It was only for a few months until the trial. Then I’d be home, back to my normal life. Back to my boring, lonely, normal life. Back to men I knew were not matched to me, none that would be so perfectly in tune to my psychological profile. In this moment, I had a hot, virile man ready to take me, ready to give me something that I never even knew I wanted.
I lay there, my ass in the air, stinging and eager for more, and I admitted the one glaring fact—the processing center on Earth had matched me to this man, and all the arguments in the world weren’t going to convince me to deny myself this pleasure. There was only one thing I could say. “Yes.”
“For the official records, Evelyn Day, are you now, or have you ever been married, matched, or mated to another man?”
“No.” His question slowed my thoughts.
“Do you have any biological offspring?”
“What? They already asked me…”
Another hard strike and my ass burned. “You will answer the question.”
“Ta… I mean master!” I cried, trying to shift my hips. “No. I don’t have any children.”
“Good. Regardless of our match, I will not claim a woman who belongs to another, nor will I take her away from her children.” Tark’s hot palm rubbed over my ass, where my soft skin had to be a bright, brilliant pink from his firm hand. “Goran, are you prepared to witness the claiming?”
“Yes. Official recording has been activated.”
I stiffened beneath Tark’s warm palm. Recording? And why was Goran still here? Was there anyone else behind me that I couldn’t see? The idea had me in a panic. They could see all of me and there was nothing I could do. They could see my bottom had been spanked before. It wasn’t Tark who scared me, but I did not want to be shared, to be a prisoner that serviced not only my mate, but others as well.
“Tark, I don’t want anyone else here.”
He spanked me again, making my thighs clench. “Call me master.”
“Master, please,” I whispered. “Punish me if you wish, but I… I will not be a whore. I’d rather go to prison on Earth.”
From my position, I could see the men’s legs, but nothing else. Tark came to my side, knelt down, and brushed my long hair out of my face. “I do not know this word whore, but I understand the meaning. No, gara, you are mine. Only mine. No one, and I mean no one, will fuck you, let alone touch you, but me.”
His touch was remarkably gentle on my skin. “But Goran—”
“He must witness and record us for the bride program’s system monitors. That is all. They use recorded neurological reactions to assess other mates and brides for placement. It is standard protocol.”
I frowned, but he said no more and rose to his feet.
As my mind tried to adapt to this new information, Tark went around behind me and stopped to stand where I could see both men’s legs. I heard the sound of a belt, of pants opening just before his fingers returned to probe my core. The sight of Goran’s boots barely two steps behind him made me furious. This would never have happened to me on Earth. Never.
“Standard protocol to be witnessed? To be bent over and fucked like this!” I cried. I fought against my bonds, but there was no give. I would be spanked again for this outburst, for it definitely was impertinence, but I didn’t care. “Is it standard to have my nipples pierced without my permission? And what if I don’t like the chain? What if I don’t want to be adorned?”
As I thought, he spanked me again. The hot sting of it—he didn’t hold back at all this time—had me crying out.
His voice and my position caused a memory to stir in my head, just out of reach. But when a vibration began from the table directly beneath my clit, I remembered. I’d dreamed of this, of being taken like this. Why? How had I seen this when I was on Earth? What had the processing center done to me? In my dream, I’d liked two men talking about me, touching me, fucking me. But that had been a dream.
Not a dream. Some other woman’s recorded experience.
So, that dream in the processing center hadn’t been a dream at all? I’d been reliving the stimulus and body responses of some anonymous Earth woman’s claiming by her mate?
Was some other warrior going to relive this through Tark’s eyes and decide he really wanted an Earth girl?
Holy shit.
Still, the processing center was one thing. I was awake now and this was not the same at all.
I forgot all about it when I felt his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. “There, gara, that stimulator pressed against your clit should ease your mind. Remember, I will give you exactly what you need.”