with saliva, a necessity for what he had in mind next. With her hands cupped around his balls, she opened her mouth wide and enveloped the head and half of the shaft, taking him deeper than he anticipated. She wasn’t a novice, but was she experienced enough for him? He’d find out and if she wasn’t, he’d enjoy teaching her.

  Bundling her hair in his fists, he directed her bobbing head to move quicker by guiding it up and down, faster, then faster. She spluttered, but didn’t gag or retch. He hit the back of her throat and she tilted her head back further, allowing him to hold her there before withdrawing.

  Jade snatched a breath and wiped the little drool of spit off her lips. “Sorry, not very ladylike.”

  Her humility touched him; to him, she looked beautiful, it didn’t matter about minor adulterations. “I’m not after a lady, the kind who takes appearance too seriously. I’m looking at a gorgeously wicked girl who’s going to take my cock in her asshole.”

  Her mouth hung back open, eyes popping wider.

  “I did say, didn’t I—pussy, mouth… and ass?” He waited to see if she ran out of the room. Only a few days earlier, he’d stuck his finger in her bottom, probed her intimately, then he’d pumped her wide with the plug and watched her come, even though she’d tried to hide it. However, it didn’t mean she wanted to be fucked in the ass.

  “Now bend over, bottom up.”

  “Bend over! You’re going to…” Her voice petered out.

  “That ass needs my attention and I’m going to claim it.”

  She reached out and touched his arm. “Please, I’m very nervous and—”

  He tipped her chin up with his finger. “Jade. I don’t want to hurt you. We can’t have you nervous, not with what I want to do to you. Try to relax. You have done this before?” Given her eagerness for oral sex, he hadn’t thought to check. He’d have to stop assuming she was capable of everything he threw in her direction. Her people did things very differently to his.

  She bit on her lower lip—another divinely cute thing she did when she was embarrassed. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Good,” he said as nonchalantly as possible.

  It had been an odd interlude, not what he’d expected when he’d brought her into his quarters. Normally, he’d simply do what he had to do, never expecting any questions and always demanding obedience. It wasn’t going to be like that with Jade. At least not yet.

  * * *

  Mason’s voice maintained a firm timbre, yet, at the same time, he soothed her with cushioning words as she bent over, reaching out to lean on the bed for support.

  “Over a bit further and spread your legs a little,” he said. And when she complied, he added a pleasing, “Good girl.”

  The flat of his palm rested on her lower back and he rubbed it, circling down until he covered her ass with the strokes. He explored her slit and skated his fingers along her folds, inserting one of his fingers into her pussy.

  “So wet,” he murmured.

  Jade panted as he fucked her with his finger. “I want to come,” she whimpered quietly.

  In and out he jiggled his finger while she lifted her bottom higher and knocked her knees together.

  “Soon,” he said. “When I’m in you.”

  He continued to fuck her with one hand while bringing the other into play. She let out a tiny shriek as he circled her anus, teasing it, exciting the nerves and she flexed involuntarily. She felt ashamed that she wanted it so much.

  “A little lube to warm you.” He slipped his thumb inside her and at the same time, added another finger inside her pussy, stretching her simultaneously. It didn’t hurt, not in the slightest, it was incredible.

  “Wait,” he warned her again, as she started to hold her breath in anticipation of her orgasm.

  “I can’t…” How could she hold it? He was finger fucking her twice over, driving her crazy. Last time he’d done something similar was during the search, and then he hadn’t expected her to come; this time, he wanted to control her orgasm, make it his right to own it.

  “You’re a good girl, remember? When I tell you to wait, you’ll wait.”

  She couldn’t. She wasn’t that good, she decided. Nobody ever told her when to come or not. It wasn’t anyone else’s prerogative to control her orgasms. Mason’s approach was too novel. Too demanding. She squeezed his thumb, trapping it, and came on his fingers. The gush trickled along her dangling legs and the powerful convulsions continued after he removed his hands. Immediately she regretted her weakness. Why did it bother her so much?

  “Sorry,” she mumbled, burying her face in her hands and resting them both on the bed.

  Mason responded with two swift smacks on her bottom and a chuckle. “You tried, I can tell. You crushed those legs shut and tensed up. But you didn’t believe you could do it, so you failed. We can work on that.”

  Poor self-esteem wasn’t a criticism that had ever been foisted her on. She’d escaped Malimor, contacted the aid organizations, and piloted her own ship, a
nd all of those things required confidence and perseverance. However, regardless, something about the way he’d commanded to hold her orgasm triggered a buried fantasy she’d held about alpha males taking advantage of her, and if anything, his confidence had added to her arousal.

  She wondered what he meant by ‘working on it.’

  While she regained her composure, Mason had moved from behind her and lay on the bed nurturing his erection with one hand. He was lubricating his cock with something—the coating shone in the light. It helped soothe her nerves knowing that as well as preparing her, he’d prepared himself. The sight of Mason lounging, eyes burning bright, smiling softly and awaiting her with a fully erect cock was more than sufficient to ramp up her lust. She sauntered over, sashaying her hips as she walked and he ogled her seductive form.

  Mason patted the bed next to him. “Kneel on all fours.” Same expectant tone, same level of firmness. She responded to it with another rush of adrenaline.

  Once in position, she braced herself, knowing that the initial penetration would hurt. It always had done in the past.

  Mason held her hips still with the edges of his fingers and using his thumbs, parted her ass cheeks. He sighed, a happy kind of exhale. “You’ve opened a little, sweetheart.”

  The smooth head nudged against the puckered opening. Jade arched her back and pushed back. The meeting of her anus and his cock gathered momentum as he leaned into her and she focused on relaxing her muscles. There was pain, but nothing like she’d experienced before. Mason’s slow entry, easing his way deeper, elicited no more than a faint burning sensation.

  She listened—he was moaning, enjoying every second of his penetration and his apparent pleasure helped her take him deeper. The fullness intensified, the occupation was nearly complete. He aided the final stage by caressing her back with long strokes, before looping his hand beneath and cupping her breasts. Soon, those would be swinging back and forth in time to his thrusts.