“But—”
He swiftly turned me, then pushed me down and over his lap so I was once again in position for a spanking. His palm struck my bare bottom.
I reached back to cover myself, but he grabbed that wrist and held it securely. God, he’d done that the day before and I should have learned. I should have learned many things, but I was once again bottom high in the air.
He spoke as his palm rained down. Unlike yesterday, this spanking was much harder, the strikes hitting everywhere with an intensity that had me up on my toes and struggling in his tight hold.
“I like my woman to have curves. I like my woman to have hips I can grip as I fuck her.”
I couldn’t help the cries that escaped my lips. It hurt! This wasn’t a simple lesson on my behavior; this was an all-out punishment. “I like my woman to have breasts that are a handful.” His hand stroked over the heated skin. “How can you question this?”
I tried to catch my breath as he paused. “Because I’m short and fat.”
His spanking began again and I scrunched up my face at the searing pain and fought against his grip on my wrist. “Gara, how were you assessed for our match?”
His hand reached around and a thumb flicked over a gold ring. I sucked in a breath at the pleasure that elicited. Combined with the harsh sting of my bottom, my pussy clenched. My clit ached to be touched and I felt my thighs grow damp.
“They attached sensors and gave me something to trick my mind with visions. They made me look at hundreds of images. Then I slipped into a dream. When I woke, the match was done.”
Another round of spanking began, this time he shifted the strikes to hit the tops of my thighs. As he pushed them apart, the blows landed on the tender skin and I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer.
“I submitted to something similar. You are exactly as I want because my subconscious says so. Just as I am exactly what you want.”
As I sobbed, I thought about his words. My subconscious chose him. I hadn’t considered, until this very moment, that his had chosen me in return. A perfect match. Everything he wanted and desired in a lover and a mate. The idea that I was as physically perfect in his eyes as he was in mine? I couldn’t wrap my head around it. How could I be perfect if he had to keep spanking me?
Slowly and gently, he lifted me up and placed me before him. Using his thumbs, he wiped the tears from my cheeks. When my eyes cleared, I saw his dark eyes held tenderness “Enough talk. You were a good girl and took your punishment well. It is time to fuck my mate.”
Chapter Six
Tugging me forward, he pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him, my knees on either side of his thighs, taking care that my sore bottom didn’t get bumped.
Even through his clothing, his body radiated heat. This was the closest I’d been to him. Sure, he’d been deep inside me, but I hadn’t been able to see him, to look in his dark eyes, to see the desire there. He was giving me the opportunity to study him. Up close, I saw his nose had a slight crook in it, as if it had been broken at some point. With the odd medical device that had been used on the injured woman’s hand, it should have been easily fixed to perfection. Instead, he looked imperfect. He had full lips and I wondered what they would feel like against mine.
I doubted he would be a gentle kisser, but be as dominant with his mouth as with everything else. As I continued to think about him kissing me, he groaned, deep in his throat.
“That look, gara. It is my undoing.”
My gaze lifted to meet his. Between my parted legs I felt his cock, a rigid length that pressed against my pussy. If his pants weren’t in the way, surely he’d only need to shift his hips and he would be deep inside me.
“Do you… kiss?” He hadn’t kissed me, not once. He’d fucked me, made me scream, spanked me, and explored my body with his hands. But a kiss? I wanted to know how he tasted.
His dark brow arched and the corner of his mouth tipped up. A dimple formed in his cheek, almost hidden in the dark stubble. God, he was so handsome and he was mine. I couldn’t feel any more aroused if I tried. Surely his pants were soaked through because my pussy was dripping on them. Could he feel the heat from my bottom on his thighs?
I barely knew anything about Tark and he knew nothing of me, and what he did know was a lie. But elementally, we didn’t even need to be more than strangers, for I wanted him with an intensity I’d never known, never felt before. I was like the druggies who came into the hospital, strung out and desperate for another fix. My body craved his. I wanted another hit of the pleasure only he could give me. His scent was almost taunting, the feel of his taut muscles, the way he looked at me. I couldn’t question the validity of the match. The match was real. This attraction was real.
But I wouldn’t be staying here. When it was time to testify, I would return to Earth and he would be countless light-years away. I would be returning to a world where there was no one for me. No one as right as Tark.
I had about three months. While I would be leaving, that didn’t mean I couldn’t take advantage of all Tark had to offer—even if that meant punishment.
“Kiss?” Tark asked. He frowned for a moment. “Of course. You don’t?”
I darted a look to the side, then back at him. “Yes, but you’ve never kissed me, so I wasn’t sure.”
He sighed. “As I said, we are at Outpost Nine for the councilor meetings, which conflicts greatly with my desire to be with you. I am not free to devote myself to your pleasure, to learn your body the way I will once we return to the palace. Do you think I wish to be with a bunch of cranky and very opinionated men when I could be like this with you?”
His hands moved to my hips and stroked over them. The movement nudged my clit onto his cock and I moaned. The heat of the action was intense.
“I am coming to like that sound you make,” he murmured.
His eyes were on my mouth and I licked my lips.
His grip tightened as he watched the innocent action. He liked it. I did it again and he groaned.
