Page 56 of The Commander

His unabashed desire was Cara’s undoing, the final switch on her libido, robbing her of her will. Yes. It looked like she would give up the goods for his touch.

Her pussy sang songs of liberation as his craving for her flooded her senses, a drug she inhaled with every breath, turning her on as if he thumbed her clit like a switch. It was wrongand awful and terrible. She was a bad person for this, but Cara couldn’t make herself care.

Licking at her skin from collarbone to ribcage, he smothered his face against her as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Big hands scooped her up, made her small, supported her weight, and lessened a burning stretch in her wrists. He removed her discomfort, and her good sense evacuated as well with it.

Kisses landed everywhere except where she might want them. Cruelly, he avoided her mouth, her neck, her nipples, and lower. Instead, he covered areas in between, laving her with the hot brand of his tongue.

Once he was done with the front, he spun her and went to the back. One palm went between her legs, cradling the wet split. His lips rubbed against her shoulders, his tongue tracing patterns on her skin, marking her up with alien vows and promises that sank into her cells.

Slowly, he descended, trailing kisses down her spine, lingering at the hollow of her lower back. That untouched, unexplored place was so sensitive there, it made her hips jerk and her nipples tingle anew. He lavished attention on every inch of her, stirring a profound, aching desire. She felt alive, cherished. Each caress carved her into a beautiful, feminine creature. Female to his male. It felt heartbreakingly good. Beautiful.

“You are delicate, but strong. How have you survived this world? Where did you come from? Have you always been alone?” he asked.

It felt as if she’d been alone for a long time. Not growing up in an alien town, other humans had eyed her with suspicion when she left the safety her dad had made for her.

Only Brenda approached her. “I have to get to my friend. She needs me. Please let me go.”

“Do you really want me to let you go?” His face was above her butt, that hand still between her legs. He curled a finger up, just enough to tease. Moved it.

She gasped. That was very nice. Just not nearly enough. She bit her lips to keep from asking for more. Deeper. Harder.Give it to me.

“I will have to be careful with you. Must not break my mate.” That should scare her, remind her of their differences, of his ability to tear her to pieces. But instead, it warmed her heart. He meant it. She knew that she knewthat she knew.

“Why do you want to go back to Mister Danov so much?” he asked with a casual nip of her butt cheek.

“No. Not the pig. Brenda. Needs me. She’s pregnant.” It was hard to answer in the haze of lovely pink pleasure.

“With child?” His face went between her butt cheeks after he asked the question.

Cara wanted to squirm away, but the way he held her, with just his hand as her perch, she could only kick her legs. “No, no, no.” He smacked her thigh.

It was a shocking, sharp slap. She yelped, startled. “Don’t!”

“Mate. There are consequences for denying me what I want. All of you is tasty to me. Good to the last drop. You can fight, resist, run, and I will happily play with you. But I have caught you. Fair and square.”

“Fair and square?”

“That’s right. That’s what they say, yes?”

“You watch too much ancient media.”

He didn’t answer that, too busy lifting her higher and following the crease in her behind from the back. Hot and smooth, his face and mouth went well beyond her comfort zone. She had to resist. It was so sensitive there.

He gave her ten more leg slaps. The sting on her skin was intense, building up — remarkably unbearable. “No more, please.”

“Then hold still for Daddy.”

“Oh god, what is wrong with you?” she moaned. Had he really just said that? She didn’t know if she should laugh or cry.

He moved away for a split second, then forward again, his skin hotter, softer. Without seeing it, she knew that he’d revealed his true self, opening his lower chin, which had a distinct smooth, silky texture. Like before, when he’d cut her and put his face against her neck, she felt a shimmering tickle right at the pucker of her ass.

She made noises of protest and pleasure while he hummed as if happy with what he’d found. Were they both freaks? How could this be right? That question ceased to exist when he lifted her high enough that her fingers could touch the branch she was tied to and put his face fully between her legs.

Licking into her, one finger rubbed at her clit, rough, pressing hard enough to hurt. It wasn’t like in the shower; she’d never come like this. But it still activated her like a go button, and she could feel a release of fluid that shouldn’t be possible.

That was what Brenda had meant when she talked about the ham handed cruel pounding men thought would get a girl off. Cara suspected that it wouldn’t work for her either if it had been anyone else.

But Bastian was singular. Every damn thing the alien did to her, her pussy screamed,

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