Taming the Raven's Son (Galactic Lust) (7 page)

He admired the determination etched into her expression as
she forced herself to relax, despite his fingers embedded into her heating, wet
pussy. She’d figured out she only tortured herself by creating movement. He’d
told her to lie still. She wouldn’t be as aroused if she would’ve listened.

Little by little, she stopped moving. Once he’d gained her
compliance, he finished with his examination. Her cervix was very tender and at
the right moment, he could thrust into her and move the head of his cock
against it. He could make her come if he also rubbed the nerves overlying the
skin separating her pussy from her rectum. The pain and pleasure would ensure
she would come hard, perhaps even causing her to ejaculate.

He slid his fingers free and licked them, accustoming
himself to her sweetly scented liquid desire. Her smell and taste seeping into
him. His cock beckoned for attention and he resisted the urge to fist it and
bring himself release. She might believe he held the upper hand but he suffered
right along with her. It was as it should be. As she learned her boundaries, he
also learned his.

“Would you roll over, Sage?”

Her right hand fisted. He wasn’t surprised. She didn’t want
to reveal her last secret.

“I understand. We’re done for now.” He ran his hands up her
belly and over her breasts before circling her neck and lifting her head. He
untied the gag and blindfold, removing them and tossing them to the floor. “You
did very well, Sage.”

He traced her lips with the pad of his thumb, using soft
pressure. Her mouth opened slightly in response. He wanted to answer the call
of her blushed cheeks, quick breaths and quivering lips. Her body glowed with
shameless desire. The small sounds emerging from her throat sang to him,
pleading for another taste of pleasure, a conclusion to unanswered desire.

Her reactions and trust swelled his heart. He’d never
experienced the overwhelming urge to forgo formalities, break protocol and rush
to the finish. She’d ignited a fire within him, burning, raging, destroying his
lessons and training. As a hunter and as a Domineer male, he must always remain
in control.

“And now that I’ve removed the gag, I wish to taste you.”

She sat up and placed her palms on his neck. “Like this,
please. Not with me lying down.”

He smiled, liking the word “please” coming from her lips.
Her whispery lust-infused voice sent ripples of desire racing through his
veins. “Are you afraid I’d take advantage of you?”

“No,” she replied, shaking her head. “I’d embarrass myself.”

He stroked her cheek as he neared, wanting and needing to
feel her breath on his lips as she spoke. “How?”

“I’m…” She cast her gaze down.

She resembled a meek just then. Wanting something but unsure
whether or not she should ask.

“Tell me, Sage.”

“I’m afraid I would beg you. And you obviously don’t want to
have sex with me. I don’t really understand what you want. It’s confounding,
actually. The others—”

He placed his finger over her lips. She had no choice but to
look up at him with her sparkling eyes. “The others have no place here. They no
longer exist, at least not in these rooms. Look around. The only one present is
me.” He released her.

She swallowed. “I don’t have any frame of reference here.
I’ve never been touched like that. You’re gentle and rough at the same time.
You make me burst into flames only to extinguish them.” Fat tears gathered in
her eyes.

His heart ached. He stood and slipped his pants down before
kicking out of them. He sat down and spread his legs before pushing the shirt
from her shoulders, attempting to wrap her in his arms. She placed her hands on
his chest and stared at his fully erect cock.

“You see, sweet woman, you’re not the only one suffering.
And believe me, I want you.”

She squirmed until she stroked his erection with a
feather-light touch. He stifled a groan and the urge to force her delicate hand
around his width.

“Then why won’t you?”

He’d never been questioned like this before. The previous
women who’d shared his bed hadn’t commented on his tactics or methods. They’d
obeyed, acquiesced, endured and then reaped the rewards of their trust,
sometimes earning punishment in the process. Deedra, in particular, made sure
to receive punishment regularly. She’d not only wanted it, she’d needed it.

“I require your trust. I don’t have it yet. Not completely.
I haven’t earned it. I must before we go further.”

