Mastered by Her Mates (Interstellar Bride Book 0) (14 page)

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Authors: Grace Goodwin

Tags: #erotic science fiction romance

He took another step toward me, gently put the metal bar down on the table. It was ignored for now, his focus squarely on me. All that power, that size, the intensity, was aimed at me and I didn’t have the power to resist it. To resist him. Waves of desire washed over me, made my pussy ache, made it swell, readying for his cock. My breasts plumped, my nipples were tight points. My skin heated.

“There’s…there’s something wrong with me.” I’d never become so aroused so quickly before, and he wasn’t even touching me. It was similar to when I’d put the collar on, my feelings overwhelming me.

“You’re feeing my arousal, too. Our bonding has already begun, our seed, our bonding essence is already at work in your body. There are no secrets between mates. No false emotions or desires. That fact will help you overcome your fears.”

He lifted a hand to my arm, but did not touch, slid it down through the air, but I felt the sizzle, the heat of that almost touch and I shivered.

“Bonding essence?”

“That fluid that drips from our cocks is for you. I rubbed it on your clit during the exam, to ease your fears. Then, when we fucked you, our seed coated your pussy, marked you. Filled you. The bonding chemicals in our seed enters your body, becomes essential. It’s one way Prillon warriors bond with their mates.”

“You guys drugged me with your semen?” I asked.

He shrugged and wasn’t ashamed to admit it. “Drugged is not the right word. Your desire, your acceptance is just another sign that you belong to us. Right now, I have yet to touch you and you are close to coming. Am I wrong?”

I was breathing hard now, the room quite warm.

“No.” I had to admit the truth, for it was obvious I was affected…somehow.

“Then trust me to make you feel good. Take. Off. Your. Shirt.”

His voice dipped, had a sharp tone to it. He’d talked to me about my concerns, but now his patience was at an end. I could feel that, too.

Reaching for the hem, I lifted it up and over, tossing it to the floor. Grigg watched as I did so, kept his gaze squarely on my chest as it was revealed. The odd bra—like one from Earth with an underwire and cups, yet minus the full cup—exposed the top swells of my breasts. Like a demi-bra, only much more demi than anything I’d seen on Earth. If I breathed hard, I was sure my nipples would pop free.

With one finger, Grigg tested that theory, hooked the fabric along the plain edge of the white material and nudged it down. My nipple was revealed, all hard and taut. When he exposed my other nipple, I gasped, the cool air in the room hardened them farther.

“Gods, you’re gorgeous,” he exclaimed, exhaling a pent-up breath. I felt his desire ratchet farther, especially when he slid a knuckle down the full swell of one breast.

In that moment, I felt gorgeous, for his eyes, his expression, was one of eagerness, need and dark desire. His need was coiled tight, like a spring. Leaning forward, he took one tip into his mouth, sucked and laved it. My fingers went instantly to his hair, tangled in it and held on. After a minute, he switched to the other breast, did the same thing, then looked at both. They were bright pink and shiny from his ministrations.

“There, that’s better.”

I glanced at him with lust-filled eyes. I could only nod, for it was better, and yet infinitely worse because I was eager, so eager for more.

Without looking away, he grabbed the metal bar and held it in front of my breasts. With the press of a button, the width adjusted so that the circles were spaced apart the exact width of my nipples. Grigg pressed it gently against my breasts, shifting my soft flesh a little so that the nipple was placed in the center of the circle. He did this to one, then the other.

I looked down and watched, enthralled by the odd object. I only knew of nipple clamps that were like little clips, pinching the nipples. Sometimes decorative jewelry or chains dangled down. But this…this was different, a bar attached with what? Suction? A cinch? I wasn’t sure how it worked.

He flicked his gaze to mine. “All right?” he asked.

It didn’t hurt at all, the metal warm against my skin, so I nodded.

He pressed another button in the middle and a pale yellow light came on. At the same time, the aperture on the circles around my nipples narrowed until Grigg was able to take his hand away, the toy remaining on. The pressure wasn’t too bad, but I did gasp. My already tender nipples were being squeezed ever so slightly.

The light changed color to a darker yellow.

“That’s it,” Grigg said, lifting his own shirt up and shucking it to the floor.

