So he hadn’t been taking the doctor’s side earlier. Had I just remained quiet earlier, Tark would have dismissed the man and I would have been in this exact spot—without the sore bottom.
Tark’s dark gaze drifted up from my thrusting breasts to my face. “I am going to touch you now, and you must tell me if you have any pain or discomfort from your transfer.”
His hands stroked down my bare arms to my breasts, across the curves of my ribcage to my hips. Goosebumps broke out across my skin. He was learning my body like I was a fascinating specimen, something he had never seen before, and not necessarily in a sexual way. But his gentle touch calmed my fear, and without fear to hide behind, I could not stop myself from focusing on other things.
The heat of his hands. The racing of my heart. His touch was like fire on my flesh and he was very thorough. Despite the mental argument against allowing a stranger to touch me so intimately, and despite all the stress of the last few weeks, my body knew what to do and what it wanted. It responded with a desire so swift it shocked me. His hand moved up my legs and slipped between my thighs.
I gasped at the light contact, my body arched off the table as if he’d applied an electrical shock. I squeezed my knees together, pinning his hand in place. He released his hold on my wrists and traced the soft curve of my abdomen until he found the chain and gave a soft tug. I cried out and closed my eyes. The sight of him over me, so dominant, so intense, made me consider things I would never, ever think to do. Like allow a complete stranger to play with my pussy. No, not allow, want. I wanted my mate to touch me.
What the hell was wrong with me? Had the transfer made me lose my mind? Had it made me horny? Was there some kind of sexual neuroprocessor stimulant that upped my libido? But then again, it could just be the testosterone oozing from his pores.
“Open your legs, gara. Now. Do not be afraid.”
“I’m not… I don’t…” I wasn’t afraid that he’d harm me. Quite the opposite. I was afraid of myself, afraid that I’d give him anything he wanted. I didn’t know him at all, but his gentle hands and firm commands threatened to break down all of my barriers, break all of my rules about men. And I’d just met him.
I felt him move closer, and his mouth closed over my nipple; the swirl of his tongue pulling on the small ring made me moan with pleasure. “Open for me, mate. Let me see what is mine.”
His touch. His kiss. His heat.
My mate. Mine. He belonged to me as much as I belonged to him. At least for now.
I let my knees fall wide and opened my eyes as he moved away from my breast and closer to my core.
Coming up on my elbows, I looked down my body and my eyes widened once again. “I have no hair.” I’d thought it had felt different… down there, but I’d been too distracted by the nipple rings and chain and the spanking to notice my pussy had been made bare.
“It is sensitive for you, yes?” He asked the question, then bent low to blow a soft breath of air over my pussy lips. He may not have touched a woman from Earth before, but he certainly knew what he was doing. He blew on me again and I shuddered. He was staring now, his face so close that he could surely pick up my own scent and I wondered…
“Am I… shaped like the women on your planet?”
“Mmm.”
I thought he would ignore my question, but apparently, he had decided to investigate. Tark lifted something from the side of the table, and moments later a cold, hard object was slowly inserted into my core. I pushed with legs and arms in a scramble to get away.
“Stop. What are you doing to me?”
“Don’t move.”
I shook my head, startled and surprised at the object. He grabbed my wrists once again and easily secured them into cuffs at the top of the table. Angling my head back, I looked up at my constraints. Tugging at them, it was no use. There was no give. It was like in the dream at the processing center, bound and a man touching me. I could feel my pussy getting wet at the memory. I struggled against them and that only made me wetter, my arousal slipping out around the dildo that filled me. I was bound with a man looming over me, the sheer size of him capable of doing me harm, but all he wanted to do was give me pleasure—strange, unknown, and scary pleasure. My bottom was sore from his earlier spanking and I could do nothing but submit.
Tark’s large palm settled across my abdomen as a strange whirring sensation started in my core, followed by a heat that spread from my pussy to my ass, deep inside my womb, up through my outer pussy lips and higher, to my clit, striking there like a small electric shock. This was like no vibrator I’d ever seen—or felt—before.