Taming the Raven's Son (Galactic Lust) (12 page)

The administration of the next phase of her punishment
happened too quickly. She teetered on the verge of climax with deep waves of
heat bathing everything from her waist to her knees in consuming pleasure.
She’d bitten into her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. If anything escaped
from her mouth, it’d be “please”.
Please finish spanking me to climax.
She refused to beg him. Even in her frenzied state, she knew she couldn’t live
through the humiliation of anyone hearing something like that.

“Sage? Look at me.”

It hurt to turn her head and raise her face. He helped by
holding her chin. The black orbs had grown. Beads of sweat covered his face and
torso. His chest rose and fell as if he’d been under a great amount of
pressure. He skimmed her bloody lip.

“Tell me,” he whispered, holding her chin.

Her heart ached with indecision.

“What’s wrong?”

“They listen,” she whispered, a sob catching in her throat.
She licked her lips, tasting blood. He released her and her neck loosened,
allowing her to look at the floor. “I don’t want them to know what it does to
me,” she whispered.

He stroked her back. Thankfully she couldn’t arch into his
touch.

“Then fight me.” His words barely registered because he’d
spoken so softly. “Scream your pleasure under the paddle. They can only hear
and can’t discern whether or not you’re truly crying out in pain. Come if you
need to, as hard as you need to. When I fuck you, scream and make it appear to
be rape. Give them a show. Only we’ll know the difference.”

A hiccup escaped her dry throat. He stood. Her spinning mind
slowed and tried to comprehend what he’d said. Would his proposal leave her
with some pride? If this incident were heard by others, would it salvage her
reputation?

“The next five, Sage. Prepare.” His deep, thundering voice
hardened her nipples into tight peaks. “When your ass is hot and tender enough,
I’m going to fuck you.”

She screamed, envisioning and practically feeling his thick
cock sliding into her. The constant, pulsing ache and heat stimulated her
clitoris, swelling it beyond its normal size.

Every time the paddle landed, she groaned and yelped,
helplessly wanting the next strike to be harder.

“Cry and scream all you want, little bitch. I’ll get you
under control.”

Although his words were harsh, the intensity of the paddle
never increased. How could he maintain her on the verge of climax with the
perfect balance of pain and pleasure?

“It hurts now, doesn’t it?” he growled.

“Yes! Oh, please stop, Jacob! Please! Please!” The game they
played transformed her. When she hid what truly happened within her body, her
arousal heightened tenfold.

“Struggle and twist. You won’t stop me.” The paddle landed
several times. “You could’ve spent a leisurely morn in bed with your legs
spread instead of like this.”

He stretched her with his fingers, unexpectedly pushing into
her pussy. “You’ll regret angering me, Sage. I doubt you’ll do it after this.”

She cried out, a blinding climax stealing her sense. She
moved her ass up and down, as far as the restraints allowed. He pulled his
fingers from her pussy. She screamed in desperation.

The paddle landed on the stone floor, bouncing a few times
in the process. The large head of his cock pushed into her opening.

“No!” She gulped and tried to swallow.

Yes! Now!

Ripples of orgasm washed through her vagina, spiraling
outward, swelling her slit. She couldn’t gain leverage and remained suspended
and at his mercy.

He pushed his erection farther inside. “Oh, you don’t like
this at all. That’s it, tighten up. It just makes it better for me, little
bitch.”

She choked, trying to swallow all the moisture flooding her
mouth.

“I coaxed you into tolerating this before but I won’t waste
my time on such a disobedient meek. Suffer!”

Her ears exploded from a constant, rolling thunder emanating
from her very core. Talons of fire built as sexual cramps and searing ecstasy
burst from her tight, clinging vaginal walls. She grunted as he thrust forward,
pumping into her, roughly pushing against her cervix.

Her eyes closed as her mouth hung agape. No sound could
glorify the progressing, consuming bliss flowing from her pussy.

