“I’ve been keeping something from you, my mate. I believe you’ve sensed it these past weeks.”
My pulse raced as he stretched me up and up until I stood on tiptoes. “What?”
“Me.”
I felt something cold and hard as steel clicked into place around my wrists. Zane’s grip loosened and I tried to lower my arms, but couldn’t. I was trapped.
My pussy clenched and I shuddered at the heat in Zane’s eyes as he dragged his hands slowly down the insides of my raised arms to cup my breasts through the fabric of my tunic. He pinched my nipples hard, and I gasped as his mouth lowered to mine.
His kiss wiped my mind of all thoughts but him. His long tongue curled and explored, taking and tasting as his hands ripped my clothing from my body. When the kiss ended, I was naked, my clothes lay in shreds at our feet, and my pussy was so wet I could feel my arousal coating the tops of my thighs in welcome for his huge cock.
Zane’s forehead rested on mind, and his hands were now on the curve of my bare hips. “You will call me master. Nothing else.”
I shuddered, so afraid to want him this much. I didn’t hesitate in my answer. “Yes, master.”
He kissed my cheeks, then my chin. “If you need me to stop, say lemonade.”
What? “I hate lemonade.”
“I know, Hannah. I know. I read your file. Memorized it, in fact.” His mouth closed over my nipple and I moaned as the tugging sensation sent currents of lust straight from my breast to my clit. He’d memorized my bride file? In the bride processing center I’d spent four full days answering endless questions on everything from my favorite food to childhood memories. They even had my school test scores all the way back to first grade.
“Zane.”
He nipped at my breast just hard enough to hurt. “Master.”
How had I forgotten, stretched out like a pagan offering with my hands locked over my head and my naked body his for the taking. The room was deep red, like his collar, with a large bed on one side and the toy table opposite. I was tied to a hook that protruded from the padded wall. Hooks and straps of various sizes and shapes hung from at least a dozen places on the wall. The two near my feet were easy to figure. They were obviously meant for my ankles. But the rest? I had no idea.
I’d read about something like this in my romance books on Earth. A dungeon. It was what those who were into the BDSM lifestyle used to play sexual games. For sex. For fucking.
“Master, why? Why didn’t you tell me? I thought you—”
He undressed as my voice trailed off. I watched him as he revealed the hulking size of his shoulders and huge chest. His body slanted down in the perfect V shape, complete with defined abs and a cock big enough to make me faint.
My ass was empty for the first time in days, having taken the largest sized plug with ease and not needing them any longer. I didn’t know what I wanted more, his cock in my empty pussy, or taking me for the first time in my ass.
God, I wanted both. He walked away from me to a small table that lined the wall. On it was a variety of plugs and dildos, ties, and things he could use on me. How? I had no idea.
I didn’t have any more time to wonder as Zane returned and knelt on the floor at my feet, a large dildo in one hand and lube in the other. I expected him to turn me around and get my ass ready for the dildo; instead he locked his mouth over my clit and sucked until my eyes closed and my knees buckled.
When I was on the edge, he pushed the dildo up inside my pussy in one fast, hard stroke, stretching me wide as I exploded all over his mouth.
Using the back of his hand, he wiped my dripping desire from his mouth. “I know you fear I will die in battle. I do not fear death, mate; my only fear was afraid that I would hurt you, that my rough and aggressive ways would scare you away. You are so small, so dainty and fragile. I hid my true self from you. No longer.”
“This was why you rejected me?” I felt sadness mingled with hope.
“Reject you? Never. I was protecting you. From me. From my dark ways.”
I saw the truth in his eyes, felt it pure and strong through the collar.
“I want your dark ways,” I admitted. “I need them. I need all of you.”
He looked up at me and simply nodded.
Panting and out of breath, I didn’t resist when he turned me around to face the wall. My pussy was still stuffed full of the dildo. As expected, I felt the tip of the now familiar lube enter my back entrance, and the warmth of it spread inside me in a wave. Instead of feeling a plug at my ass, I felt nothing until Zane lifted me off my feet.
