Chapter 29

MANDY

When I awake, I hear Kameer on a video comm call, so I get in the shower to cleanse myself of the layers of his seed that dried on my body overnight. I flush as I work up a lather of soap under the hot water, a bit weirded out that I actually fell asleep in such a state.

Through the bond, I sense Kameer is still on the call, so I take my time as I scrub myself from head to toe. Thankfully, the soap in the shower seems to be multipurpose, and it works for my hair just as well as it does for my body.

At last, I rinse off and step out of the shower. As I dry off, I lean into the heartbond, and I feel a soft caress in my mind, as though Kameer is touching me. He’s still on the video comm call, but he’s aware that I’m thinking about him.

After brushing my teeth, I exit the bathroom and head for the closet. We’d tossed our bags inside last night, but neither of us unpacked yet. I grab a dress from my bag and put it on, then decide to busy myself with unpacking both our bags while Kameer continues his call. Through the bond, I sense he’s speaking with one of his crew members from the Jansonna . I could listen word-for-word, but I don’t. It doesn’t feel right. I want us to be able to have some private thoughts and interactions.

I wonder if the heartbond works this way for all Darrvason-human couples. The way Kameer described it, sometimes there are small differences, and not all mated pairs can communicate telepathically.

As I rummage through Kameer’s bag, withdrawing items to stow on the closet shelves, I come across the strap .

My heart skips a beat and heat quakes between my thighs. As I hold the implement and feel its weight, my breath catches, and I can’t help but imagine Kameer wielding it against my bottom as he punishes me for some unknown transgression. In my head, I hear the whooshing noise followed by a smack, and a quiver races across my backside.

How badly would it hurt?

For a split second, I consider hiding the strap, as well as the container of phalluses, the latter of which I spy in his bag atop a stack of folded shirts. Could I do it? Could I hide both things and then shield my mind from him so he doesn’t discover my deeds?

He plans to continue my anal training, and he wants to claim me with his dual shafts in tandem very soon. The butt plugs, of course, would facilitate that.

During our lengthy mating session last night, I caught several glimpses of his carnal plans for me, plans that will undoubtedly push my limits. I shiver, though I can’t deny the heated pulses building in my core. How can I fear it yet also crave it?

If I hide the plugs, would he assume they were misplaced or perhaps left behind on the Jansonna ? Maybe. We left in a rush.

Would he immediately replicate another set of plugs?

Not only would I immediately replicate another set of plugs, pretty human, but I would spread your cheeks wide and apply the strap to your bottom hole a few times.

I gasp at the sound of his deep voice reverberating in my head, and a second later, a huge shadow falls over me. I drop the strap and the container of plugs and stand up. When I notice the dark, predatory look in Kameer’s eyes, I take a few steps back.

But there’s nowhere to go. He’s standing in the closet doorway, tall and muscular and radiating authority, and I’m trapped inside.

My stomach flips.

“You can’t be mad,” I say in a trembling voice. “I didn’t hide the plugs. You can’t be mad at me just for thinking about it. I-I can’t control my thoughts, just as I assume you can’t control yours. No one can.”

“ Would you have hidden them?” He steps closer and eyes the items in question. “If I hadn’t caught you just now, would you have perhaps misplaced the plugs, or the strap?”

I draw in quick breath. I don’t think I would have , I send down the bond. It’s the truth. My thoughts were fleeting, and I don’t believe I would’ve had the courage to go through with hiding the items. Not when the consequences would be harsh.

Would he truly apply the strap to my bottom hole? A shiver rushes through me, and I try to take another step back, but I’ve already reached the wall.

Kameer sends a surge of dominance through the bond that causes me to whimper and lower my head. The familiar waves of surrender rise inside me, the urge to obey and please him. The urge to comply with his demands even when I’m nervous.

Come here, Mandy . His command echoes in my head, and I cannot ignore it. From deep within, I experience the compulsion to obey, and I step forward.

Nerves quake through me. I can’t seem to stop trembling, but I’m not trembling from fear. I’m trembling with need. My center is pulsing with heat and I’m breathless for his touch.

I said, come here.

I take a few more steps, finally closing the distance between us. My neck aches as I peer up at him.

He proceeds to caress his hands through my hair, his touch slow and sensual but also intimidating. Because he’s trying to decide what to do with me, how to treat my illicit thoughts even though I didn’t act upon them. I shudder at some of the options that flash in his mind.

He meets my eyes. I think you’re due for another session of anal training, my sweet mate. You took the smallest plug so well that I think it’s time for the next size up. Hand me the box of phalluses as well as the strap.