Jacob flattened his palms on her heated ass cheeks, grasping
her, anchoring her as he mindlessly fucked her. Power and control swelled
within his chest, hardening his nipples, lengthening his shaft. Each
penetration, every thrust caused his balls to ache and his sac to swell.
Control became secondary to claiming and ravishing the exquisite creature bent
before him.

Her pussy grabbed and tugged on his fat shaft, threatening
to milk him long before he wanted. He glanced down and spread her cheeks to
view a tighter opening he’d yet to fully explore. Common sense squelched the
notion of taking her ass. With his heightened emotions, he’d cause some
uncomfortable tearing.

He’d never hurt her. At least not more than she could
withstand.

Glorious creature!

The strong contractions surrounding his cock threatened to
end the furious mating long before he’d had his fill. He reached between her
and the bench to fondle the top of her wet slit, fingering her engorged bud. He
pinched her clit, deliberately, allowing her plenty of time to feel what he
did. Her vaginal walls clung to his erection, no longer squeezing and releasing
as he applied more and more pressure.

Pain from the slight torture temporarily ceased her climax.
She cried out, sounding as if he’d caused her great pain. They hadn’t been
together long but he understood the difference between frustration and anguish
with Sage. Her cries of sexual longing were music to his ears. He withdrew from
her heat only to slide back in, all the while enjoying the desire-slickened
passage surrounding his flesh.

He’d successfully curtailed her pleasure. He loved having
such a lusty meek who not only tolerated but enjoyed his particular sexual
interests. She rose to his ministrations immediately and gained a hypersexual
state with the barest provocation.

“Are you finding it hard to breathe, Sage? Has the pain
stolen your voice?”

She whimpered and grunted. He’d rather hear screams of her
exploding into another orgasm or crying out in delicious pain. Her nub would
remain sore after this. And each time it disturbed her, she’d remember him
fucking her, bringing her acute, raw pleasure in reward for her responsiveness.

He’d barely scratched the surface of what he could do with a
woman like her. Whether she realized it or not, her luscious body was made for
this type of sex. If the situation were different, he’d tame her for his hands
and body only. He’d groom her to climax on demand.

By the stars, he wanted something more with her. Slow, lazy
passion-filled mornings of arousing her and gently sating her desires. The
ability to right wrongs in her life, bring her comfort and peace when she
required. He wanted a stronger bond with her. Perhaps much of these musings had
to do with the upcoming event, the one that might end his life.

The flush of heat from her ass stretched up her back and
down her legs. The slow and deliberate fucking had taken a toll. Because she
had no experience with prolonged sexual sessions, he should end her torment.

“Sage, come, scream it out!” He released her clit.

She did scream as she came, spraying his thighs with her
feminine cum. The smell and feel of her ejaculate pushed him over the edge and
he pumped himself to a raging climax in her clenching, hot pussy.

The heavy, sweet scent from between her legs touched
something deep inside him. For whatever reason, most females didn’t experience
ejaculation. His Governance sexual education explained it had to do with
modesty, embarrassment or a general lack of knowledge about the occurrence.
Many women who boasted an advanced sexual understanding couldn’t turn
themselves completely over and enjoy their body’s climax in the ultimate
manner.

Sage didn’t have that problem. He couldn’t be more
delighted.

He staggered when he withdrew. Disorientation washed over in
wave after consuming wave. His head finally cleared and he crouched. He worked
to remove the restraints. He’d allow her a reprieve before starting over. With
nothing on his agenda but his newly acquired meek, he’d keep them both busy in
a gratifying manner.

The morns and days would be spent in this way. The eves
would be used to prepare them for what would come. No doubt Sovereign would
have the lighting within his rooms “repaired” to allow greater visualization.
It mattered not. He could watch as Jacob and Sage formed their bond. She could
act the part of a reluctant meek while they enjoyed each other and feasted on pleasure.

Heat knocked before swinging the door to Jacob’s room wide.
He ducked and entered before sauntering to the table where Jacob sat. He hadn’t
waited for permission to come in. His business must be serious. The usual smirk
on his friend’s face was lacking. “How goes the training?”

