Chapter Seven

Chapter 7

SOFIA GRINNED AS SHE stood on the bed, one foot firmly on either side of Braax’s prone form. He smiled up at her, clearly enjoying the view of her bare body though his muscles tensed with control, his arms tied to the bedposts just as he’d done to her a few days ago.

She’d wanted her own turn, especially after how much she’d enjoyed the sensation of being restrained while he’d fucked her. It was fun being the one in control, though a part of her did wish it were the other way around.

Still, she had more than enjoyed teasing Braax… with her fingers, her tongue, anything but her slick cunt that he so clearly desired.

“Is this what you want?” she asked, swiping her fingers through her slit, already wet with the arousal that throbbed through her entire body.

His pupils dilated, arms tensing as they gripped the ropes that restrained him.

“ Sofia ,” he growled, jaw clenched like he was in physical pain.

And maybe he was with the way she teased him, precum dripping from the head of his pulsing cock.

Was it time to give him what he wanted?

“What is it, dear husband?” she purred, gingerly stepping off the bed and running her hands over his scaly chest.

Perhaps a bit more teasing would be fun. She was feeling drunk on power, her grin hurting her cheeks as she watched him squirm.

Lithe fingers ghosted over his shaft, her tongue pressing against his slit, lapping up the salty seed pooling there. It made her mouth tingle, something Braax had assured her wasn’t harmful the first time she’d tasted him.

He whimpered, shutting his eyes as he tried to buck into her mouth, though Sofia just pulled herself away.

“You need to be good, otherwise I’ll leave you here all night.”

A playful threat, but one that sent a jolt of lust through her, electricity dancing along her spine.

Braax growled, though he ceased his erratic thrusting, and she brought her tongue to him once more. As a reward, she gripped him solidly, taking as much as she could into her mouth with one swift movement.

Something about his desperation urged her on, even as a voice in the back of her head tried to warn her. She loved the way he felt in her mouth, absurdly large, loved the way her husband struggled against the restraints, his eyes glued to her.

He circled the ropes around his wrists again, pulling them taut. There was a strange look in his eyes, a feral intensity she hadn’t seen before. Maybe she’d gone too far, especially with someone who was clearly so used to being the one in control.

Sofia released his cock from her mouth as a creaking noise reverberated through the room, the headboard straining as he pulled. She glanced at him, concern threading her brow, but he just smiled a wicked grin at her.

“Should I—” she started, but Braax interrupted her before she could offer to untie him.

“You should run, Sofia. Now .”

His voice was dark, unlike anything she’d heard out of him before. She took a step back, the ropes tearing as the headboard continued to groan.

Oh, fuck.

Without a second thought, she turned, racing through the house and out the back door that led to the forest beyond. It was dusk, the setting suns casting long shadows as she stumbled through the trees, her heart racing.

She didn’t even care about the fact that she was completely naked, the nearest neighbor at least a mile away. Every nerve buzzed with anticipation, the excitement of what was to come.

Sofia heard a roar from the cabin, hazarding only a single glance back before returning her focus to the path in front of her. There was no real danger, was there? No, Braax had never given any indication he would hurt her, was perfectly willing to let her tie him up when she’d asked.

There was a crunching of twigs behind her, and she squealed, bracing herself. A force pushed her to the ground and she fell to her hands and knees. Quickly, she flipped herself onto her back, gazing up at Braax towering over her.

Every one of his muscles was strained with tension as he got to his knees, crouching at her feet.

“This is on you, Sofia. You should have tied me up better.”

She tried to push on his chest as he leaned over her, but he grabbed her hands, pressing them into the dirt above her head.

“Please, don’t,” she said with her best breathy horror victim impression, though there was a smile on her face and a wicked gleam in her gaze.

He stared down at her, green eyes positively glowing.

“You know your word, right?”

The unasked question was, is this okay ? Should we continue ?

Sofia took a big gulp of air and nodded.

“Yes, I know my word.”

She trusted him completely, a realization that surprised her. Only a few weeks and she was ready to let him ravage her in the woods, willing to put every last bit of control into his clawed hands.

Braax took a few beats, giving her a chance to change her mind, to say something. He shifted both of her wrists to one of his large hands, using the other to drag his claws lightly across her breasts.

She bit her lip, trying to stop the smile from curling her mouth.

