Page 36 of The Commander

Of their own volition, before she could stop herself, she was reaching between her legs, her fingers gliding over her slippery folds and the aroused protrusion of her clit.

She needed more. Oh, she really wanted to come again.

“No, no, my lusty little cat. Not without permission. Your pleasure is mine.” He lifted her hand away.

“But I still ache.” A sound came out of her mouth like a whine, as if she were on the verge of begging him. Again. Wanting the ass despite his insulting cat remarks.Who talked like that?He should shut up and put his cock back where it belonged. Inside her.

“Are you hurting? Then get on your hands and knees so you can receive a decent fucking,” he told her in a low, menacing voice.

It was the least romantic thing he could have said: raw. Insensitive. Crude. Why did her pussy clench like it was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard?

She hated herself a little as she scrambled into position, unable to pretend she didn’t want everything he promised.

Spreading her thighs wide, she wiggled her backside in his face. As if to add to the discomfort of her ruined orgasm, her inner guts complained with several bone squeezing menstrual cramps.

What the hell? Her body wanted him back. Like she’d lost a piece of herself, lost something special. Like he fit there now.

Shit. Nope. That wasn’t right. Not at all. She’d gone crazy. And that crazy sighed in relief as the alien got up on his knees behind her and angled himself against her swollen center.

She bent herself in half, grabbing at his hip to bring him forward. Ignoring her, he rubbed the end of his member back and forth against her again, the head poking at her clit in just the right way, delivering an unbelievably perfect friction.

His voice in her ear ruined it. “What does my Kitten say?”

Before he could torture her again by making her ask for it, Cara decided she’d just demand what she wanted. She reached for his cock, took it in her fist, and angled herself to put it in the right place.

He made a noise—a gruff bark—but didn’t budge.

The flesh under her hand swelled and leaped at her touch. His male sex was darker than the rest of his skin, the blue colors converging to an almost black. Slick with their combined fluids, it was easy for him to pump himself back and forth in her hand. With pink oozing from the broad head, the guy was made up of more colors than a rainbow.

Squeezing him, she saw that he had two holes in the head of his penis, but one was longer than the other, gaping just slightly.

“Ahh, my little pet. That’s good. I like that.” He fucked himself with her hand.

“Put it in me.” He was getting all the pleasure when she needed more. She would die if she didn’t get more.

“What do you say?” He pulled away, his dick wriggling. Her hand slipped right off. He hissed out a breath. “I think I like that. We will do that again. But not now.”

“Please fuck me, Commander Bastian.”

“That’s right.” He smacked the end of his member against her center, directly on the swell of her clit. The sharp electric shock of it forced a humiliating squeal past her lips, but she still opened herself wider to give him greater access. To get more.

Where was the part where she wouldn’t like what he was doing?

“You are going to be amusing, aren’t you, Kitten? And I thought you humans were all the same.” He slapped her again with himself, and she helplessly bore down on it.

Her desire was a game to him, wasn’t it? The mortification caused by that insulting idea hovered out of reach. She didn’t care about anything other than him putting his alien dick back inside her.

He put his hands on her hips, holding her still, lifting her up easily so that her weight didn’t rest on her knees. Without him guiding it, his cock found its way inside her again so that he could begin a push-pull piston movement.

His rhythm was steady from the start. In, out, relief. Hard enough to push more squeaks out of her every time he bottomed out. It hurt, yes. So good. His cock scraped over something wonderful inside of her during that back and forth movement. Her g-spot? She didn’t know; it just felt good.

“What a pretty pet you are. I’m going to get you a collar and chain for that bare neck of yours. A wide collar, I think, one that starts under your chin and goes down to your shoulders. What do you think, Kitten?” He had such a growly voice and spoke with a cadence that belied the measured thrusting of his cock.

Cara couldn’t talk. Wouldn’t talk, afraid she’d accidentally agree to any nutty thing he wanted.

“Such a nice fleshy ass.” He gripped her harder and lifted, going deeper. She was so wet from his attentions that the sound of it was lewd in her ears.

“Mumph,” a puff of air escaped Cara at the increased pressure.

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