A whimper catches in my throat. I understand why he wants the plugs, but why the strap? Why am I having difficulty reading all his thoughts? Is he shielding his true plans from me?

I retrieve the box of plugs and the strap from the floor, then rise to my feet and surrender the items. The items I considered hiding but didn’t. I swallow hard as he guides me out of the closet and toward the bed.

To my shock, I notice the bed is made with fresh covers, and there’s no sign of our dirty clothes on the floor. I’m about to ask how he cleaned up so quickly after his video comm call when I notice a small Darrvason male walking out of the bedroom.

I gasp. “Who’s that?” Alarm fills me. Why didn’t he tell me we had company?

“Relax, Mandy.” He sends me a wave of comfort. “That is the servant android. I briefly activated him so he could clean the bedroom. Most Darravson quarters in the fleet contain servant androids to prepare meals, clean, wash clothes, and perform other tasks.”

“Oh. Well, that’s good to know.” My face grows hot as he leads me closer to the bed. He’s going to insert a plug in my bottom hole, and maybe use the strap on me too.

He places the strap and the plugs on the bed. I peer at the second phallus in the lineup and my knees go weak. It’s a good deal larger than the first plug, and I’m not certain it’ll fit.

Kameer moves behind me, brushes my hair over my shoulder, then kisses the back of my exposed neck. His nearness prompts more quaking warmth between my thighs, and I quiver in place as he continues trailing kisses along my neck.

I’m not angry with you for your thoughts, pretty human , he tells me, and I sense his honesty. This isn’t a punishment. Consider it part of your training.

I whimper. My training . My training to be a proper, obedient wife. Heated anticipation flows through me and merges with my nervousness over accepting the larger plug.

He guides me to bend over the bed, then he lifts my dress and tugs my panties down, exposing my bottom. He spends a few minutes caressing my ass as steady purring growls rumble from his chest. The noise vibrates through me, heightening my anticipation.

Finally, he reaches for the second-to-smallest (but still way too large) plug, as well as the lubrication. I tremble as he massages the lube into my pucker. Oh, God. This is happening.

I glance at the strap, ever curious about why he placed it within easy reach. Somehow, he’s shielded some of his plans from my mind. I’m not sure whether I prefer knowing ahead of time or being surprised. In any case, the heated quakes between my thighs become more intense, and it’s a struggle to catch my breath. Eager. I’m eager to discover the full perversity of his plans for me, even if it hurts, and I’m starting to think it really might.

When I hear his dark chuckle in my head, I know he’s listening in. I close my eyes and visualize myself sticking my tongue out at him, and though I still can’t sense his exact plans for me, I’m able to catch his sudden shock.

Naughty human. You’ll pay for that. He presses the plug to my lubricated pucker and starts pushing.

Oh! I gasp at the invasion, struggling to accept the size. My heart races and I break into a sweat. Nerves flitter through me. Oh, God. I’m not sure I can take it.

Yes, you can take it, pretty human. Breathe. He sends me a wave of comfort as he finally breaches my back hole and inserts the tip of the plug.

I gasp at the fullness, but thankfully, it doesn’t hurt as I feared it would. I remind myself that although Kameer may push my limits, he would never truly hurt me. I’ve peeked into his mind. I’ve heard his thoughts on the matter while also discovering the shocking amount of tenderness he harbors for me. A sense of safety permeates me as he pushes the plug even deeper.

Good little female. Almost there. He gives another push, and then he steps back and sends me a visual image of his viewpoint. I’m bent over the bed, my thighs spread wide, my panties tangled at my feet, with a plug fully seated in my bottom. My inner thighs glimmer under a sheen of my arousal, wetness that’s escaped my core. I flush at the detailed image as my bottom involuntarily clenches on the plug.

Now, my sweet mate, I intend to satisfy your curiosity .

I blink fast, back in my own head, and I watch with bated breath as he reaches for the strap. A shiver cascades down my spine, and I shift in place, unable to take my eyes off the scary implement. He steps back, taking the strap out of my line of vision, and I tense, expecting him to bring it down across my ass. Instead, he resumes rubbing my bottom cheeks while occasionally tapping the base of the plug. But I know he’s still holding the strap. The threat is there. He could wield it at any moment.

You said this wasn’t a punishment , I remind him.

And it’s not , he sends down the tether in a reassuring tone. Consider it part of your training. Trust me, pretty human, if ever the time comes when I must give you a proper whipping, you will know the difference.

Shudders afflict me and I whimper as the heat gathering in my core pulses faster, my clit throbbing so hard I’m almost tempted to reach down and stroke myself. But I don’t. I sense he wouldn’t approve, and I’m not about to test him while he’s holding a strap.

