Assigned a Mate(24)

One woman pointed toward the secondary room.

There, I found Evelyn Day sitting upon a bed brushing her hair. She looked calm and peaceful, completely unsurprised by my appearance.

“You will come when I send for you,” I said.

She looked up at me and I saw fire in her eyes. Shrugging her shoulders, she put the brush down and began braiding the long length into a single plait. She waited to speak until she tied off her braid. “I’m surprised it matters so much to you, for any one of us is as good as another, right?”

She stood and she was lovelier than I remembered. She wore a slip like the others, but the thin material was snug on her body and did not hide any of her curves. Her hard nipples and the rings that adorned them were clearly outlined, the chain a soft curve beneath the fabric. The material was taut over her wide hips and only fell to mid-thigh. And there, dangling between her thighs was the proof of my will. I had deactivated the stimspheres hours ago. Perhaps she needed another reminder of who was in charge, or perhaps those spheres had been what pushed her too far into defiance. Either way, she was more alluring now than when she was naked.

Her body distracted me and I had to remember her question. I frowned. “Any one of us?”

“The women in the harem.”

“I don’t know to what you speak. Do men on Earth share their mates with others?”

“This is a harem, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

Her mouth fell open slightly, then she narrowed her eyes. “There are no harems on Earth, not anymore. They haven’t existed for centuries. This is your harem, isn’t it?”

“This is the harem for all at Outpost Nine,” I replied.

We stood before each other and I was completely unused to this kind of conversation. People usually listened as I spoke, then replied with a very sincere, “Yes, sir.”

I was not used to the sheer quantity of her questions. I doubted I would soon get a ‘sir’ past her lips, let alone a ‘master,’ at least not while she had clothing to cover her soft skin.

She was quick, for I barely saw her pick up the brush and toss it at me. I almost didn’t move out of the way of the hard object. Fark, she had excellent aim!

“You plan to share me with the entire outpost?” She hissed the accusation, her voice filled with venom and pain. The look on her face was one of rage, but behind the fire in her eyes was the pain of betrayal. “I told you I’d rather go to prison on Earth than be a whore.”

After my surprise passed, I rolled my shoulders back and glared down at her quivering form. “And I told you I share you with no one.”

The volume of my own voice had her taking a small retreating step, but she tilted her chin up. She was so defiant, and that fire made my cock hard as a rock. I wanted to taste that fire, use my mouth on her until she whimpered and begged me to fuck her mindless!

“Yet, I am forced to share you with the others?” She crossed her arms over her chest, which pushed the upper swells of her breasts up above the slip.

I gritted my teeth at the sight, for my cock was hard and my hand twitched to spank her ass for her insolence. She caused frustration to tighten my chest and my fists clenched at my sides. Fark! My mate was supposed to be biddable and sweet, not a woman who would hiss at me or question everything I did. But I would not take her or touch her in anger.

“I have no others,” I replied.

“Ha!” She laughed without any humor. Clearly, she did not believe me. Why? Why would she consider my words to be false?

Lifting a hand, she waved about the room. “Then what is this?”

I looked around the space, opulent even for an outpost. “It is where the women are kept for their safety.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the flap between the two rooms shift and I knew we were not alone in our conversation. I sighed. No doubt the other women had overheard our disagreement, and I did not need my personal life to be the subject of their gossip or fodder for those who wished to overthrow me.

Bending forward, I placed my shoulder at Evelyn Day’s waist and tossed her over it, careful of the chain I knew dangled beneath her slip. Clamping a hand at the back of her thighs, I ducked and entered the other room, the women stepping back to let me pass.

“What are you doing? Let me down!” Evelyn Day muttered, her small hands pounding on my back.

As I spanked her ass, I realized her shift had crept up and I tugged it down to cover her. If I was going to carry her across the outpost, I didn’t want everyone to see her pussy and delectable ass.

She had been misled about something relating to the harem and was furious about it. I had to resolve this, for I wanted to sink into her again, to mate with her, feel her beneath me, make sure she knew she was mine. But until this confusion was resolved, I would most assuredly be denied.