Page 56 of Kameer's Mate
My stomach flips.
“You can’t be mad,” I say in a trembling voice. “I didn’t hide the plugs. You can’t be mad at me just for thinking about it. I-I can’t control my thoughts, just as I assume you can’t control yours. No one can.”
“Would youhave hidden them?” He steps closer and eyes the items in question. “If I hadn’t caught you just now, would you have perhapsmisplacedthe plugs, or the strap?”
I draw in quick breath.I don’t think I would have, I send down the bond. It’s the truth. My thoughts were fleeting, and I don’t believe I would’ve had the courage to go through with hiding the items. Not when the consequences would be harsh.
Would he truly apply the strap to my bottom hole? A shiver rushes through me, and I try to take another step back, but I’ve already reached the wall.
Kameer sends a surge of dominance through the bond that causes me to whimper and lower my head. The familiar waves of surrender rise inside me, the urge to obey and please him. The urge to comply with his demands even when I’m nervous.
Come here, Mandy. His command echoes in my head, and I cannot ignore it. From deep within, I experience the compulsion to obey, and I step forward.
Nerves quake through me. I can’t seem to stop trembling, but I’m not trembling from fear. I’m trembling with need. My center is pulsing with heat and I’m breathless for his touch.
I said, come here.
I take a few more steps, finally closing the distance between us. My neck aches as I peer up at him.
He proceeds to caress his hands through my hair, his touch slow and sensual but also intimidating. Because he’s trying to decide what to do with me, how to treat my illicit thoughts even though I didn’t act upon them. I shudder at some of the options that flash in his mind.
He meets my eyes.I think you’re due for another session of anal training, my sweet mate. You took the smallest plug so well that I think it’s time for the next size up. Hand me the box of phalluses as well as the strap.
A whimper catches in my throat. I understand why he wants the plugs, but why the strap? Why am I having difficulty reading all his thoughts? Is he shielding his true plans from me?
I retrieve the box of plugs and the strap from the floor, then rise to my feet and surrender the items. The items I considered hiding but didn’t. I swallow hard as he guides me out of the closet and toward the bed.
To my shock, I notice the bed is made with fresh covers, and there’s no sign of our dirty clothes on the floor. I’m about to ask how he cleaned up so quickly after his video comm call when I notice a small Darrvason male walking out of the bedroom.
I gasp. “Who’s that?” Alarm fills me. Why didn’t he tell me we had company?
“Relax, Mandy.” He sends me a wave of comfort. “That is the servant android. I briefly activated him so he could clean the bedroom. Most Darravson quarters in the fleet contain servant androids to prepare meals, clean, wash clothes, and perform other tasks.”
“Oh. Well, that’s good to know.” My face grows hot as he leads me closer to the bed. He’s going to insert a plug in my bottom hole, and maybe use the strap on me too.
He places the strap and the plugs on the bed. I peer at the second phallus in the lineup and my knees go weak. It’s a good deal larger than the first plug, and I’m not certain it’ll fit.
Kameer moves behind me, brushes my hair over my shoulder, then kisses the back of my exposed neck. His nearness prompts more quaking warmth between my thighs, and I quiver in place as he continues trailing kisses along my neck.
I’m not angry with you for your thoughts, pretty human, he tells me, and I sense his honesty.This isn’t a punishment. Consider it part of your training.
I whimper. Mytraining. My training to be a proper, obedient wife. Heated anticipation flows through me and merges with my nervousness over accepting the larger plug.
He guides me to bend over the bed, then he lifts my dress and tugs my panties down, exposing my bottom. He spends a few minutes caressing my ass as steady purring growls rumble from his chest. The noise vibrates through me, heightening my anticipation.
Finally, he reaches for the second-to-smallest (but still way too large) plug, as well as the lubrication. I tremble as he massages the lube into my pucker. Oh, God. This is happening.
I glance at the strap, ever curious about why he placed it within easy reach. Somehow, he’s shielded some of his plans from my mind. I’m not sure whether I prefer knowing ahead of time or being surprised. In any case, the heated quakes between my thighs become more intense, and it’s a struggle to catch my breath. Eager. I’m eager to discover the full perversity of his plans for me, even if it hurts, and I’m starting to think it really might.
When I hear his dark chuckle in my head, I know he’s listening in. I close my eyes and visualize myself sticking my tongue out at him, and though I still can’t sense his exact plans for me, I’m able to catch his sudden shock.
Naughty human. You’ll pay for that.He presses the plug to my lubricated pucker and starts pushing.
Oh! I gasp at the invasion, struggling to accept the size. My heart races and I break into a sweat. Nerves flitter through me. Oh, God. I’m not sure I can take it.
Yes, you can take it, pretty human. Breathe.He sends me a wave of comfort as he finally breaches my back hole and inserts the tip of the plug.
I gasp at the fullness, but thankfully, it doesn’t hurt as I feared it would. I remind myself that although Kameer may push my limits, he would never truly hurt me. I’ve peeked into his mind. I’ve heard his thoughts on the matter while also discovering the shocking amount of tenderness he harbors for me. A sense of safety permeates me as he pushes the plug even deeper.