“Why? Is it a rule or something?”

“Shh, lower your voice. You shouldn’t question me.”

She bit her bottom lip.

He pulled her close and hugged her. Against her ear, he
whispered, “A newly acquired meek is examined. Everywhere. Only then can her
Master enjoy her body. Only when he’s fully aware of each facet. It’s the way
of a man trained in the Bendolian art of being a Master. It’s my way.”

“I’m sorry. I just can’t.” She stroked his cock, this time
without as much hesitancy.

“We’ll work on it.”

“By you teasing me some more?” Her disgruntled tone of voice
couldn’t be overlooked.

He slapped her ass and she jumped. Why would she speak to
him like that? She’d been warned. The last thing he wanted to do was discipline
her. She’d left him no choice with the bastard watching. He tightened his
embrace when she attempted to pull away. “Relax in my arms. Don’t struggle.”

“I’m not
that
good an actress. I hurt from the
teasing and now I hurt from your slap. I’ve reached my limit. Let me go.”

“Lower your voice or I’ll punish you.”

She struggled harder. “The hell you will!”

Without preamble or warning he wrestled her down, placing
her over his thighs. It took several long moments before she stilled.

“As before, Sage, I’ll give you ample warning and count
before each strike. You’ve earned ten.”

“Make it twenty, bastard!”

The anger she expressed could well be unanswered desire. He
couldn’t explain the situation to her. If he’d been alone with her, the
scenario would’ve played out differently. “Very well. Twenty.”

“No!”

“One.” He cupped his hand to make the sound echo through the
room. He needed to convince anyone watching he could and would discipline her.
He wanted to accomplish that without causing bruises.

She stilled. Finally, common sense returned to her but it
was too late. She exhaled and grabbed his calf. Weakly, she uttered, “I’m
sorry.”

She must learn not to let anger guide her. She’d find
herself in a much worse predicament very quickly. “Two.”

He made the next slap land harder, sting more.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“I know you are. Three.”

“Please!” she said.

Her contrite plea was laced with fear. Damn her! Too little,
too late. Hopefully she’d learn something.

“Four.”
Slap!

She sobbed. It hadn’t come from the meager spanking. Hurt
and confusion, rebellion and sadness, anger and frustration bled from her with
the mournful sob.

He continued to count until the last slap landed on her warm
and blushed cheeks. He turned her, brought her to his chest and embraced her.
She clung to him rather than shove him away. Disgust chilled his guts. Anger
too. He’d disciplined her because he’d had to, not because it’d been the right
thing to do. He hadn’t slapped her with any real force. Nonetheless, he’d
spanked her ten times too many. He wanted to be punished himself just then.

He’d asked too much from her. How could she act like a
submissive when she’d never considered the lifestyle?

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her ear as he rocked her.

“I know. Me too,” she whispered. “It won’t happen again. I
promise. I promise.”

He needed to tell her so many things. His heart ached—he
wanted to be himself with her. He wanted to drop the pretense of indifference.
She’d struggled so hard to act as he’d requested. She hadn’t pretended to enjoy
his touch and exploration. She’d craved it. She knew others had watched and yet
somehow, she’d managed to place all that aside. Her bravery and trust thus far
exceeded what many could’ve managed.

“Kiss me, please,” she whispered.

Her soft voice hadn’t been for those who spied. It’d been
for him alone. He leaned closer, brushing his lips over hers. Her ass cheeks
warmed his thigh. She squirmed, rubbing them against him, pressing her breasts
into his chest. She parted her lips, licked them and said, “Show me, Jacob.
Please kiss me.”

Her low, husky voice laced with desire melted his insides. A
renewed surge of lust filled his abdomen, sinking lower, driving fire into his
erection. He touched her lips. “Spread for me.”

She parted her lips. He looked down on the recently punished
woman who opened herself, waiting for him to take what she offered. He did. He
caressed her with a heated kiss, sampling her mouth. Their tongues touched
before he took more and explored. Savored. Claimed what she’d given.

