Chapter 11

MANDY

Be an obedient female and bend over.

Kameer’s command resounds in my head as I slowly move to comply. What choice do I have? I lean over the bed and place my hands flat on the mattress. The big bossy Darrvason moves behind me and helps arrange me to his liking, with my thighs spread further apart than I would prefer, my back arched, and my ass lifted high.

Once again, my center is fully exposed to his gaze. Cool air caresses my nether area, and my sense of vulnerability heightens. I’m mildly dizzy from the orgasm Kameer gave me, and my arms and legs feel weak in the aftermath of the undulating pleasure.

I’m still in disbelief over the events that have transpired since I was delivered to his quarters, but the climax is the most shocking event thus far.

Kameer cups my bottom cheeks, taking one in each hand, and gives them a firm squeeze that steals my breath. “Oh! Ouch!”

“Still sore?”

“Ouch! Yes!”

To my relief, he shifts from squeezing my cheeks to massaging them, and his touch is like magic, instantly soothing the soreness.

“Your bottom is bright red, but I suspect the redness will be faded by morning. It’s not as though I took a strap to you. Those marks would last much longer.”

A strap? My heart races. I want to ask if he would ever use a strap on me, but just like the topic of Ned’s true cause of death, I’m too afraid of the answer. So, I remain silent as he makes a show of inspecting my punished bottom, an experience that’s nearly as humiliating as the spanking itself.

He leans down and eventually kneels behind me. It takes all my self-control to remain in place, bent over the bed with my thighs spread wide as his warm breath hits my most private places. He touches various parts of my bottom, light brief touches that feel like a tease.

I shut my eyes and attempt to count backward from one hundred, thinking perhaps it’s the only way to stop the warm pulses that are suddenly quickening between my thighs.

Without warning, he grasps my cheeks and spreads me uncomfortably wide. His breath continues to caress my pussy, and shame heats my face anew as I realize the inspection has taken an illicit turn. I whimper and wish I could disappear into the floor. Does he know how thoroughly embarrassed I’m becoming?

“You possess a tight mating channel,” he says as he prods my slick entrance, gradually nudging two or perhaps three fingers inside. “However, I believe you will have no difficulty accepting both my shafts, the upper one and the lower one.” He pushes deeper, until a slight burning pain descends.

I rise on my toes with a whimper. His appendages are massive, particularly the lower one, and I cannot fathom how he’ll manage to claim me.

Apprehension sweeps through me. How can this be happening? I thought I was safe. I wasn’t on the list. Yet I caught a Darrvason’s notice, and the possessive male found a way to lawfully acquire me.

My head whirls as I consider the events of today. Fatigue pulls at me even as my excitement mounts. I’m becoming wet again, exceedingly so, and I’m fairly certain I can feel my clit pulsating with need. Despite myself, I’m aching for him to touch me there again, to stroke the sensitive button until I shatter. Until I have another climax.

Kameer shifts behind me, withdraws his thick fingers from my pussy, and releases my bottom cheeks. I open my eyes and glance over my shoulder, only to find he’s messing with a control panel on the bedside table. The bed suddenly rises, and my feet no longer touch the floor.

He meets my eyes, and his gaze is heated. His nostrils flare as he inhales a series of deep breaths, and I can’t help but admire his huge, muscular form. I also can’t help but stare at the ancestral markings that cover his chest, alien symbols that glow orange. My mouth becomes dry.

If a heartbond forms between us, those are the very same markings that will appear on my upper arms, and there will be no erasing them.

No breaking the bond once it’s formed.

My heart flutters with panic, even though there’s a part of me that’s curious about the intimacy of a Darrvason heartbond.

I’d expected my years as Ned’s wife to be lonely ones. I never believed we would share any sort of connection. But Kameer seems eager to know my thoughts and feelings, eager to unite with me in a way I could’ve never hoped to with Ned.

He’s also eager to breed me, I remind myself.

He views himself as my lord and master.

My gaze drifts to his massive appendages, which are sticking straight out from his body. They appear rock hard, and they’d felt unyieldingly firm when I briefly touched him over his pants. Won’t it hurt when he impales me?

He’s so much larger than me that I’m doubtful we’ll be able to successfully complete the mating act.

He strokes his lower cock, the biggest one, and comes to stand directly behind me. The heat of his body wafts over me, and I turn and grip the bottom sheet, suddenly breathless as the achiness in my core deepens.

How can I crave such a forbidden act, especially when I believe it’s going to hurt?

Kameer grasps one of my hips, then drags his appendage up and down through my moisture. I whimper and shudder with the pleasure of it, and I can’t restrain a moan whenever his shaft grazes my clit.

“My sweet little mate.” His voice brims with reverence, and somehow, this makes my throat burn. “I’m going to claim you now. I’m going to pound you with my cocks, one after the other, and spill my seed inside you. I expect you to be an obedient female and accept every thrust.”

If I were braver, I might point out that I’m trapped on the raised bed and I can’t even stand right now, so what choice do I have but to accept every thrust? But I’m fully aware of how vulnerable I am in this position, so I keep the smart comments to myself. My only response is another whimper as he slowly pushes the tip of his lower appendage into my pussy.

