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Hm. Perhaps the punishment I administered earlier wasn’t severe enough, if she’s so quick to disobey me already. I retract my hand from the crevice between her cheeks and apply five quick, firm smacks to her wet, soapy bottom. The searing cracks echo in the large bathroom.
“Listen to me carefully, pretty human. I mean to test the tightness of your back hole, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Will you behave and allow me to breach your anus, or do you require more pain, more punishment?”
“Please, no more spanking.” She glances over her shoulder with a pleading look. “I-I will try to remain still. I’m sorry, but no one has ever touched me there before. It’s so…embarrassing.”
“If you struggle this time,” I say as I tighten my hold, “I promise you will regret it.”
My cocks thicken as I nudge a hand between her cheeks again, and though she whimpers and makes pitiful noises in the back of her throat, she doesn’t try to evade my touch this time.
I press a finger to her anus and carefully push inside, using a bit of soap to help ease my way into her tight, puckering hole. And oh, she is exceptionally tight. I push deeper and growl as she clenches down on my finger. Leaning over her, I place a kiss on the back of her neck. Then I wiggle my digit ever so slightly, causing her to moan as the scent of her excitement fills the steaming shower.
Aroused. My little mate is becoming aroused as I explore her bottom hole.Fluxx, she is so perfect and responsive, and I savor each whimper and moan that escapes her lips.
“My sweet Mandy. One day soon, I will breach this shy hole of yours with my upper appendage.”
Chapter 13
MANDY
When I awakein the huge bed, I’m alone. I sit up against the pillows and wince at the lingering soreness. I’m not only sore between my thighs, but my bottom still hurts as well. My face heats as I recall the spankings Kameer gave me. All because I didn’t obey his orders quickly enough.
Holding my breath, I listen for any signs of the domineering Darrvason, but only silence greets me. He’s not here, though to be fair, I have no idea what time it is. He kept me up late and exhausted me thoroughly. It’s possible it’s late morning or even midday.
I slip out of bed and rush to retrieve my pajamas from the floor. After quickly dressing, I spy the remnants of my panties, and I flush anew as memories assail me.
I’m mated. To a Darrvason.
I venture out of the bedroom, thankful the door is no longer locked. But when I try to depart Kameer’s quarters, I’m unable to reach the corridor. I curse and try to physically push the door open, but it doesn’t budge.
When I mess with the control panel next to the door, nothing happens either. Somehow, likely with the use of Darrvason technology, he’s locked me inside his quarters.
Defeat and worry weigh me down. I need to speak with my family. They’re probably worried sick. Have they learned about my fate? My heart breaks as I imagine my mother sobbing, thinking she’s lost me forever.
As I pace Kameer’s quarters, my agitation growing, I notice a spread of food on the kitchen counter. The items vary, everything from fruits and vegetables to rice dishes and pastries. As I walk closer, I also spy a contraption that I suspect is a food replicator, a feat of technology I’ve heard Darrvasons possess.
Did Kameer replicate these items and leave them out for me, knowing I would awake hungry?
Despite my desire to not find anything likeable about him, I’m touched by his thoughtfulness, and I reach for a pastry. As I nibble on the sweet treat, I approach the largest viewscreen in Kameer’s quarters, or rather, his temporary Founders’ quarters. Shuttles occasionally move between the larger Darrvason ships, most of the traffic coming and going from theHaxxal, the lead vessel in the alien fleet.
One month. My stomach performs a little flip. In one month, we’ll arrive on 58-Zallnanis. If a heartbond doesn’t form between us before that time, will I have a chance of escaping him?
Technically, even without the heartbond, we’re mated. Darrvasons mate for life and never separate. But I’m not a Darrvason. I’m human and I wonder if perhaps this might change things. I wrack my brain for a plan but come up empty.
I shove the rest of the pastry in my mouth and head back to the kitchen for another one. What does Kameer expect me to do with my day? Sit around in my pajamas and eat pastries?
My distress grows until I finally realize why I’m so pissed. I’m annoyed that after the intimacies we shared last night, I awoke alone. I awoke alone and I have no idea where he is or when he’ll return. Did he leave for a full day of work on theJansonna?
I’m not surprised that he locked me inside his quarters, but I’m still mad about it. A glance at a nearby clock shows it’s almost midday. I was supposed to be at the salon hours ago. My mother and I both had a full schedule today, and she’s going to struggle without me as she attempts to meet the demands of wealthy Founders. Most of our clientele is polite and I consider many of them friends, but there are a few rotten ones who habitually test our patience.
Of course, even if Kameer hadn’t claimed me, there’s a good chance I wouldn’t have gone to work at the salon today anyway. Because of Ned. I’m still not sure if I would’ve obeyed his wishes and stopped working as a beautician serving Founders. I’d planned to discuss the matter with my parents, only for Ned to die before I got the chance.
I huff and run a hand through my hair. In the last twenty-four hours, my life has changed drastically, and I’m not certain what the future holds. It’s scary, but if I’m being honest, it’s also a little exciting.
I hate that it’s exciting. I hate that I’m drawn to Kameer and that he made me climax again and again last night. I hate that I can’t stop thinking about his masterful touch and how delicious it felt as he pounded his shafts into me. My pussy spasms as I recall the most salacious details of our night spent together.
I become flushed as I recall the shower, during which he’d spanked my wet bottom and shoved a finger in my back hole.My sweet Mandy. One day soon, I will breach this shy hole of yours with my upper appendage.As his words come back to me, I shiver with longing. I also picture the illicit act of being bentover the bed while he spreads me wide and impales me with his shafts in tandem.
I rush to the kitchen for a cold drink, and as I gulp down icy water, I try to think of anything but Kameer. I set the empty cup aside and head for the entryway, intending to try the door again. But just as I pass the info screen in the hallway, it beeps and flashes blue. I pause and stare at the screen, expecting an update from Captain Warren concerning the journey to 58-Z, or some other announcement that’s relevant to all citizens of the worldship. Or even a live broadcast of a public execution. Instead, a single sentence appears on the screen, and it seems to be intended solely for me.
