Page 22 of Kameer's Mate
Bean obedient female and bend over.
Kameer’s command resounds in my head as I slowly move to comply. What choice do I have? I lean over the bed and place my hands flat on the mattress. The big bossy Darrvason moves behind me and helps arrange me to his liking, with my thighs spread further apart than I would prefer, my back arched, and my ass lifted high.
Once again, my center is fully exposed to his gaze. Cool air caresses my nether area, and my sense of vulnerability heightens. I’m mildly dizzy from the orgasm Kameer gave me, and my arms and legs feel weak in the aftermath of the undulating pleasure.
I’m still in disbelief over the events that have transpired since I was delivered to his quarters, but the climax is the most shocking event thus far.
Kameer cups my bottom cheeks, taking one in each hand, and gives them a firm squeeze that steals my breath. “Oh! Ouch!”
“Still sore?”
“Ouch! Yes!”
To my relief, he shifts from squeezing my cheeks to massaging them, and his touch is like magic, instantly soothing the soreness.
“Your bottom is bright red, but I suspect the redness will be faded by morning. It’s not as though I took a strap to you. Those marks would last much longer.”
A strap? My heart races. I want to ask if he would ever use a strap on me, but just like the topic of Ned’s true cause of death, I’m too afraid of the answer. So, I remain silent as he makes a show of inspecting my punished bottom, an experience that’s nearly as humiliating as the spanking itself.
He leans down and eventually kneels behind me. It takes all my self-control to remain in place, bent over the bed with my thighs spread wide as his warm breath hits my most private places. He touches various parts of my bottom, light brief touches that feel like a tease.
I shut my eyes and attempt to count backward from one hundred, thinking perhaps it’s the only way to stop the warm pulses that are suddenly quickening between my thighs.
Without warning, he grasps my cheeks and spreads me uncomfortably wide. His breath continues to caress my pussy, and shame heats my face anew as I realize the inspection has taken an illicit turn. I whimper and wish I could disappear into the floor. Does he know how thoroughly embarrassed I’m becoming?
“You possess a tight mating channel,” he says as he prods my slick entrance, gradually nudging two or perhaps three fingers inside. “However, I believe you will have no difficulty accepting both my shafts, the upper one and the lower one.” He pushes deeper, until a slight burning pain descends.
I rise on my toes with a whimper. His appendages are massive, particularly the lower one, and I cannot fathom how he’ll manage to claim me.
Apprehension sweeps through me. How can this be happening? I thought I was safe. I wasn’t on the list. Yet I caught a Darrvason’s notice, and the possessive male found a way to lawfully acquire me.
My head whirls as I consider the events of today. Fatigue pulls at me even as my excitement mounts. I’m becoming wet again, exceedingly so, and I’m fairly certain I can feel my clit pulsating with need. Despite myself, I’m aching for him to touch me there again, to stroke the sensitive button until I shatter. Until I have another climax.
Kameer shifts behind me, withdraws his thick fingers from my pussy, and releases my bottom cheeks. I open my eyes and glance over my shoulder, only to find he’s messing with a control panel on the bedside table. The bed suddenly rises, and my feet no longer touch the floor.
He meets my eyes, and his gaze is heated. His nostrils flare as he inhales a series of deep breaths, and I can’t help but admire his huge, muscular form. I also can’t help but stare at the ancestral markings that cover his chest, alien symbols that glow orange. My mouth becomes dry.
If a heartbond forms between us, those are the very same markings that will appear on my upper arms, and there will be no erasing them.
No breaking the bond once it’s formed.
My heart flutters with panic, even though there’s a part of me that’s curious about the intimacy of a Darrvason heartbond.
I’d expected my years as Ned’s wife to be lonely ones. I never believed we would share any sort of connection. But Kameer seems eager to know my thoughts and feelings, eager to unite with me in a way I could’ve never hoped to with Ned.
He’s also eager to breed me, I remind myself.
He views himself as my lord and master.
My gaze drifts to his massive appendages, which are sticking straight out from his body. They appear rock hard, and they’d felt unyieldingly firm when I briefly touched him over his pants. Won’t it hurt when he impales me?
He’s so much larger than me that I’m doubtful we’ll be able to successfully complete the mating act.
He strokes his lower cock, the biggest one, and comes to stand directly behind me. The heat of his body wafts over me, and I turn and grip the bottom sheet, suddenly breathless as the achiness in my core deepens.
How can I crave such a forbidden act, especially when I believe it’s going to hurt?
Kameer grasps one of my hips, then drags his appendage up and down through my moisture. I whimper and shudder with the pleasure of it, and I can’t restrain a moan whenever his shaft grazes my clit.