Heat pulled a chair from the table and sat across from
Jacob. He picked at the meat and other succulent morsels on the platter,
choosing a juicy, sweet fruit to sample.

“As expected, perhaps a bit more slowly than I’d like.”

Something bothered Heat, and Jacob relaxed against the back
of the chair, waiting to hear what troubled him. They’d grown very good at
speaking in code and innuendo and reading each other’s body language.

“The meek’s inability to obey seemed to bother you after her
run-in with the beast.”

“Indeed it did.”

“Turn her over to me. I’ll train her.”

Jacob sat motionless, staring at his friend. Heat could’ve
made the offer for one of two reasons. He might’ve heard the punishment she’d
received earlier and believed Jacob had been too cruel. Or Heat had offered to
take his place at the event to spare Jacob’s life. “Reluctance is to be
expected.”

“And how are you dealing with it?” Heat glared at him with
an unblinking, dire expression chiseled into his features.

Jacob clenched his teeth so as not to speak before thinking.
Obviously he’d heard what’d happened between him and Sage earlier. The two of
them had accomplished their goal. Even so, how could Heat believe he’d ever
harm or mistreat a woman in his care?

“Sage!” Jacob yelled, ensuring his voice carried to the bed
where she lay sprawled.

She sat, swung her legs over the edge and staggered toward
him. Her sleepy eyes remained trained on him. He opened his arms and she swung
into his lap, curling against his chest. Jacob stroked her spine before
gathering a fist full of her thick, long hair. He pulled and she turned her
face up. He kissed her thoroughly. Her breathing changed into long, deep
inhalations.

She balled her hands into fists that she rested on her
thighs. The muscles in her arms tightened. She looked the part of an unwilling
participant. He tore his mouth away from the willing lips of his woman and
tucked her head onto his chest away from the camera. He gave Heat his
attention. Any fool could see she sat in his lap by choice, not because of any
order he’d issued. If any doubt remained, the gentle kisses she placed upon his
chest should’ve set it aside.

Heat’s gaze dropped to the table. Did he regret storming
into the room after witnessing Sage’s passion? Jacob couldn’t just let the
subject drop. If a Bendolian Master was questioned regarding the safety of his
meek, he was obligated to prove his worth as the woman’s keeper.

Jacob stroked her hair. “A question’s been raised as to
whether I’m being excessively cruel to you.”

She cuddled closer and rubbed her cheek against his chest.

“I’m going to remove your clothing to prove I haven’t abused
you.”

She dug her nails into his upper arms. He stroked her spine
before forcing her chin up. When their eyes met, he stared, willing her to
understand she must comply. “This is usual. Obey me.”

“No, please, Jacob,” she whispered in a terrified voice.

He placed Sage upon her feet and stripped the gown from her
body. She covered her breasts with her arms, hugging herself. Jacob turned her
to face Heat. He wrapped his arms around her and grasped her wrists. A
strangled cry emerged from her lips.

“Close your eyes, Sage.”

He tugged her wrists until her arms opened wide. He held
still until Heat reluctantly glanced at her. “Have I maimed her?”

“No, Jacob. Her willfulness would’ve tried my patience. I’ve
made a mistake.”

“Please, Jacob,” she cried.

“Turn, Sage.”

“No. I can’t. I won’t.”

“She is willful,” Jacob said, placing his hands on her
shoulders. He spun her toward him so she faced away from the camera. He touched
her cheek, giving her all the reassurance he could with the stroke of his
fingers. “Come closer,
friend
. Examine the marks on her. Tell me if I’ve
been cruel.”

Heat stood and stepped forward. Jacob held her upper arms,
rocking her slightly, making it seem as though he held her against her will.

Heat didn’t pull his gaze from the floor. Sovereign wouldn’t
know because like Sage, his back faced the camera. “You’ve satisfied me.”

“Are you sure? I could lay her on the table and spread her
legs for you.”

Heat drew his gaze from the floor to glare into Jacob’s
eyes. “Jacob’s miss. May I address you?”

