Page 12 of Captured
Chapter Seven
Rakir
I can smell her female essence, heady and intoxicating. She’s so wet for me, her juices drip on the inside of her thighs. My cock pulses with the need to claim her, to bend her over and fuck her deep and long, until she accepts my utter and total dominion over her.
But she still hasn’t learned her lesson. A lesson that I intend to teach her until her skin is red and her voice hoarse from pleasure.
She is my prisoner. She is under my protection and command.
The spanking I inflicted upon her was merely a game, something to allow me to vent the feelings that were coiling under the surface of the cold veil, untamed despite my best efforts. The lesson I will teach her is much deeper. I can master her flesh easily, but it’s her mind I want to tame. That rebellious streak I can see in her face even now that her cheeks are flushed and her eyes dark with lust.
That streak I need to master as much as I find it alluring.
In one single motion, I rip the flimsy fabric of the sheet away, exposing her nude body to the elements and to my view. She whimpers, her flesh tight and covered in tiny bumps. She’d better get used to the feeling of nudity. Clothing is a privilege she will have to earn with obedience.
She tries to move, but I hold her firmly against the stone. Her ass and her breasts move pleasantly as she struggles, but she’s no match for my strength. I take my time, looking down her exposed body.
She’s so female. Her beautiful brown skin is flawless. The arch of her back is elegant, down to the slim waist and around the wide curve of her hips. Her legs stretch down, shapely and wonderful. I’m momentarily frustrated not to have a better view of her sex, but I don’t dwell on it. She’s mine and I will take all the time I want to explore her body.
My mouth waters at the thought of biting and licking that skin. Inch by inch, covering the entire surface.
All in time. For now, the punishment has just begun.
My hand on her nape slides up to grab a fistful of her thick, curly, dark brown hair. I turn her around, her back pressing against the stone. Her breasts are round and heavy, the nipples a darker, richer color against the paler flesh, erect and hard.
My free hand close around her left breast, kneading the supple flesh. The female whimpers as my thumb and index close around her nipple and I roll the tiny, hard nub between my digits. The female whimpers again, but this time, the sound is different. More aroused, less fearful. Exactly where I want her.
I keep going, touching and teasing one breast, then the other, until her whimpers turn to moans. Her hips move, lifting closer to me instinctively, opening her thighs. Her scent becomes stronger, the fragrance of her slick slithering into my mind, chipping away at my control. I know that I won’t be able to hold on for long, but I need to teach her a lesson.
“Knees.” The alien word sticks to my tongue, but I know she understands. I’ve learned just enough of her Universal to be able to communicate with her.
Defiance flashes in her eyes and her full, round lips pinch in a fine line. I purse my lips, exposing my fangs in a threat that needs no translation. Fear flashes in her eyes, but she doesn’t obey, giving me no choice. I fling her around again and cover her already bright red cheeks with a series of sharp, stinging swats. A savage satisfaction rises in me at the sight of her round ass, moving so beautifully when I punish it. She cries out in pain as I keep going, the blows purposefully harder than the first time around.
She needs to understand who is in charge and that there is no place for defiance between us. I am her master and she will learn to obey.
The second time around, she doesn’t protest when I push her down to her knees. As she does, she looks up at me with eyes brimming with challenge. Her juices coat her thighs, fragrant and betraying her growing arousal. She wants this even though she won’t admit it, not even to herself.
It will be my pleasure to make her, push her to a limit she never thought possible.
My cock strains against the restraint of my exoskeleton as her gaze goes down and settles on the bulge at my crotch. Her mouth parts open and she swipes her tongue on her bottom lip, the pink, wet flesh sending a gush of lust down my spine. Yes, she will take me there. She will take me wherever I want her to.
But first, she needs to learn that pain follows defiance. Not too much, though. She’s not a Drakian mate, she would not understand.
“Down.” I instruct her. Her dark eyes flash for just a second, but she obeys, bracing her open palms down. Her back arches elegantly as she stays there, waiting for me to do what I want to her. I don’t make her wait long.
I kneel beside her, and watch the shiver run up her spine as my hands close on the supple flesh of her cheeks.
“Silence.” I order again. She bends her head, but doesn’t utter a sound.
I nod with satisfaction. She is a good learner.
I massage her reddened flesh, smoothing the burn I know has spread on her skin. I move behind her and she trembles so deliciously under my palms. She doesn’t protest, doesn’t speak, but wetness drips steadily between the folds of her sex, betraying what her voice refuses to say.
I come to kneel at her back. I have longed and I won’t be denied this now.
I slide my fingertip from the small of her back to the slit between her ass cheeks. When I’m at her tiny, puckered hole, I circle it slowly. It tightens and closes as I tease it. I can feel her tensing, wanting to refuse me this invasion and it makes me smile.
I will take her there, often and hard, show her the pleasure that comes with surrender.