“Please, don’t hurt me!” she cried, and his pupils dilated at her words.

He was holding himself with so much tension and she desperately wanted him to let go, to unleash everything on her. She got her wish a moment later when he flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so he could angle himself behind her.

“Stop! Get off of me!” Sofia yelled, though she couldn’t stifle the whimper of arousal as the head of his cock prodded against her.

Braax leaned forward, growling in her ear.

“You are sure you know your word?”

“Yes, I promise.”

There was silence for a moment, stillness as he waited for her to stop him. When she said nothing, he gave her what she wanted and she cried out from the sudden intrusion, his cock working its way inside her without his usual restraint.

In a moment, he was fully flush with her, the sharp bite of pain and pleasure melding together like intertwining nebulae. Then he was fucking her, harder than he’d ever done before, one hand pressing her head into the dirt.

“Stop, please…” she begged, her own desperate words only increasing her arousal, her need.

They seemed to do the same to Braax as he slammed into her like some sort of feral creature, animalistic grunts punctuating the peaceful forest.

Oh, it was so good, so improper, letting forbidden pleasure wrap them in its scandalous embrace.

The ridges of his cock rubbed her furiously, the pain worth every moment of delicious pleasure as tension coiled in her stomach. Her cheek pressed against the warm dirt, every thrust shaking her body with tremors.

The brutality surprised Sofia—though her husband wasn’t necessarily gentle, he’d never shown this type of untamed power—and she loved every minute of it. She lessened her grip on the cloud in her chest, allowing herself to feel the full range of emotions that flowed through her as her sexual fantasy came to life.

It was freeing to let go, to accept this part of her, reclaiming the power of her own body. Giving up control was cathartic, letting Braax violate her with his brutal thrusts.

A smack echoed into the night and she cried out as a shock of pain shot up her spine. He had slapped her, her ass still stinging as he plunged into her without relenting.

“I need you to cum for me, Sofia. If you don’t, I won’t stop fucking you, not even if you cry and scream. Not even if you beg .”

Oh, fuck. The growl in his voice made her dizzy, another smack ringing through the dark forest as he slapped her once more, pain and arousal twisting in her aching cunt. Her hands clawed at the dirt, the rapture of the moment forcing long dormant tears to spill.

She needed more, wanted to obey her husband more than anything on Olara 8, more than anything in the galaxy. She spread her legs wider, arching her back to give Braax a better angle as he thrusted.

“Cum for me, Sofia!” he growled, his tail whipping from behind him and tangling around her waist.

The tip vibrated against her clit and her tears dripped onto dry dirt. A desperate moan escaped her lips, mixing with his vicious grunts.

A clawed hand gripped into her hair, pulling her back so he could hiss in her ear.

“Cum for me. Now .”

Tears streamed down her face as her orgasm ripped through her, sending a jolt up her spine and through her limbs as Braax continued to thrust. Her cunt clenched against his cock, almost suctioning him in, and she felt his sticky seed running down her thighs, a groan echoing into the night.

But he didn’t stop, still plowing into her, one hand gripping her hair as the other clawed at her waist, pulling her back to meet each of his thrusts.

Sofia was completely empty of thoughts, her mind and body deliciously numb. There was something so intimate, so erotic about fully submitting to her husband, every bit of control surrendered as he violated her.

Something she’d never felt even the slightest inclination for with Greyson.

Braax roared behind her, pulling out and coating her ass and legs with another round of seed. The sticky warmth dripped down her bare skin and she relished in the sensation of being claimed, marked.

Holy fuck .

With a groan, she fell onto her side, desperately trying to get her protective cloud back in place, to compose herself after the thrashing that had just occurred. She wiped tears from her eyes and glanced at Braax, surprised by the horrified look on his face.

“Are you alright?” he asked, eyes darting over her bare body, the seed between her legs, the scratch marks at her waist, the dirt all over her breasts and tear-stained cheeks.

She heaved a great sigh, trying to catch her breath.

“I’m fine, are you?”

Not entirely true, as her emotions still threatened to overwhelm her, but she’d enjoyed every second of what had occurred.

“I… I don’t understand what just happened. Did I hurt you? That was what you wanted, right?”

He seemed afraid to touch her, his eyes roaming over her body as he wrung his hands in front of him. Sofia pushed herself up, taking a clawed hand in both of hers and kneeling before him.

