Mastered by Her Mates (Interstellar Bride Book 0)(21)

I blinked.

"No, Amanda. You will not look away." Grigg fucked me with his fingers in a slow, sensual glide that wound me higher but would never give me the release I craved.

"I can't-you are too-" Two blunt fingertips touched me deep inside, stroking the entrance to my womb and my legs tensed as I jerked at the sensation. God, he was so fucking deep.

"Too what?" he growled.

I shook my head, unwilling or unable to answer. I wasn't sure which, my mind a scramble as the nipple toy suddenly turned a dark red, sending a small jolt of electric shock through the sensitive tips as it tightened farther, just enough to make me moan, a tickle of electricity.

Grigg sighed and removed one hand from my wet core and the other from my hip. I missed his touch instantly, suddenly feeling cold and empty, too alone. I longed for our physical connection, his touch a balm to my senses. I was free to stand, to get off his lap and walk away from whatever game we were playing. But I didn't. I stayed, right where I was, open and panting, scared to death of how much I wanted to please him. I wanted more. I wanted whatever he would give me.

When had I gone from brilliant, independent spy to needy, clingy woman? And why with him? Rav excited me, and I felt safe with him, desired and pleasured, but something about Grigg made me lose my freaking sanity. With Grigg, I lost myself, and that scared me more than anything ever had, more than being shot at during a high-speed chase, more than death itself.

The match is 99% … perfect for you in every way. Warden Egara's words came back to haunt me. That was the only explanation. The matching protocol must work, just as promised. Which meant Grigg must truly be mine. If that was true, he had to be honorable, loyal, honest. If he weren't, I wouldn't want him, wouldn't be attracted to him. Character mattered to me. Therefore, Grigg wouldn't be the kind of man to take advantage of an entire planet of people as Robert had insinuated. He just wouldn't. Was the CIA wrong? Were we just too new to the Coalition to understand or was I drugged by lust and blinded to the truth?   





 

"You lied to me, Amanda."

"What?" Between my wet pussy, pinched nipples, thundering heart and my panicked mind, I couldn't process what he was talking about.

"You lied to me about the sex toys. About a lot of things, I'm afraid."

Nervous now, I tried to close my legs, but his hands came down on top of my things like clamps. "I don't know what you're talking about."

That sigh, the disappointment I felt coming from him through my collar made my heart actually ache.

"What were you doing with the box?"

"Nothing. Just looking." What could I say? Oh, well, Grigg, I was trying to figure out how to send butt plugs and electronic nipple clamps back to Earth for the CIA? That was beyond ridiculous, as I realized my actions truly were. Was I so desperate to follow orders that I'd send something from the Anal Training Box for them to dissect and analyze? That was stupid. And I wasn't a stupid woman. I rarely lied to myself, but it appeared I'd been doing a lot of that since my arrival here. Lying to myself and to my mates.

I remained silent until, moving so quickly I had no time to protest, I found myself bent over Grigg's knees, my ass in the air and his hand on my back, holding me in place. He was careful with the bar across my chest.

"You lied to me, again."

"No." I shook my head as I stared, wide eyed, at the floor.

His hand landed on my ass with a sharp sting and I gasped. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm spanking you. I told you, mate, that you would be punished for lying to your mates." His hand landed again, on the opposite cheek, and for some bizarre reason, the left was more sensitive than the right. My back arched and I cried out at the pleasure pain as heat built under my skin, spread to my thighs, my stomach, my clit. The nipple clamp tightened farther.

Smack!

Smack!

Grigg grunted, his rough hand kneading my bottom where he'd just spanked me, his voice rough, "Your ass is perfect, Amanda, so round. So lush. It wiggles so nicely when I spank you. I love the way it bounces when I fuck you."

When his next slap landed on my ass, I was even wetter than I'd been before, the sting spreading faster this time, right to my pinched nipples.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

I squirmed as the nipple clamps squeezed and released, pulsing over the sensitive tips, tickling them with electricity with every release, releasing with every sharp snap of Grigg's hand on my ass. The left. Right. Over and over he spanked me until I couldn't take any more, my body out of control and wild.

The hand on my back held me down, and I realized I had nowhere to go, no option but to submit as fire raced through my bloodstream and wet welcome coated my thighs. I cried out, not in upset or pain over the spanking, but with pleasure. Incredible, perfect, painful pleasure. God, this was so messed up, and I didn't care.