Oh my. His chest was massive, and rippling with muscles. His shoulders were broad, twice the width of my own and all that power tapered to a ripped abdomen and, I knew, a huge cock that I could see was already hard and ready to take me.

“That’s it?” I repeated, looking down at myself. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t arousing either. “It’s not much of a toy,” I replied, oddly disappointed.

“Well, I’m not fucking you yet,” he countered.

I frowned at him as he stripped down completely. His armor fell to the floor and he placed something on a small stand between the chair and the bed. I didn’t see what he placed there, for his cock was erect and bobbing between us and captured my complete attention.

“The toy—as you call it—senses your arousal, senses what you need to assist in achieving orgasm and will tighten the pressure on your nipples accordingly.”

I looked at the innocuous object again. “Are you serious?”

He grinned and came over to me, worked the remainder of my clothes off so I was naked. He’d even carefully removed my bra.

“Gods, look at you. Did men on Earth tell you how spectacular you are?”

I opened my mouth, thinking back to the men I’d been with in the past. None of their faces came to mind, for I’d felt nothing like I did with Grigg and Rav.

He held up a hand. “Never mind. Do not answer that. Do not think of other men when I touch you, or I shall have to spank your perfect ass and fill you with my cock until you remember that you belong to me.”

I wanted to laugh, but I sensed that he wasn’t completely joking.

“You’re ours, Amanda. Mates. You feel it, you know it.”

I flushed, for I felt the truth of his words through the collar, the burst of arousal he felt when he looked at me. The circles about my nipples tightened slightly and I gasped. The color on the bar shifted to orange.

He winked at me, knowing the clamps had tightened.

“I like watching your face when the toy starts playing with your hard nipples. I want to watch your face when you come all over my cock.”

I moaned then, for the words were just what I wanted to hear.

He sat down in a chair, legs spread wide, crooking his finger.

I moved toward him, the odd feel of the bar between my breasts more distracting since the slight increase in the tightness.

With one hand hooked about my waist, he pulled me to him so I straddled his hips, my breasts directly in line with his face. With the lightest of touches, Grigg licked my breast all around the outside of the metal circle, first one, then the other. The circle tightened.

My fingers tangled in his hair, wanting to keep his mouth directly over me. I writhed on his lap, shifting and rubbing his cock against my belly. I could feel his pre-cum seep from him and coat both our skins. The heat of it, the bonding essence, he called it, warmed me, spread through me like a drug. It
was
a drug, for I craved it. Needed it. Just the little stream that was coming from him was not enough. I wanted all of him, his cock buried deep and his seed coating my pussy.

“What about…what about Rav?”

I was not used to having two men. Was there a protocol regarding being with one of them without the other? Did one get jealous of the other?

“He is working. You are here, in need of a sex toy demonstration and a good fucking. We do not need to take you together all the time. You will find us insatiable, so be prepared to have your men on you morning, noon and night.”

With his nose, he nudged the bar between my breasts. It elicited a gasp from me and a tug on his hair.

“Let’s see how wet you are, how ready you are for my cock.”

He pushed me away from him, his grip tight on my hips as he scooted my ass to his knees, holding my thighs over his as he spread his legs, forcing my pussy to open in the space between us, easy for him to see and touch. I placed my hands on his shoulders for balance. While I knew he would not let me fall, I needed some kind of anchor.

“Don’t move.” The two words barely registered before his hand left my right hip to cup my wet heat. I knew I was wet, for the air cooled my sensitive flesh where my juices coated the folds of my core.

He explored me with two fingers, holding my gaze trapped with his own. I stared into his dark eyes as his fingers pushed slowly, so very slowly to fill me. His eyes filled with lust, need, desire and the look drove my arousal as much, or more than the bonding essence in his seed. No man had ever looked at me like he did, like he’d die if he didn’t fuck me. Like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. His desire was addictive, it made me feel powerful despite the fact that I was his to command, his to control. And that dichotomy confused me.

I blinked.

“No, Amanda. You will not look away.” Grigg fucked me with his fingers in a slow, sensual glide that wound me higher but would never give me the release I craved.