She twisted and moaned, stretched and squirmed. Her innocent
sexual dance ignited his blood. She craved his touch, wanting more. He wanted
more too. But he mustn’t. They mustn’t. Not now. Not before she allowed him
access to all of her body.

He tore his mouth free, panting, wanting to dip deeper into
her well of desire. “Tell me when you’re ready. We’ll begin again.”

“All over again?” The dismay in her voice startled him.

He seldom smiled. He’d little reason to over the past
months. Yet he found it difficult not to around Sage. “Except we’ll share
kisses next time.”

“Really?” Her brows rose.

He could hardly fathom this was the same woman who’d been
wet and wanton just moments ago. “Yes.”

Her lips formed a perfect pout. “As much as I want the
kisses, I don’t know if I can do what you want.”

He cuddled her closer. “Close your eyes and picture
something.”

She did and frowned. He admired the effort she placed into
being someone she wasn’t. “I’ll be very gentle with you if you allow me to
explore. Imagine how it would feel to have your cheeks spread, revealing that
tight ring of nerves that’s barely been touched.”

She stiffened. He needed to explain and get her past this
phobia. “It’s how it’s done, at least for those who practice this type of
relationship. At least in my corner of the galaxy.”

“What would happen next?” She wiggled and settled against
him.

Coddling her this way might be viewed by others as a
weakness in him. At the moment, he couldn’t dwell on that. They needed to
progress, and keeping her relaxed was the only way to make it happen. “I would
use a cool, soothing lubricant and work it beyond your tight entrance. My
finger would open you slowly, gradually. All you’d feel is intense pleasure.”

“Really?” Her husky voice and warm breath washed over his
chest.

“Yes. The first time will make you achy and wet. If you
relax and do as I say, you’ll want more. You’ll ask me for more. Tell me how
good it feels.”

Her knees drew apart a few centimeters. “Mmm.”

“You’re imagining it. My finger up your ass, moving slowly
in and out.”

Her thighs squeezed together. He kissed the top of her head.

“Just when you’re ready to come—”

“From that?”

“Yes,” he replied, smiling, “you’ll get very aroused. Once
you’re accustomed to being touched and opened, I’ll use that desire to both
reward and punish you in the future.”

She licked his chest and he forced himself to hold her and
not crush her against his skin.

“And then you’ll let me climax?”

“No. I’ll insert a thin, flexible probe. It will swell
inside you, keeping those nerves nice and tight, stretched and alive. Once it’s
placed, I’ll roll you to your back and make you spread. That’s when I’ll get to
sample you. That’s when I’ll fuck you slowly, thoroughly and make you accept my
cock.”

“Oh,” she groaned, rubbing her cheek over his chest. She
actually wetted his thigh with her pussy juices.

He kissed her harshly, reminding her that her refusal had
made them both suffer. She responded to the kiss as if she’d die without it.
She arched her back and offered her breasts. Her legs parted, giving him access
to her pussy.

Even after he’d spanked her, she remained filled with
desire. Perhaps it could be due to the punishment. Maybe she’d never thought
about the role of a submissive. It didn’t mean she couldn’t like it once she’d
been introduced.

Possibilities flooded his mind, forcing his body to tighten
with arousal. They’d no time to form anything but the most basic of bonds.
There’d be no future. The only path for them was mired in darkness and
bloodshed. Why then did his chest swell with warmth as tender thoughts of their
union clouded his thinking?

With any luck at all, she would escape with her life.

Jacob placed Sage onto the bed, stood, retrieved his pants
and sauntered into the relief area. What did he expect her to do? Would he want
her to lie there and wait for his return? Would he begin the examination all
over? She couldn’t bear it at the moment and sat, dangling her legs over the
edge.

To clear her mind, she scanned the room, looking for a route
of escape. The windows sat high on the stone walls. Too high to climb up and
reach. Additionally, bars stretched over them, ending any possibility of
getting away through that particular route.