Smart little human.

I almost tell him to get out of my head, though I stop myself in time. But he knows I almost sent him the thought, and his smirk reaches me through the bond.

Naughty, naughty female. His voice reverberates in my head.

He forces my legs wider apart and trails the strap across my bottom cheeks in a teasing caress.

Goosebumps rise all over my body and I become increasingly flushed. It’s as though the mating fever is returning.

My pussy aches and my clit throbs to the point of madness, but he seems content to keep teasing me. Whimpers drift from my throat and my legs tremble. I gasp and shudder when he trails the strap between my thighs, letting it glide along my nether lips.

Just when I think I can’t take any more teasing, he steps back, taking the strap with him. I hold my breath, anticipating a whoosh followed by a searing crack across my cheeks.

Five lashes. His voice booms in my head. You’ll receive five lashes to slake your curious little mind.

I whimper.

However , he adds in a warning tone, if you move out of position, the count starts over again at one.

I swallow hard and clutch the covers, praying I’ll manage to take all five lashes without moving out of position. My pulse hammers faster and heat thrums in my core. More wetness trickles down my inner thighs, and I flush anew because I know he can see it and smell it.

Whoosh! Crack! I gasp at the sting as he applies the first lash to my bottom cheeks, and my back hole clenches down hard on the plug.

It hurts. It really hurts. But if I’m being honest, it’s not as severe as I was expecting. He’s holding back. He’s not whipping me as harshly as he would if this were a true punishment.

I told you this wasn’t a punishment, pretty human. Now be a good little female and hold still. You have four more lashes.

He brings the strap down two more times in quick succession. I gasp at the sting but manage to hold position. Relief suffuses me. Only two left. I can do it. I tighten my hold on the covers and brace my feet on the floor.

He touches my bottom and runs his fingers along the three lines left by the strap. I shiver at his touch, dreading the final two lashes yet also anticipating them. Because once my whipping is over, I know there will be pleasure. I sense his arousal through the bond, I know how agonizingly hard his dual appendages have become.

Surely he will claim me after administering the final two lashes. He’ll claim me while the plug remains seated in my bottom.

His hand delves between my thighs and he strokes my wetness, dragging moisture overtop my pulsating clit, though not pressing down hard enough to help me climax. Again, he’s teasing me. The terrible beast.

His chuckle resounds in my head, a dark and somewhat ominous sound. What’s all this, pretty human? He taps at my clit. Are you becoming drenched from your whipping?

Please, Kameer . Please . I’m not certain what I’m begging for, but I can’t take any more teasing. I pray he shows me mercy soon.

He abandons my nether area and grasps the base of the plug. I rise on my toes as he slowly twists the plug inside me. He also withdraws it slightly and pushes it straight back in. Oh, dear God. My pussy spasms.

He continues my torment, increasing the pace of his drives into my bottom with the plug, until he’s pumping into me with the same force he usually uses when he pumps his appendages into my center. My heart skips a beat.

He’s fucking my back hole with the plug.

Pressure builds in my core, and tears burn in my eyes because I’m so desperate for a release I fear I might scream. Yet Kameer keeps driving the plug into my tight, private hole, the thrusts relentless and so very deep.

A small eternity later, he pushes the plug to its former position, fully seated in my bottom, then steps back. Before I can take my next breath, he brings the strap down across my cheeks. Hard . The crack echoes in the room, and I cry out at the searing sting.

He delves his hand between my thighs again and commences another torture session on my poor clit, drawing my moisture around it but not pressing down hard enough to permit a release.

Tears finally escape my eyes, and I shiver with need, trembling so hard I fear my legs might actually give out this time.

Poor little human.

He retracts his hand from my center only to bring his flattened palms down on my clit, smacking my distended button, though not very hard. He does it again and again, until the sound of wet slaps fills the room. A sob breaks from my throat. I’m desperate. So fucking desperate I can’t stand it.

Please, Kameer. Please have mercy. Please please please.

Ah, pretty human. You know how much I like it when you beg.

He brings the strap down across my bottom one last time, the hardest lash yet, then tosses the implement aside. I hear the quick shedding of clothing, and when I glance over my shoulder, he’s fisting his huge lower appendage as he prepares to impale me.

He grasps my hips, plunges inside my aching center, then remains submerged deep with his vibrating scrotum pressed to my clit.

Oh, God. Oh yes.

I fall into the abyss of a long, quaking release. Kameer maintains the position for a while, allowing me to come three times in a row.

Do you feel it, pretty human? His deep voice penetrates my mind. Do you feel my mercy?