Oh God. The fullness.

The fullness, the fullness, the fullness .

I gasp as I stretch around his thick member, and I clutch the bottom sheet harder, still uncertain that he’ll fit.

“Breathe, pretty human.” He strokes a hand down my back. “Breathe.”

I inhale shakily as he pushes deeper. It doesn’t hurt, not yet, but it’s not exactly comfortable. My trepidation increases alongside the pressure in my core. He gives another slow thrust, and suddenly his scrotum is pressed to my clit. It’s vibrating , and the sensation is everything.

Gasps leave me as he remains submerged in my depths while he keeps his vibrating scrotum snug against my nubbin. The climax that descends causes me to cry out. It’s a quick, surprise orgasm that steals my breath and makes my head spin with dizziness. Dark spots mar my vision as I blink. I try to undulate my hips in tune with the pulsating waves, but it’s difficult to move in my current position with my feet dangling above the floor, so all I can do is remain in place while Kameer keeps his vibrating scrotum pressed firmly to my center.

Thankfully, he doesn’t withdraw until the last wave of my climax dissipates. He grasps my hips and pulls his lower appendage out only to drive back in a moment later. It’s a hard thrust, and he continues repeating this motion while driving deeper with each plunge, until he goes too deep and splits me in half. Or at least that’s what it feels like.

I cry out from the abrupt pain, a sting that momentarily overshadows all the pleasure. Panic grips me and I’m desperate to escape. I claw at the mattress, and when that doesn’t work, I reach around to push Kameer away.

He doesn’t budge. In fact, he remains submerged in my tightness, no longer plunging in and out. Words of comfort wash over me, spoken in what I assume is the Darrvason tongue. I don’t know what he’s saying, but it’s clear he’s trying to calm me. Eventually, he switches to Galactic Common.

“Shh, pretty female. The pain won’t last much longer, and the pleasure will soon return. I promise.” He strokes my hair and caresses a hand down my back. It’s soothing, the way he’s petting me.

True to his word, the sting gradually fades, and the delicious vibrations from his scrotum help reawaken my desires. Once again, I’m aching with need and desperate for him to resume his thrusts.

“The pain will not occur during subsequent mating sessions, Mandy. Only the first time.” He continues stroking my hair and my back, and I sigh with contentment as I soak up the comfort he’s offering. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I-I am okay.” It’s the truth. The pain has now completely faded, replaced with a deeper pleasure because he’s fully submerged inside me. Well, I think he’s fully submerged. Surely he can’t go any deeper.

“Good.” He carefully brushes my hair from my face. “Are you ready for me to continue?”

Yes. Oh, God, yes . I hesitate to answer, however, because I’m still of a mind to keep distance between us. An emotional distance that will hopefully prevent the heartbond from forming.

“Mandy?”

“Yes, I’m ready.” I attempt to sound bored, but there’s no hiding the frantic need in my voice, and I flush in the aftermath of my failure to remain stoic at the very least.

How will I resist Kameer when I crave him so fervently?

Perhaps the novelty of sexual congress will fade once he finishes claiming me this first time. I can only hope. Because if I experience this aching need every day of our mating union, I fear I won’t be able to stop the formation of the heartbond.

A pleased growl rumbles from Kameer’s throat, and he resumes the thrusts into my pussy. But the gentleness he displayed before is gone. He clutches my hips and drives faster and deeper, and his vibrating scrotum impacts my clit with each quick plunge.

He’s being rough.

He’s pounding me.

Pleasure cascades through me, a blissful delirium as quaking heat radiates outward from my center. It’s all I can do to keep breathing. Especially when a third climax steals through me, during which my pussy clenches down on his thrusting cock.

He roars like a beast and pummels me faster. Harder.

I have no choice but to remain in place and take each violent thrust, until his movements become jerky. The sound of flesh slapping flesh fills the room.

Warmth surges inside me as his shaft swells larger and pulsates, and it takes me a few seconds to realize he’s climaxing. He’s spilling his seed in my depths.

My upper arms tingle and itch, and my stomach flips. No. Please not a heartbond. Terror fills me as I recall all the instances my arms have tingled and itched in his presence, even before he bought me and had me delivered to his quarters.

I push up just far enough to peer at my upper arms, and relief swirls through me when I don’t glimpse a single ancestral marking on my skin. I’m safe. I’m still safe. Maybe.

With careful movements, Kameer withdraws his lower shaft from my center, and I immediately feel liquid trickling down my inner thighs. His seed is spilling out of me. I flush at the realization.

“My pretty human.” He runs a hand through my hair, petting me as he catches his breath. He remains standing behind me, so very close, and my heart races as I consider what’s coming next.

He’s in possession of two appendages, and thus far he’s only claimed me with the lower one.

A glance over my shoulder shows his upper shaft is hard as ever. He straightens and grasps his unspent length. He meets my eyes.

“Time for another pounding, Mandy. Remember to be obedient and take every thrust. Show me what a good female you can be.”

He positions his hard upper shaft at my core, then takes a firm hold of my hips and drives his hugeness into my depths.