The huge room had several purposes. The large bed with four
smooth, shiny rock columns occupied a fourth of the room. The dining table
could accommodate ten. The relief area, by modern standards was huge and
spacious. And then she glanced at the corner farthest away, mired in shadow.
She stared at what lay there as her mind tried to process what she saw.

Embedded into the wall were shackles at different heights.
An odd sort of bench with restraints sat there too. Bindings, whips, rods and
paddles were perched here and there.

Jacob touched her cheek and she shrieked, drawing her legs
up before scooting away. The man who’d aroused her couldn’t be the same man
who’d keep torture items close at hand. Could he? “Were you placed here after
the takeover, or has this always been your room?”

He lowered his hand to his side. “After a time, I was
permitted to reside here, in my original room. Why?”

Her stomach turned as a clammy, cold feeling washed over
her. Her teeth chattered as she conjured images of what might’ve taken place in
his
room. Although he’d been forced to punish her, she thought she’d
detected regret from him both times.

She’d been mistaken. Sadly, badly mistaken. Had she believed
he regretted the brutality so she could trust him to help? Had she conjured
imaginary things to trick herself into maintaining the hope she’d eventually
escape?

When he reached for her, she scrambled to avoid his touch.

“Sage?”

She kept glancing at the corner filled with torture
instruments, knowing she’d never survive a night at his mercy.

“Come to me.” He held out his hand, a veil of hardness
descended over him. He hadn’t asked a question. He’d issued a command.

His lips moved and she concentrated, trying to understand
what he relayed.
They watch. They listen
.

She’d forgotten. Should she even believe him? Something
wasn’t right with the bastard who referred to himself as Sovereign. But could
Jacob be using Sovereign as a ploy to gain her cooperation? Was there really a
threat?

“Come to me, Sage. Obey me,” his deep voice beckoned.

Obey!
The single word forced the muscles in her arm
to contract.
Does “obey” equate to surrender?

Her hands trembled. The shaking moved up her arms into her
shoulders. All she’d wanted was a vacation, a reprieve from the everyday grind
of decisions, moneymaking, profits and innovations. A few weeks. Just a few
stinking weeks away from the stress in her life!

“Don’t make me come to you.” The unmoving, unflinching
emotionless man stood there, threatening her with his calm voice.

Options. She searched frantically and came up with nothing.
With his outstretched arm, hand opened, he expected and silently demanded she
obey. Hesitantly, she crawled toward him. Overwhelmed with uncertainty, she
dropped her gaze and bowed her head, as if sorry for not listening to him
immediately. In truth, she couldn’t face his scrutiny. She didn’t want to see
something in his expression that wasn’t there, such as caring. With the devices
of torture in the corner of the room, how could she have believed he had any
concern for her safety?

Would he place her over his lap and spank her? Strangely,
the thought made her moan as her pussy warmed. While kneeling, she leaned her
rear end against her heels. The skin he’d spanked remained warm and sensitive.
Had becoming a prisoner done this to her? Was feeling pleasure from abuse a
survival mechanism?

He stroked her hair, placing the strands that’d fallen
forward over her shoulder before he raised her chin. “You must not make me
repeat myself. Understood?”

She nodded, biting into her bottom lip so she wouldn’t
expound on what she thought about his rules.

They listen. They watch
.

She needed to trust Jacob. She needed to believe what he’d
said. He’d told her how to remain safe. He’d spanked her but she knew in her
heart it could’ve been much more violent. She wrapped her arms around him and
placed her cheek on his chest.

I’ll do what I must to survive.
“I’m sorry.”

He stroked her hair and rubbed her shoulders. He touched her
with gentle strokes as the tension in his arms dissipated.

“Let me guide you,” he whispered against her ear. “Trust
me.”

“I’ll try.”

He cuddled her and drew her up until he kissed her
passionately. “That's all I can ask.”