“You are a bad girl.”
Before I could utter a reply, he leaned forward and claimed my mouth. For a man so big, so powerful and dominant in nature, the kiss was soft, gentle. For a few seconds, then it changed. It turned wickedly carnal as his lips claimed mine and his tongue delved deep as I gasped in surprise. He tasted like wine and decadent, dark male.
He could kiss. Boy, could he ever. It was like lighting fire with gasoline, instant explosion. Bright and hot and scorching in intensity. I’d been kissed before, but not like this. I’d been touched before, but Tark’s hands were so large that I felt contained, possessed, claimed. And he was only touching me with his hands and mouth. What would it be like when his cock wasn’t constrained in his pants but stretching me open, filling me up?
I reached up and cupped his head, afraid that if I didn’t hold onto him in some way, he might disappear. It was like the dream, the feel of him. This time, I was awake.
“I’m not… I’m not a bad girl,” I gasped, then let him claim my lips again.
After an interminable amount of time, he pulled his head back and looked at me, his eyes half lidded and dark as midnight. His lips were shiny from my kisses and his breathing was as ragged as mine. Power shot through me that I could do this to him, make him be this… insentient.
“Murder.” He only said the one word, but it was enough to remind me that, to him, I was a very bad girl.
“But—” I wanted to tell him the truth, that that was a lie, but he covered my lips with his fingers.
“Beauty. Fiery spirit. The most perfect pussy. Moans of pleasure. You wield your powers well.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his words.
“My power, gara, is over your pleasure. You may not come until I command.”
That shouldn’t be much of a problem, for I couldn’t come for a man. Well, I couldn’t come for a man before him.
“Tark—”
“Master.” His hands moved to lift the chain that dang
led between us, twirled it around his finger to shorten it and force me closer until our lips touched. “You will call me master, for while your power has turned my cock as big and hard as a trundle’s horn, you will do as I say when it comes to fucking.”
His words, while lust-filled, held the bit of command, too.
“I’m the only one who can give you your pleasure, aren’t I?” he asked.
He tugged gently on the chain and I hissed out a breath as the painful pleasure jolted straight to my clit. How did he know I liked that?
“Yes… master.”
His eyes widened at the word from my lips. Calling him master hadn’t been as terrible as I’d expected. I was a doctor. I was an independent woman who considered no man her master. But when I said it in reference to Tark, it was different. He was most assuredly the master of my body, and I was content with that for now.
“Ah, perhaps you are a good girl after all. Let’s see about that. No coming, gara. Not until I command it.”
With one last tug, he let the chain go and reached between us to stroke over my pussy.
“So hot, so wet. Put your hands behind your head. Yes, like that. Now keep them there.”
I intertwined my fingers behind my neck, my elbows sticking out. This position also had my breasts thrust outward. He seemed to enjoy having me bound, but on his lap as I was, there was nothing to use to tie me. Forcing me to hold this position was like having invisible bonds and I clenched my inner walls at the thought. I could do nothing but what Tark bid.
He played with me for a bit, his fingers slipping over my folds, dipping inside and stroking—oh, God!—my G spot. He didn’t linger, but moved to circle my clit, tormenting me by not actually touching it, only building me up and up until I was about to come before pulling his hand away. Again and again he did that. I moved my hips into his hand, but every time I did so, he stopped. Then started again. Groaning, I remained still, briefly, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. My fingers started to slip, but with one arch of his dark brow, I tightened them against my neck. It was a cycle of complete torture and the look on Tark’s face—smug satisfaction—let me know his dominance was complete.
Every cell in my body screamed for release, and that was just from his skilled hands. I would surely die once he actually fucked me.
“Master, please,” I begged. My skin was slick with sweat, my throat dry, my nipples tight little pebbles, and my clit throbbed. Every part of my pussy ached for Tark’s cock.
Placing his hands back on my hips, he murmured, “Take out my cock.”
Lowering my hands, I eagerly did as he bid, sliding back on his thighs so I could reach between us and open his pants. Did all men from Trion not wear underwear or was it just him? His cock sprang free, tall and erect and pre-cum seeped from the tip. My eyes widened at the sight.
While I’d felt his cock as he’d fucked me the day before, I hadn’t seen it. I’d never seen one so big. It extended thick and a dark, ruddy red from a nest of dark hair. Bulging veins pulsed up the long length. A broad, flared crown capped it. That had fit inside of me?
I grasped the base of it firmly—my hand didn’t even close about it—and slid up, using my thumb to swipe away his visible sign of eagerness. I licked my lips, wondering what he tasted like. Salty? Musky? Surely pure, unadulterated male.
“Keep looking at me that way and I’ll come in your mouth, not your pussy.” He voice was deep and rough, as if his control was barely leashed. “Put me inside you.”
His hands lifted me so that I hovered over him, placing me exactly where he wanted me. Still gripping his cock, I lowered myself so that the head pushed against my entrance. As I continued to lower myself further, he began to stretch me open, to fill me more and more.
I put my hands on his shoulders for balance and gripped him tightly once I sat upon his lap completely. He was fully seated within me, the flared head nudging the entrance to my womb. I felt filled, stretched, and completely claimed. The heat and sting in my body only accentuated that.