“I can’t—you are too—” Two blunt fingertips touched me deep inside, stroking the entrance to my womb and my legs tensed as I jerked at the sensation. God, he was so fucking deep.

“Too what?” he growled.

I shook my head, unwilling or unable to answer. I wasn’t sure which, my mind a scramble as the nipple toy suddenly turned a dark red, sending a small jolt of electric shock through the sensitive tips as it tightened farther, just enough to make me moan, a tickle of electricity.

Grigg sighed and removed one hand from my wet core and the other from my hip. I missed his touch instantly, suddenly feeling cold and empty, too alone. I longed for our physical connection, his touch a balm to my senses. I was free to stand, to get off his lap and walk away from whatever game we were playing. But I didn’t. I stayed, right where I was, open and panting, scared to death of how much I wanted to please him. I wanted more. I wanted whatever he would give me.

When had I gone from brilliant, independent spy to needy, clingy woman? And why with him? Rav excited me, and I felt safe with him, desired and pleasured, but something about Grigg made me lose my freaking sanity. With Grigg, I lost myself, and that scared me more than anything ever had, more than being shot at during a high-speed chase, more than death itself.

The match is 99%…perfect for you in every way
. Warden Egara’s words came back to haunt me. That was the only explanation. The matching protocol must work, just as promised. Which meant Grigg must truly be mine. If that was true, he had to be honorable, loyal, honest. If he weren’t, I wouldn’t want him, wouldn’t be attracted to him. Character mattered to me. Therefore, Grigg wouldn’t be the kind of man to take advantage of an entire planet of people as Robert had insinuated. He just wouldn’t. Was the CIA wrong? Were we just too new to the Coalition to understand or was I drugged by lust and blinded to the truth?

“You lied to me, Amanda.”

“What?” Between my wet pussy, pinched nipples, thundering heart and my panicked mind, I couldn’t process what he was talking about.

“You lied to me about the sex toys. About a lot of things, I’m afraid.”

Nervous now, I tried to close my legs, but his hands came down on top of my things like clamps. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

That sigh, the disappointment I felt coming from him through my collar made my heart actually ache.

“What were you doing with the box?”

“Nothing. Just looking.” What could I say?
Oh, well, Grigg, I was trying to figure out how to send butt plugs and electronic nipple clamps back to Earth for the CIA?
That was beyond ridiculous, as I realized my actions truly were. Was I so desperate to follow orders that I’d send something from the Anal Training Box for them to dissect and analyze? That was stupid. And I wasn’t a stupid woman. I rarely lied to myself, but it appeared I’d been doing a lot of that since my arrival here. Lying to myself and to my mates.

I remained silent until, moving so quickly I had no time to protest, I found myself bent over Grigg’s knees, my ass in the air and his hand on my back, holding me in place. He was careful with the bar across my chest.

“You lied to me, again.”

“No.” I shook my head as I stared, wide eyed, at the floor.

His hand landed on my ass with a sharp sting and I gasped. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m spanking you. I told you, mate, that you would be punished for lying to your mates.” His hand landed again, on the opposite cheek, and for some bizarre reason, the left was more sensitive than the right. My back arched and I cried out at the pleasure pain as heat built under my skin, spread to my thighs, my stomach, my clit. The nipple clamp tightened farther.

Smack!

Smack!

Grigg grunted, his rough hand kneading my bottom where he’d just spanked me, his voice rough, “Your ass is perfect, Amanda, so round. So lush. It wiggles so nicely when I spank you. I love the way it bounces when I fuck you.”

When his next slap landed on my ass, I was even wetter than I’d been before, the sting spreading faster this time, right to my pinched nipples.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

I squirmed as the nipple clamps squeezed and released, pulsing over the sensitive tips, tickling them with electricity with every release, releasing with every sharp snap of Grigg’s hand on my ass. The left. Right. Over and over he spanked me until I couldn’t take any more, my body out of control and wild.

The hand on my back held me down, and I realized I had nowhere to go, no option but to submit as fire raced through my bloodstream and wet welcome coated my thighs. I cried out, not in upset or pain over the spanking, but with pleasure. Incredible, perfect, painful pleasure. God, this was so messed up, and I didn’t care.

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