Trapped and at his mercy, she didn’t have many options.
She’d never been the center of anyone’s attention, not like with him. His intensity,
determination and inflexibility caused something deep inside her to open. More
than anything else, his expressions and body language spoke of sincerity.
Either he was the galaxy’s most consummate liar or he believed what he said,
valued her sexual responses to his touch.

Why couldn’t I have met you before, under different
circumstances?

Her heart sank as the answer came to her. If they had met at
any other time or in any other way, she would’ve discarded him from her life.
She’d never devoted time to any particular man. Not like this. A perfect storm
had brought them together and cracked open the barrier she’d kept around her
innermost emotions and desires.

Warmth rushed over her skin. She wrapped her arms around his
neck, pressing her breasts against his chest. The act of placing herself in
another’s care appealed to her. She’d been carrying many burdens and if she
surrendered a little, gave him a bit of control, perhaps she’d benefit.
“Jacob.”

“Oh,” he groaned, stroking her back, clasping her cheeks. He
squeezed the mounds, separating them while drawing her pelvis to his. “Kiss me,
Sage.”

“Yes, Jacob.”

Jacob became lost in the tender mouth beneath his. His
Domineer blood stirred as his cock swelled. She’d fought her instincts and
eventually placed trust in him. Half of him screamed to nurture the fire-haired
woman, woo her and then mate her. That stemmed from his Raven heritage.

Years under the watchful eyes of his uncle had engrained
discipline, order, justice and integrity into his every fiber. Had those ideals
melted away over the last fourteen months? Or had this woman softened his
heart?

The vibration of her body reached into him, telling him she
needed sex. His instinct was to lay her down, spread her and make passionate
love to her. She deserved pleasure over the next several days, not unanswered
desire.

Despite her previous encounters with men, she’d opened
herself and allowed his exploration. Her gift of arousal touched him deeply.
“Let’s begin,” he said, stepping away, retrieving the tube of lubricant.

She gazed at his hand, cringing. Her eyes darted to his,
fear, hesitation and desire evident in her lovely face. Her lips remained
sealed. She struggled not to deny him this time.

“If you’ll allow me to finish, I won’t start over. I seldom
renege on my word, but you’re special. We don’t have time to repeat steps, so
I’ll allow your recent transgression. This once.”

She nodded as she knelt in front of him on the bed. She
began turning away and he stopped her. “No, we’ll proceed like this. You can
hold me and examine me. Accustom yourself to my body. It may ease your fear. It
will give you other things to concentrate on.”

The frown she’d worn turned slightly. He couldn’t expect a
true smile. She dreaded this last intimacy. Regardless, his blood stirred and
pulse raced at the knowledge he’d won a battle with her. He’d amply reward her
courage.

He placed lubricant on his fingertip before spreading her
cheeks wide. She sucked in a huge breath and trembled. He nuzzled her neck,
kissed and sucked gently. Her shaking didn’t solely stem from fear. Desire
remained. An untapped, untested form of pleasure lay waiting for him to
uncover.

“Your hands are holding me so tightly. Use them. Rub me.”

Her gentle stroking and touching nearly toppled his resolve.
Despite her claim of having been disappointed with prior encounters, he
couldn’t believe this sexual, giving woman hadn’t indulged at every opportunity
until she found a man worth her passion.

She curled against him, rubbing her cheek and breasts over
his chest. Her hands slid beyond the waistband of his pants. She mimicked him
by grasping his ass cheeks and spreading them.

He chuckled. She froze in place. He kissed the top of her
head. “Are you going to extract a tit-for-tat, Sage?”

She melted against him and massaged his cheeks. “I hadn’t
thought of that, but now that you mention it…”

“There’s a reason a woman’s generally turned onto her
stomach for this,” he said, grasping her tighter, rubbing her ass in the
process. “I didn’t know what it was until now.”

“What?”

“Having you like this is a temptation almost too much to
ignore. I can see how a man might forget his duty and fuck his meek instead.”