I sighed, reveling in the feel, for I felt… complete. My pussy clenched around him, little shockwaves of pleasure rolled through me. The stimspheres he’d inserted only made me more sensitive, more aware of every place he stroked.
Tark’s eyes fell closed and his teeth ground together. “Fark,” he hissed, just before he gripped my hips and began raising and lowering me.
I tried to shift, to rub my clit against him every time he lowered me down, but his hold was too secure. All I could do was feel as he rocked his hips up in counterpoint to him lowering me.
My breasts bounced and made the chain shift, my nipples tingling and tight, the weight adding to the sensations coursing through my veins, but it was not enough to get me to come. How did this man know how to get me so close to the edge and not push me over? It had never been this intense before. Our skin was slick with sweat, our breathing rough and ragged. Wet sounds of fucking filled the space and I could hear myself cry out in pleasure, only increased by the painful counterpoint of my sore bottom rubbing against his thighs. The rest of the outpost was just outside the flimsy walls and could no doubt hear—and know—what we were doing. I didn’t care. I only cared about being with Tark and letting him rule my body. No wonder I’d never come for another man.
“We will come together, gara,” he growled and I swear I felt him grow even bigger inside of me.
He reached between us and flicked over my clit, all the time his dark eyes held mine.
I couldn’t keep them open, but his voice stirred me. “No, look at me. I want to watch your face as you come, as you take my seed.”
My inner walls clenched down at his words, and I came. My eyes widened, almost in surprise that I could feel this way, that this man could give it to me. I cried out, the sound escaping my lips. I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t hold anything back. As I arched my back and ground down on his thighs, riding out the pleasure, I watched Tark as he clenched his jaw. His cheeks flushed and he growled. The tendons in his neck tightened and I felt his cock pulse, his seed filling me. I knew my pussy was gripping him like a fist and almost pulling the cum from his body, as if it needed it, craved it.
Spent, I slumped forward, my head resting against Tark’s shoulder, our chests pressed together. My pussy continued to clench and squeeze in little aftershocks and I had no desire to move. The way Tark stroked his big hand up and down my slick back, neither did he.
I didn’t know how long we remained like this, but Tark stood, keeping himself deeply embedded as he walked across the tent and laid me down on my back as he loomed over me. He held his weight off of me with his forearm. A thick lock of hair fell over his forehead and I swiped it back, although it just fell back in place.
“Evelyn Day, you please me.”
“Eva,” I replied.
He frowned.
“I go by Eva.” It was important to me that he called me by my real name, not the false one given by the prosecutors for my secret identity. That wasn’t me. Nothing about Evelyn Day, the murderer, was me.
“Eva,” he repeated, as if trying out the name. “What is it that you do on Earth?”
He frowned even more, the furrow in his brow deepening. “Why do you roll your eyes at me?”
“You want to have a conversation like this?” Tark was lying on top of me, buried to the hilt, covering me like a heated blanket. His face was inches from mine, hovering and focused on me with such intensity that I was finding it hard to focus. I’d never felt so consumed. So treasured. So intimately linked to another person.
He stroked a hand over my hair and I resisted the urge to nuzzle into the strong warmth of his palm. “What, with my cock still inside you?”
I nodded against the soft mattress.
He grinned and my heart melted a little. “Nothing will get between us, gara. Besides, I want to ensure my seed stays inside and takes root.”
“You… you want a baby?” The men I knew were not interested in babies at all. “I have an
implant against conceiving.”
He shook his head. “As part of the processing, that was removed. Remember the probe?” How could I forget? “It confirmed you are fertile and capable of being bred. You do not wish for a child?”
I shrugged and looked at the crisp hairs on his chest, ran my fingers over them. They were silky soft and I could feel the beating of his heart beneath my fingertips.
“I do, but on Earth, I had no man. I assumed I would have children someday. You have had longer to consider,” I added.
“I have. It is a requirement that I produce an heir.”
I stiffened beneath him, not pleased to be considered just a vessel for his progeny.
“Do not get riled, Eva. I also want to have a child, a little girl that looks just like you, red hair and all. Perhaps a little less spirit, for if she will be anything like her mother, she will be the death of me.”
I grinned up at him at his playful barb. I couldn’t help but be pleased by his words.
“Don’t you need a boy to carry on the line or something?”
He shook his head as he stroked a finger over my shoulder and watched as he raised goose bumps. I could feel them break out across my skin.
“No. It matters not.”
His nipple was a flat disk, a shade darker than the rest of his skin and I slid my palm over it. He placed his hand on top of mine and my eyes lifted to his.
“What… what was the question?” I’d been distracted.
“What did you do on Earth? Surely murderer was not your profession.”
I stiffened beneath him, my knees pressing into his hips.
“I was… I am a doctor.”
One dark brow winged up. “Like Bron?”
“I do not know his specialty, but I believe so. I practiced emergency medicine.”
“Impressive,” he said.
“From what I’ve seen, Trion may be more advanced than Earth. You seem to have quite an array of useful tools.”
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