Page 62 of Her Alien Guardian

“Hush now,” Thornton admonished gently. “Take what I give you, girl. Earn your cunny’s pleasure.”

Elara’s quiet sobs turned to gasps of frustrated ecstasy. “Thank you, sir,” she whimpered. “Thank you… please… please turn it… please, sir…”

I turned my attention back to Tessara, my hand still resting on her blazing bottom. Slowly, I let my fingers trail lower, brushing against her inner thighs. She shivered at my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

“Tessara,” I murmured, leaning close to her ear. “You are the first woman I’ve ever connected with this way. It’s… extraordinary. This is how Sala and Alpha connect—this deep, intimate bond of consciousness.”

My fingers found her wet heat, and I began to stroke her gently. Tessara’s hips bucked against my hand, a strangled cry torn from her throat. Her governor chimed.

“Oh, Gamma,” she gasped. “I… I can feel you. In my mind. It’s… it’s…”

“I know, sweet one,” I soothed, continuing my ministrations. “Let yourself feel it. Let yourself feel me. Let the governor teach you what you need.”

“Miss Tessara,” Dr. Porter said, his clipped, didactic voice cutting through the haze of lewd noises, “I imagine you find this part of our little discipline session surprising, in light of what you’ve learned about Prosperian culture.”

“Yes, sir,” my sweet girl gasped, her hips thrusting as she tried to ride my probing fingers more fully.

Around us, the room was filled with the sounds of pleasure and pain intermingled. Lydia’s and Elara’s moans grew louder, more desperate, as their guardians worked them on the edge of what their governors would allow. The wet sounds of fingers sliding through slick folds echoed in the charged atmosphere.

“We consider it of crucial importance,” Dr. Porter continued, “that despite the preciousness of a bride’s innocence and virginity, she nevertheless understands the pleasure that obedience will bring. Therefore a girl’s guardian has the right and duty to ensure she receives discipline not only from his cane but from his knowing hand.”

I focused on Tessara herself, on the exquisite sensations flowing between us. I could feel her pleasure building, could sense the mélange of shame and arousal swirling through her mind. With each stroke of my fingers, I sent waves of approval and desire along our mental connection.

“That’s it,” I encouraged softly. “You’re doing so well, Tessara. Such a good girl for me. Should I let you feel more?”

Tessara

“Please… oh… please…” I gasped, unable to think of anything but that single word, and how I could sense not only my own curbed arousal at Gamma’s enormous fingers’ mastery of my cunny, but my guardian’s pleasure to hear me beg him for more.

His deep voice rumbled in my ear, sending a new shudder through my limbs. “Tessara, sweet one, what we’re experiencingis extraordinary. Do you know it took Alpha and Sala years to develop this level of mental connection?”

My eyes widened in wonder, a thrill of happiness coursing through me despite the lingering pain in my bottom and the mind-stealing distraction of his hand between my thighs. To think that Gamma and I had achieved in mere days what had taken his fellow Collective member years! The revelation made me feel special, cherished in a way I had never experienced before.

Around us, the room was filled with a symphony of desperate pleas and muffled moans. I heard Lydia’s voice rise in a keening whine. “Oh, Mr. Thornton, I’m so sorry! Please forgive me. I’ll be good, I promise. Please… please have mercy! Turn… turn… me up, please…”

Elara’s softer tones followed, her words punctuated by little gasps and sobs. “Mr. Blackwood, sir, I’m truly repentant. I know I disappointed you. Please… oh! Please forgive me. I’ll try so hard to be a proper lady.”

Their words, their desperate need for forgiveness and approval, resonated deep within me. I felt an overwhelming urge to join them, to beg Gamma for his forgiveness and mercy. The need between my thighs had become an exquisite torment, my governor’s work continuous as it curbed the desperate arousal Gamma’s skilled fingers were stoking.

“Gamma,” I whimpered, my voice thick with unshed tears and shameful need. “I’m so sorry. So sorry for touching myself without permission, for talking about lewd things with the other girls. Please forgive me. Please… oh!”

My words dissolved into a gasp as Gamma’s fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. I could feel his approval radiating through our mental connection, spurring me on.

“I’ll be good for you, I promise,” I continued, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush. “I’ll learn to control myself. I’ll be the perfect Prosperian lady. Just please… please…”

I couldn’t finish the thought. All I could focus on was the burning need between my thighs, the way Gamma’s fingers played me like a finely tuned instrument. I longed for release, for the sweet oblivion of climax, even as I knew it was impossible unless my guardian turned up my governor.

“Please what, sweet girl?” Gamma’s voice was low, teasing. “Tell me what you need.”

“I… I need…” I stammered, my cheeks burning with shame even as my hips rocked against his hand. “I need to come. Please, Gamma. Please let me come. I can’t… I can’t bear it!”

My desperate plea hung in the air, joining the chorus of arousal and repentance that filled the room. I held my breath, waiting for Gamma’s response, unable to think of anything but the exquisite torment between my thighs.

Gamma’s hand stilled between my thighs, and I let out a whimper of frustration. Then I felt his other arm wrap around my waist, gently turning me away from the wall.

“Come, sweet one,” he murmured. “Let’s get more comfortable.”

As Gamma guided me across the room, I became acutely aware of the movements around us. To my right, I saw Mr. Thornton leading Lydia toward one of the large armchairs. Her steps were unsteady, her bottom clenching and unclenching with eachmovement, causing the angry red welts to shift and stretch. The sight made me wince in sympathy, my own punished flesh throbbing in response.

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