Page 25 of Radakk's Mate
Yes, even before my team of physicians visited theJansonnato examine the five human females, I’d known without a doubt that Thalia would possess one slick mating hole between her thighs, rather than two. I’d seen it in my dreams. Night afterfluxxingnight.
She inhales a deep breath and finally unclasps her bra, allowing the undergarment to slide off her arms and fall to the floor. Her breasts are full and glorious, her pink nipples taut. With her hands still shaking, she shoots me a pleading glance as she fingers the waistband of her panties.
I straighten and give her a stern look. She releases a shaky exhale, lowers her head, and removes her underwear.
Her mound is smooth, the outer lips the same pale beige as the rest of her body. Just like in my dreams. If I part those plump folds, will I discover she’s pink and wet within, also like in my dreams?
Frisk her. I must frisk her. I must search her orifices for any signs of contraband. A growl leaves me as I imagine the predicament I’ll be in if I discover she’s hiding a weapon. Given her apparent history as a spy, I’m already distrustful of her. But if I learn she meant to truly harm me? I am uncertain how I will proceed in such a circumstance.
I won’t give her back. I can’t fathom letting her go. Especially when I suspect Captain Warren would see her charged with espionage if she’s no longer under my protection.
I gather her discarded clothing from the floor and set it on a nearby table. As she stands naked and trembling in the center of the room, I inspect each item, running my fingers carefully along every seam, feeling for the smallest of weapons. I retrieve her shoes from the floor and examine those as well.
Relief fills me when I find nothing.
I approach her and tip her chin up, forcing her gaze to mine. “I expect you to submit to this frisking, little spy. You will bend over the bed and spread your thighs wide. You will remain compliant while I search your orifices. Failure to comply will result in a severe punishment. Do you understand?”
Her lips quivering, she nods and whispers, “Yes, I understand.”
Chapter14
THALIA
Thus far,I haven’t been very sweet, obedient, or submissive. I cringe as I recall each instance of misbehavior. Each rebellious thing I said to Emperor Radakk since he took possession of me in theHaxxal’sdocking bay.
I pray I’ll have time to redeem myself before Captain Warren has a chance to check up on me. For the umpteenth time, I remind myself of what’s at stake—the chance to learn what happened to my mother. Maybe even the chance to find her.
I won’t give up hope yet. The hope that one day I’ll escape Emperor Radakk and the Darrvason Empire. Of course, timing is everything. I’ll have to make plans soon. Because I absolutely can’t get pregnant before I stow away on a ship.
As I walk to the bed, I steel myself to be brave. To endure the humiliation of an intimate search. I bend over the bed and curl my fingers into the covers, clutching tight.
Then I remember the emperor’s order to spread my legs wide.
Oh God, I’m not sure I can do it. Too embarrassing.
It’s one thing if he forces me, but to willingly reveal my most private parts to him? I’m not sure I can bear it. My face goes hot and my trembling increases.
But when he makes an impatient noise in his throat, I finally summon the will to do as he’d ordered. The idea of receiving a punishment from him terrifies me. I fear it would hurt and be just as embarrassing as in my many dreams. So, I spread my thighs, and the cool air of the room instantly caresses my nether parts.
He can see me. All of me. I flush hotter still.
I hear him walk closer, and I brace myself for the first touch, yet it doesn’t come. My heart hammers in my chest, and to my great mortification, his nearness prompts heated pangs in my core, the sort of deep throbbing ache I always experience in my dreams of him. I almost whimper.
Will I become wet as he searches me?
Oh God, I fear I’m getting wet right now. Before he’s even laid a hand on me. Shuddering breaths escape me as I wait and wait and wait. What the hell is he doing back there? I chance a look over my shoulder and find him staring at my spread center, a dark lustful gleam in his eyes. His nostrils flare as he takes deep inhales. He meets my gaze.
“Reach back, grasp your bottom cheeks, and spread yourself as wide as you can. Show me that pretty little hole I’m going to pound later.”
Shock reverberates in my psyche as I turn back around, my fingers tightening on the covers. I want to cry and scream, and I also very much want to kick him. Maybe throw something at that perfect, straight nose of his. But I can’t resist him. I can’t fight him.
Even if I didn’t need Emperor Radakk to give Captain Warren a glowing report on our mating union, refusing to obey is foolish for plenty of other reasons. I’m in a vulnerable position. Completely naked while he’s still fully clothed. The balance of power is fully tipped in the emperor’s direction.
If I resist in any way, he’ll punish me. Severely. That’s what he promised, and I’m terrified of the pain.
In my dreams, the pain of his punishments was excruciating. The spankings and whippings he gave me were also embarrassing because each one ended the same—with me limp and sobbing but also drenched between my thighs. A few strokes to my clit and he would make me come long and hard, undulating my center against his hand.
I reach back, grasp my bottom cheeks, and slowly begin to spread myself. Shame heats my face, and an unexpected wave of submission washes over me. A strange need to please him. Breathing becomes a little easier, though I still bury my face in the covers, wishing I could disappear.