He unhooked my arms from the wall above me and carried me in front of him to the edge of the bed where he settled me on my knees. As soon as I’d gained my balance, his hand wrapped around my throat, softly, gently, and I arched back as the memories of Anne’s claiming flooded me and his hard chest pressed to my back. Yes. I wanted this.
“Do not move, mate, or I will have to discipline you.”
I couldn’t speak, my voice completely gone as I waited, breathless for the inferno of power I felt building in him. He wasn’t holding back. This was Zane, the real Zane. Finally.
He pulled my hands behind me and wrapped them with soft but unbreakable bonds, forcing my breasts to jut out. The ties were snug, but not too tight and I gasped as a blindfold descended to cover my eyes.
“To heighten your senses, and of course to wonder what I will do to you next.”
My breath came in short spurts but I was ready and eager for him to take me, to own me. I was near tears, and I didn’t understand how the salty fluid had found its way to my eyes. I wasn’t in pain, but I felt like I was about to explode into a hundred pieces of broken glass and only Zane could hold me together.
Just like I remembered from the bride protocol simulation, Zane’s heated flesh pressed to my back and his deep, commanding voice filled my ear. “Will you accept my claim, mate? Or do you wish to name another primary mate?”
Zane’s voice was thick with lust, and the explosion of his need blasted through my collar like a blowtorch. I’d never felt this, never felt him. At last he was letting me in, showing me what he needed me to be, what he would truly give me.
“I—” Words failed me. I couldn’t say yes. Not yet. What if he stopped? What if this was just some sort of sick and twisted game to fool me into accepting him and Dare—and then he’d go back to his old ways? I had to know where he would take me. I needed to know if I could trust him, or if he was just going to use me like the others, but never show me his true self.
When I fell silent, he growled in my ear.
“Very well. I understand. I feel your doubt, Hannah. I earned that mistrust by not being honest with you about my needs.” His hands slid down to cup my breasts and I moaned. He pinched them hard, and my moan turned to a sob as the stimulation flooded my system. I pressed my ass back against his cock, trying to force him to take me, to end my loneliness.
“No.” He stepped back and I swayed on my knees as his voice circled me. “Tell me what you need, Hannah.”
“I don’t know.”
His hand was suddenly at the back of my neck, forcing my face to the bed. Ass in the air, he held me there as I squirmed, fighting his hold with my hands locked at the small of my back. One hard strike on my naked ass and the first tear fell from my eyes to soak the dark red satin.
“Tell me what you want.” His hand rubbed the tender spot where he’d just struck me. “But don’t forget to address me properly, mate. What do you call me?”
“Master.”
“Very good.” One hand at the back of my head, the other he moved to spear my ass with two rough fingers. I cried out as he spoke again. “Tell me what you want.”
“I don’t know, master.” It was a lie, a bald-faced, full-out lie, but I didn’t trust him, not yet. Not. Yet.
“Oh, my sweet little mate. You’re lying to me.” I shuddered as he finger fucked my slick and well trained ass. He lifted his hand from my head and stood. A fe
w seconds later I felt totally empty as he slid his fingers from my ass and left me on the bed with my arms tied behind me and my ass up in the air. “Do not move, mate, or your punishment will be much, much worse.”
Frowning, I tried to imagine what his punishment would be, but was quickly distracted by something solid on the inside of my right ankle. A heavy strap was tied around it. Once that was secure, Zane moved to my left side and pulled my legs wider, strapping something between my ankles.
Oh, shit. A spreader bar. I couldn’t close my legs, couldn’t kick or fight or squirm. The idea flooded my pussy with heat and made my breasts achy and heavy where they hung down. I couldn’t see Zane, but I could hear him moving around the room. The anticipation, not knowing what was coming next made me force the air in and out of my lungs in short bursts.