Sage glanced up and Jacob nodded, giving her permission.

“No,” she said, raising her eyebrows while offering a
furious smile.

After having been supposedly abused the night before, she
wasn’t acting very contrite or meek. With a single word, she’d gained herself
punishment. He sighed as if he were disgusted. In truth, he couldn’t be more
pleased. Her transgression offered him an excuse to end Heat’s visit.

“Jacob, forgive me. She’s in fine shape with a stubborn
streak you’ll need to remedy.” Heat smiled before leaving the room and closing
the door.

“And you,” Jacob said, grasping her arms and shaking her
gently. “You’ll get into the bed. I’ll join you shortly.”

“Jacob?” Her lips were drawn into a thin line.

He stroked some tangled hair behind her ear in an attempt to
ease her mind. “You’ve earned some discipline.”

She gazed at him through the top portion of her eyes. Her
lips lilted in a perfect pout. Her demure, regretful expression sent blood
rushing through his veins. He bent and whispered close to her ear, “I swear,
you’ll scream louder than you did last night. I want you, woman.”

“Yes, Jacob,” she uttered, smiling before shuffling toward
the bed.

* * * * *

Sage stood atop the main living quarters, viewing the
descent of Prevelor’s sun and the rising of its two orange moons. Jacob had
brought her to the rooftop so she could breathe some fresh air. The reprieve allowed
her mind to settle as she took in the peacefulness of the quiet streets below.

Two guards stood at the exit, watching every move she and
Jacob made. While she stood, leaning against the waist-high stone abutment,
Jacob paced behind her, walking the perimeter of the roof over and over. He
appeared restless and deep in thought.

The temperature actually rose as the eve light descended
over the village. The chilly winds from earlier turned humid. She’d worn the
green silky garment with a blanket draped over her shoulders. Soon she found
the cover too hot and folded it, placing it upon the large stone rim.

“The fire of her hair radiated warmth and safety, beckoning
those who’d become outcasts to take shelter against her bosom,” Jacob said
quietly from behind her.

She turned and found him standing a mere foot away,
devouring her with his gaze.

“And those wretched and fearful women, cast from beyond the
protection of their community, gathered around the green-eyed seraph to weather
the rising storm.”

She didn’t know what he was talking about but couldn’t move.
The hypnotic quality of his voice kept her still and expectant.

“In the middle of the barren wasteland, the stranger, the
woman spread her arms in welcome and they huddled closely, trusting her to be
of goodness and virtue.”

She licked her lips and tilted her head.

He’s telling me a story.

The words came to him easily, as if he’d thought about it
them some regularity.

“The heavens opened and swallowed great pieces of landscape.
Soil and rocks rained down the angry sky until nothing remained as far as the
eye could see. Desolation, destruction and demise of the once teeming and
thriving world happened in the cosmic blink of an eye.”

She took a tentative step toward him. The emotion in his
voice beckoned her. He was attempting to relay something and she wanted to know
what. “Jacob?”

“And when the handful of women rose from their knees, they
found themselves the sole survivors of a once flourishing world. They’d been
spared while their kinsmen perished, all because one lovely seraph took pity on
them. A fire-haired, green-eyed creature of exquisite beauty.” Jacob stepped
closer and stroked her hair, studying it as if it were some rare treasure. “Are
you the creature from my mother’s past?”

She smiled. “Doubtful. I haven’t been alive nearly long
enough.”

“According to legend, that was the beginning of my mother’s
clan. Strange,” he said, stroking her hair, “that you should be placed in my
path during a time of uncertainty and tribulation.”

“Are you superstitious?” She touched the side of his face.
More than ever, she found herself drawn to him. He’d been trained to kill, yet
recited stories passed down to him. Fierceness and passion combined with
certainty and patience made this strange and wonderful male a fascinating
enigma. A mystery that called to her, silently beckoning her to look deeper to
the hidden man beneath.

“Not necessarily. I am composed of conflicting halves. My
father’s blood runs heavily in my veins, making me seek order, control and
discipline. My heart likely beats to my mother’s customs and beliefs. I thirst
for knowledge and am burdened with a festering sense of allegiance.”

