“And what is it that I need right now besides off this stupid table?”
He laughed, but didn’t stop stroking me. “You need to come. You are dripping wet.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to do this with Goran watching. You people are perverts,” I vowed, gritting my teeth at the gentle, yet very deliberate touch.
Tark laughed. “Since we have been matched, Evelyn Day, you must be a pervert as well.”
Me? Like this? Want this? He was wrong. “Asshole,” I muttered.
“You will continue to let her speak to you in such a manner?” Goran asked, his voice sounding very surprised. Why didn’t anyone argue with him?
“You can tell by the color of her beautiful ass she has been spanked for her impertinence with Bron. She has been awake and on Trion for not even twenty minutes. I am enjoying her fire and I am also enjoying seeing my handprints on her ass. She is responding now out of fear of the unknown. Even though she is aroused, her mind fights this. She is an honorable woman, not fucking just any man to quell her desires.
“For that, and that alone, I will allow it. Besides, I will revel in the lush feel of her hips, the softness of her skin.” He stroked one hand down my body, grazing the side of my breast before gripping my waist. “My cock is hard for her and I will enjoy fucking my mate immensely. Evelyn Day, gara, you will like it. Fucking is never a punishment, but a reward. It is my job to see to your needs now. You belong to me.”
He stroked his fingers over my inner lips, then circled my clit. He was rewarding me?
I sucked in a breath at the intense pleasure his light touch elicited. “Then… why do you have to bind me? If you’re so confident in your prowess, then let me up.”
His hand came down on my bottom again, then again.
“Perhaps your impertinence is because you like being spanked. Hmm, your arousal does slip from your pussy as I do it. Something to consider.”
“What?” I cried, but stilled. He thought I liked being punished? That I was arguing with him because I wanted him to continue?
“I am a stranger to you, but I am your mate. It is difficult. I understand.” His hand stroked over the hot skin he’d struck. It was odd, the dichotomy of his harsh spanking followed by a gentle caress. He was not a cruel man. I knew this already. “The bindings, your position, they are symbolic of our way of life, of the gift of yourself to me. This first claiming is a ritual that has existed here for hundreds of years. This is the way I must take you, and mark you as mine with my seed. It also ensures that we are compatible; however, I do not need to fuck you to know you were made for me. Your pussy is eager and my need for you is almost painful.”
He bent over me next, his hard length coming into contact with me in a very intimate way. His hard chest blanketed my back and I felt my body yield to his power, his dominance, as he whispered in my ear. “You are bound, so your body knows I am the one in control. You can let go of your fear, Evelyn Day. You are powerless to whatever I command.”
He parted my folds and circled my entrance as he spoke. I cried out. I couldn’t help it. There was something about his touch, as if it were electrically charged, no matter how much I fought him. It made my pussy tingle, my skin heat, my blood thicken. One finger slipped in. I could only imagine how his huge cock would feel stretching me. I wanted to see the tips of his fingers glistening with my arousal where they gripped my hips, the picture we would make with his large body covering me, his hips in place for a very thorough fucking.
And Goran watching it all, watching Tark’s cock disappear inside me. Both men’s gazes on me. There.
“Resist if you wish, but I will make you come.” Tark stood and I bit my lip to stop the sigh of disappointment that rushed up my throat at the loss of contact.
I wanted to continue to fight, to dislike what he was doing, for I had to be some kind of slut to be aroused so brazenly by a stranger. By being watched. Bent over and bound. This ache in my pussy was impossible to rationalize. The soft hum of the vibrator on my clit proved he wanted me to have pleasure. Either Tark was remarkably skilled, or regardless to his words to the contrary, they’d given me some kind of arousal agent so I would be more susceptible to his advances.
As he slid a second finger in to join the first, I didn’t really care. It was not easy to remain still. I wanted to shift my hips, to move into his touch, to take his finger even deeper. I couldn’t move, though, couldn’t do anything except take whatever he gave.
I didn’t know this man, had only been awake for a short time, but I wanted another orgasm. This time by Tark himself, not some weird alien body probe.