I was so fucking hot I was about to orgasm, and I didn't fucking care.

My mind went blissfully, utterly blank.

My body slumped in submission, eager for the next sharp sting of his spanking, of his dominance, eager for the final sensual bite of pain that would make me come.





Chapter Eleven

Amanda



The sharp pleasure of his hand on my ass never came and I whimpered a protest.

Pushing against the floor, I tried to lift myself from Grigg's lap.

"Hold still. I'm not finished with you."

I froze instantly, completely at his mercy, the commanding tone of his voice made my pussy tighten around frustrating emptiness. I wanted his cock. Now.

He reached for the object on the small table, the one I'd ignored earlier, and I realized it was one of the butt plugs from the box.

I dropped my head, unwilling to protest, because the truth was, I wanted it in my ass as he fucked me, and he would fuck me, eventually. The lust coming off him through the collar made me heady. I wanted the sensation of being completely full, stretched, claimed just as I'd enjoyed last night.

He made quick work of spreading my ass cheeks and working the lubricant into my body with one hard, thick finger. I breathed through his attentions. The plug, when it came, was bigger, wider and I knew he'd chosen one of the plugs with a bulbous head, one with a flat end that would hold the plug in place but allow it to move a bit within me as he fucked me with his cock.

The very idea made me whimper and I gripped his lower leg with one hand.

"That's right, mate. You're mine. Your pussy is mine. Your ass is mine."

His words made me squirm, and push back onto the object stretching me open. Grigg worked the plug into me slowly, carefully until my muscles gave way and it slid inside, deep inside, my body closing around it once more until the much thinner end rested against my ass, holding it in place. I groaned at how filled I was. Already I could feel the pressure increase inside my pussy and wondered how I could withstand the thick length of his cock filling me, too.   





 

Would my body ache as he fucked me? And why did the idea of a little more pain mixed with my pleasure make me desperate to find out?

"Fuck me, Grigg. Please." I was so far past the embarrassment of begging.

My mate's answer was to spank my bottom again, the butt plug making the force of his palm transfer to my pussy, too. A cry escaped my lips.

"What were you doing with the box, Amanda?"

Damn it! Back to this? My frustration climbed to the breaking point and I felt tears gather in my eyes. "Nothing, okay? I was being stupid." I meant every word, and Grigg must have felt my truth through his collar, for the spanking stopped and I was lifted, carried to the wall near the far side of the bed.

Grigg set me down on my feet facing the wall and I reached around to rub the soreness from my bare bottom. But Grigg had other ideas, grabbing my wrists, and as I looked over my shoulder at him, his eyes were almost black with intensity. "No. Your pain is mine. Your pleasure is mine."

God, he was an animal, so carnal and primitive and I loved it.

He slowly shook his head. "You do not touch yourself."

Right. I'd forgotten that one. So what was I supposed to do, let my butt burn?

He didn't leave me to wonder. He opened a small compartment in the wall to reveal a stationary set of cuffs attached to metal anchors just above shoulder height. In seconds, my wrists were bound by the alien version of cuffs. He pulled my hips backwards, a hand on my back so I bent at the hips, my arms stretched out above my head, the cuffs holding my wrists to the wall. The toy attached to my nipples hung low, tightened, released and clung, hanging on with the strange suction I'd not felt before.

I was just recovering from that when Grigg opened another storage space beneath the bed and removed a large bar and another set of cuffs, these for my ankles. I didn't fight him as he shoved my feet wide and strapped me in, the spreader bar would prevent me from closing my legs, from denying him anything he wanted.







Grigg



My mate's bare bottom was pink from her punishment, the butt plug firmly in place, increasing her pleasure, readying her body for the claiming, for Rav and me to fill her with both of our cocks. Her ankles cuffed and spread wide for my pleasure. I had bent her over, her ass in the air, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her, her long, elegant arms reaching the wall where another set of cuffs held her in place. Her exotic black hair rested against her paler skin, a frame for her beauty.

Our collars kept me in tune to her every desire, every reaction. I was pushing her, but I would know the second she was afraid, the second I took her beyond what she could handle. But her emotions were a confusing storm of lust and shame, frustration and desire, longing and guilt. No fear. My little human spy was cracking open, losing herself to me, but it wasn't enough. She still fought for control, and me? I wanted everything.