“Feel free,” she mumbled, licking his chest.

He nudged her head with his chin. “Look at me.”

Huge eyes turned upward.

Exquisite!

He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her gently, slowly,
thoroughly. He’d need to build upon her desire so when he entered her ass she’d
feel no pain, only greater arousal.

She passionately participated in the deepening kisses. She
squirmed and undulated as he methodically stole into her body. A fire raged
within her tight opening. She didn’t startle or clench down. She kept
readjusting herself, opening her knees wider and wider.

He managed a breath in between hot, wet kisses. “You know what
comes next. Don’t you?”

Her hands fisted in his hair, torturing his scalp,
heightening his lust. “Will it hurt?”

He moved his finger, pressing into her before drawing back.
“Does my finger hurt?”

“No,” she sighed, wiggling her ass. “No. Oh Jacob, more. Please
more.”

He withdrew and reached over, taking the probe from the
bedside table. He covered it with lubricant so the thin instrument would glide
in almost without detection.

Before he could reach behind her, she grasped his upper
arms. Her breasts quivered and her cheeks were flushed and she panted. Her
eyelids drooped in a sensual lilt. “Jacob?”

He kissed her forehead. “Hmm?”

Her gaze dropped. “This will only happen to me once. Would
it be wrong if I’ve changed my mind? Would it be wrong of me to want to feel
what you’ll do?”

He touched her shoulder. Her flushed skin burned with heat.
An experienced meek could be brought to this level of arousal with coaxing. The
heady scent of her hot, wet pussy drifted to his head. She’d entered a
hypersexual state and sought heightened stimulation. He couldn’t be more
pleased.

“Wanting me will never be wrong. Position yourself so I can
finish.”

Her bottom lip trembled. “Yes, Jacob.”

She turned away from him, bent at the waist, placed her
cheek against the bed and spread her legs. He couldn’t move, could barely
breathe. He’d expected her to lie down so she’d remain comfortable while he
placed the probe. Instead, she’d assumed an unnatural and vulnerable position.
She showed him how wet and ready she was for more.

In her current position, he didn’t need to spread her. Her
anal opening couldn’t be more accessible. It glistened with the recent lube
he’d spread, begging to be explored further, possibly even fucked.

Sweat rose on his skin as he placed the tip. She moved back onto
it rather than pull away. He didn’t pause as he pushed it into her rectum. Or
give her time to adjust.

“Oh! It hurts!”

He knew better. He watched as she tightened on the object
and pushed backward. He tapped the exposed end and it expanded both inside her
and out. She wouldn’t be able to expel it.

She moaned loudly and slid toward the bed. He pinched her
ass. “Remain as you are.” He held her so she remained kneeling in front of him.
“Pain or pleasure? Which do you feel?”

She shook her head. He believed she truly didn’t know.

He rubbed her soaking-wet pussy. She humped him, attempting
to come. The motions of her hips and the sweet smell of arousal filled his
head. She must burn with the urge to grind against his fingers, to try to
increase the pressure and friction.

“You like this,” he stated more as a confirmation than a
question.

He slid his index and middle fingers into her pussy. She
seized him, hugging the intrusion with her vaginal walls. “Please, Jacob!
Please!”

He withdrew, obtained the chill-rod and inserted it deeply
before pressing the button to steal her climax. She groaned and bucked,
swinging her hips, trying anything to complete the orgasm. She needed to learn
some manners and patience despite their limited time. She should’ve figured out
by now she’d only come with his permission. While he’d made exceptions because
of their unique situation, he remained in control. She could come when he
allowed her to.

He withdrew the chill-rod and coaxed her to lie down. She
collapsed, her arms and legs spread, rubbing her ass against the bed. She’d
said she wasn’t accustomed to the rigors of sexual discipline. But since she’d
overcome her most recent obstacle, they could progress quickly now.

Sage wanted nothing more than to cry herself to sleep and
wake in her own bed, behind the company’s safely guarded walls.