“Yes, dear, that’s what I wanted. It’s, uh, a thing some couples like to do. We probably should have talked about it beforehand, though.”

Braax continued to look horrified and her heart ached, a desperate urge to calm him, to reassure him.

“People do that? Pretend they’re being…” he trailed off, clearly not wanting to say the word.

“Some do. Usually with more discussion, but I felt safe with you since I had my word. I’m so sorry, Braax, I hope it didn’t upset you. It’s… not for everyone, but it’s something that I enjoy.”

Now his eyes widened, though his shoulders relaxed, some of the tension easing with her words.

“You’ve done that before?”

Sofia couldn’t resist a chuckle.

“Well, not quite like that, but yes. With a previous partner.”

She’d certainly never been chased through the woods and fucked into the dirt, though she’d let one of her ex-boyfriends sneak into her bedroom and ravage her on more than one occasion. It wasn’t something she usually brought up with new partners, not a kink many seemed willing to try.

“With your ex-husband?”

Braax’s face was so serious, and she tried not to laugh again.

“No. Definitely not. He wasn’t into any sort of experimenting.”

An understatement. Greyson was the blandest person she’d ever been in bed with, and for perhaps the thousandth time, she wondered why she’d even married him in the first place.

He just nodded, and she crawled into his lap, cupping his cheek in her palm. She was worried that a line had been crossed, and it turned her stomach to think she’d distressed him.

“You are a mess,” he said with a small laugh, pulling a twig out of her hair. “Are you sure I did not hurt you?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I mean, I’m a little sore, but I’m fine. I liked it.”

Braax gave her a suspicious look, as if he didn’t believe her words.

“I… liked it too.”

“I’m glad. I really didn’t want to upset you, I was just… caught up in the moment. We don’t have to do that again if you don’t want to.”

Sofia hoped he’d be willing to give it another try, the thrill of running through the forest while he chased her still sending pulses of electricity through her body, but it wasn’t worth his discomfort.

Braax nuzzled his snout into the crook of her neck.

“I… might like to. But only if you want to as well.”

She bit her lip, throwing her arms around his shoulders.

“I very much want that.”

That fanged grin that melted her heart returned to his face, and he pushed himself up, still cradling her in his arms. His eyes glimmered with mischief, with care, with… something more?

Impossible to say.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up, my beautiful wife.”

Sofia sighed into the bath Braax had drawn for her, the hot water soothing her aches and pains and calming her emotions.

Letting go had been freeing—and frightening—but now the little glowing cloud was firmly back in place, numbing her from the world. Still, that moment of release had been euphoric, and she wondered if the cloud was hurting her more than protecting her at this point. A thought she pushed away, unwilling to think more about it right now.

He crouched outside the tub, his fingers scrubbing her scalp and tingling the sensitive skin. She let her eyes shut, focusing on the physical sensations of her body instead of the emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

“You are certain you are alright?” he asked for what felt like the tenth time.

A smile pulled at Sofia’s lips, though a sense of unease permeated through her. She knew he wasn’t just talking about the physical pounding she’d taken in the woods; the tears staining her face would have been impossible to miss.

“I’m fine, Braax. I promise.”

He pressed his snout to her cheek in a chaste kiss, then nuzzled against her neck.

“I would never do something you did not want, would never hurt you.”

She opened her eyes, cupping his cheek, letting her thumb stroke his glimmering scales.

“I know that. I promise, I trust you.”

It was the truth. She trusted him more than anyone else, which said a lot about the people who had been a part of her life. She trusted him to protect her, control himself enough to respect her safety even as he ravaged her. A small part of her even wanted to trust him with her darkest emotions, though she tried to shove that inclination away.

Braax opened his mouth to say something, tension filling the bathroom like a thick fog, but quickly closed it. A grimace flashed across his face, though he curled his lips into a gentle smile after a moment.

“I am so glad that you do.” A long pause, as the glimmer of mischief returned to his glowing eyes. “I may have ruined the headboard.”

Sofia laughed, a bright sound that carried through the small space.

“I guess I learned my lesson about trying to tie you up.”

Now Braax mirrored her laugh, kissing her on the cheek.

“I think you more than learned, my sweet wife.”

She only hoped it was a lesson he would teach her again soon.