With no warning, Zane lifted my hips and slid some kind of hard cushion beneath them that lifted me enough to take most of the weight off my knees. I wouldn’t be able to lie flat or pull away from him. I tried to bend my knees, to lift my feet a bit, but discovered that they were tied down.
I’d never been this vulnerable before. Ever. My heart raced as panic started to form in a cold, dark pit in my gut. What if he hurt me? What if I wanted to get up, needed to get away, and he wouldn’t allow it? What if he fucked me and left me here for hours, or days? Would the alien technology in my body keep me alive if he left me here?
They were stupid thoughts. Zane had never been anything but courteous and caring. Demanding and curt, but never cruel. But that didn’t matter right now, not to my heart or my body, both of which were working themselves into a full on panic.
God, what was my safeword? The word that would make it all stop?
Lemonade. Did I want to stop him now? I’d asked for this and he hadn’t hurt me, not yet. If I stopped him, then what? Then what?
I wanted him to—God, I didn’t know. I didn’t know. I didn’t know what to do or think or feel. I squirmed on the cushion, tried to roll over so I could move. I needed—
“Do not move, mate. Not one inch, or you will feel the sting of my crop.”
And just that fast the panic left me and I froze in place, grateful that he had taken the choice from me. He placed one huge hand on my hip and traced the curve of my ass and hip, my waist and shoulder as he made his way to my hands. With a soft tug he secured them a couple of inches above my spine, forcing my shoulders down into the bedding if I didn’t want to wrench my shoulders out of place. I could stay like this for a long time, but not if I fought, not if I tried to lift up off the bed.
I was well and truly trapped now, and so fucking hot for him I could barely think. The dildo stretching my pussy was big, but it wasn’t moving, just torturing me with what I didn’t have—his cock pounding in and out of me.
He took his time running his hands over my skin, making me tingle and want. I let him pet me, my body completely his as I reveled in his exploration. He could take whatever he wanted now, do whatever he wanted to my body, hurt me, fuck me, love me, make me scream with pleasure—and that scared the shit out of me. But it also made me hotter than I’d ever been in my life.
“Now, Hannah, tell me what you want.”
I shook my head as his fingers circled my virgin ass. I wanted everything, but I was too afraid to admit it. What if he thought I was a freak for liking a little pain with my pleasure? What if he was like my ex-boyfriend on Earth, the man who’d smacked my bare ass and then laughed as if my need to feel safe and restrained by my lover’s command was some kind of joke? I couldn’t stand it if Zane laughed at me, or thought I was sick, or some kind of freak. I couldn’t.
“Hannah, answer me now.”
“I don’t know, master.”
His sigh made my pussy walls clench and I squeezed my eyes shut behind the blindfold, afraid I’d made him angry.
“Lying to me isn’t allowed, little one. Now you must be punished.”
I heard soft footsteps as he made his way to the table lined with sexual apparatus, then came back to me. The only warning I had was his command. “You will count, Hannah. One to ten as I strike. If you do not count, I will continue until you remember to do so. Do you understand?”
Oh, shit. Count what?
A soft whistle sound filled the air just as a hard object struck me on the bare bottom, driving the dildo deeper into my pussy and making fire spread over my bare cheeks in a fierce burn. I bit my lower lip and clenched my jaw as raw heat spread over my ass, down my thighs, and around to my clit.
He struck again and I whimpered. Again. Crack.
My ass was on fire before I remembered to count.
“Five.”
“No, love. That’s not the number I told you to start with.” Crack.
I whimpered as he hit the back of first one thigh, then the other; the pain took me over and spread through my body like warm honey in my bloodstream. This was what I’d feared, this feeling of floating, of existing for his pleasure, of being lost in sensation. Of opening the door to the darkest parts of my soul with a mate who didn’t want me, didn’t understand—
“Count, mate.” His rough voice dragged me back to the room, to him. I wanted to please him. I needed to please him. I needed to be what he wanted me to be. I needed to be his. I needed—
Crack.