“You need to belong. Is that why you settled here?”

“Perhaps.”

“Because you didn’t belong in your parents’ world?”

His hand dropped away but his gaze never faltered. “You stir
my blood, Sage.”

She blinked, trying to follow the sudden change of subject.

He grasped her shoulders, pulling her close. “The sight of
you standing so peacefully, staring into the distance, made me recall the
fable. You are my anchor for the upcoming storm.”

“I’m hardly anybody’s
anchor
.”

“Bare your breasts for me.”

She glanced around. The guards hadn’t moved. The streets
below remained nearly vacant.

“I didn’t ask you, Sage.”

No, he hadn’t made a request. She hooked her thumbs into the
straps of the gown and began sliding them from her shoulders.

“Look at me as you do.” His voice dropped so only she could
hear. “There are no cameras here. Pay no attention to the guards.”

His eyes darkened and the pupils expanded as he watched her
bare her breasts. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off before allowing it
to flutter to the ground. “I’m going to take you here, atop this structure, so
your moans reach the heavens.”

She swallowed and looked away. He turned her face so her
gaze met his.

“Are your nipples still tender, sweet Sage?”

An unsteady breath escaped her lips. “Yes, Jacob.”

The exposed buds hardened, anticipating his touch.

Why do I respond like this?

“You can’t imagine the things I want to do to you.”

“Mmm,” she murmured, closing her eyes. Her ass cheeks
tingled and warmed from the recent spanking with the paddle. Oh, how she wanted
him to do that again. “Tell me.”

He urged her forward so her nipples touched his hot skin.
“That’s right, rub against me. Make me harder so I can fuck you.” His hands
traveled down the silken material to the hem. He brushed it up, baring her
tender cheeks to the humid breeze before kneading the sensitive flesh.

“Oh Jacob,” she whispered, squeezing his upper arms. She
pushed him away a few centimeters before he closed the gap between their
bodies. She’d wanted the guards to believe he would force her. With the need
riding deep in her pussy, her performance lacked sincerity.

“If you were truly mine,” he said, squeezing the firm
mounds, “I would enjoy testing your boundaries. I’d love placing a proper
device up your ass and making you bear it an entire day. I’d choose a long,
thick one that would fit snugly. At random times it would thicken and vibrate
before shooting a small amount of warming lubricant into your rectum.”

Her pussy tightened as she thought about how that might
feel. She no longer feared him inserting something into her ass. In fact, she
craved its placement.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Mmm.” She could become lost in his words on the darkening
rooftop. Here only the guards could watch.

“Your pussy would become so hot. I’d make you spread for me
so I could slap your clit and test your wetness. I’d do this often to make sure
you stayed hot and ready, aching to have an orgasm.”

She shivered, perspiration dotting her skin before the
gentle breeze caressed it.

“Watching you walk around like that, I’d need to lay you
down several times to stick my dick in you and come. You, however, would
continue to suffer until much later.”

She steadied herself, clenching the muscles on his sides,
digging her nails into his flesh.

He kissed the top of her head. “I’d work with you, teaching
you the ways of a meek while earning my role as your Master. You’d become my
life and I’d become yours.”

Achy, heart-rending emotions rolled through her, shaking
her. Nothing had ever sounded better. She still couldn’t comprehend how and why
she felt this degree of excitement with Jacob. She only knew she did. She’d
been alive in the very smallest of ways. Somehow, Jacob completed her.

“Please, Jacob,” she whispered.

“Do you need me, Sage? Do you want me right here and now?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve barely touched you.” His voice sounded lighthearted,
as if he’d smiled when he spoke.

She squeezed him tighter. He chuckled softly. “All right
then. But you need to behave.”

“Oh yes, Jacob.”

He stepped back, unfastened his pants and pulled them down
until his erection sprang free. “I’m going to lift you. I want you to hug me
with your arms and legs while I slip my cock into you.”