“One, master.” I counted to seven as he struck again and again, all over my ass and thighs. It was some kind of paddle, hard and unforgiving. Tears soaked my blindfold but I didn’t feel them. They were from a secret place inside me that I kept locked, a dark reservoir of pain and fear that I held inside me all the time like a cancer. My needs ate at me because I tried to lock them away, hold them down, and smother them like a beast. I was the monster. This darkness in me was what I didn’t trust anyone to see, what I didn’t trust Zane to see. I needed the pain he was giving me to unlock the monster’s cage. I needed him to break me so I could let the darkness out, so I could stop fighting it and let go.
Crack.
The dominant male behind me drove on and on as I stopped counting at eight and let the fire take me, let the tears stream. I didn’t want to worry about Zane or Dare dying, or the secrets Zane had been hiding from me. I didn’t want to miss Earth’s blue skies and green grass and the feeling of warm sunshine on my face. I didn’t want to be Hannah; I just wanted to be his.
The spanking stopped but I didn’t move, content to float and let him take me wherever he needed me to go.
“Hannah, you stopped counting.”
I didn’t respond. Did he require a response? The bed dipped with his weight and he lifted my face from the bed. I could smell his pre-cum as his cock danced over my lips. The chemical in the fluid raced through my bloodstream, waking me up with streaks of lightning shooting straight to my clit.
He stroked the side of my face with the back of his hand as he shoved his huge cock into my mouth. “Suck my cock, Hannah. Suck me down as I finish your punishment. If you won’t count, as you were told, I will use your mouth for other pleasures.”
I opened my mouth and wrapped my tongue around his huge cock as he fucked my mouth and brought the paddle down on my ass. His pre-cum and the burn of the spanking made me writhe and moan, completely lost to the world. Only he existed. His cock. His fire making my bare ass burn. I was close, so close to an orgasm that I wanted to beg, to scream, to plead with him to let me have release. Instead, he plunged in and out of my mouth in a relentless rhythm that forced me to fight for air.
His cock swelled and pulsed in my mouth, his cum coating my throat and roaring through my body to my clit. I clenched and pulsed around the dildo still stretching me wide as my pussy fluttered in the first stages of release. But his hard hand grabbed my hair and lifted me off him with a harsh pull that stung and the orgasm stopped just before I exploded.
“Now, mate, tell me what you want.”
I tried to hold back, but he’d broken through all my barriers. He knew exactly what I needed. He knew how far to push me and still be saf
e enough from me using my safeword. He knew me. My soul was naked and I didn’t have the will to lie. I licked my lips, trying to draw the last of his essence into my mouth. “You, master. I want you to spank me until I forget myself and float away. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. I want you to make my body burn until I scream and come all over your cock.”
He traced my lower lip as I whispered the broken words, my dark confession. No more hiding, no more worrying. Just my master and me.
“Good girl. Don’t ever hide from me again, mate. Do you understand?”
“Yes, master.”
“I want to give that to you, Hannah. I need to give that to you. This is why we were matched, because we will give each other exactly what we need. These past three weeks, oh, Hannah, what we have been fighting. No longer.”
Zane left my side. He removed the pillow from under my hips and moved into position behind me. I felt his cock nudge my back entrance and I tried to push back, to rock my hips into him. “Do you accept my right to you, Hannah? Do you accept my claim as your primary mate?”
“Yes. Yes. Please, master.” I needed him to fill me up, to take me.
“Now I will fuck you until you scream.”
“Yes, master.” If my hands had been free, I would have twisted them in the sheets. But I was bound, my ass in the air, my legs spread wide by a hard bar. All I could do was accept whatever he chose to give me.
I needed him to be the first in my virgin ass. I needed to belong to Zane. I loved Dare, but Dare wasn’t my master. Dare was my lover and my friend, my second. He made me feel safe and cherished. He was easy to please, easy to make happy. But his darkness wasn’t part of his soul. Zane forced me to yield, he took my pain and released it, forced me to let go, to submit. Zane needed me to surrender. He craved my surrender as much as I needed to feel free and safe in his dominant embrace.
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