Page 31 of Brute's Mate

But the warmth is still flowing between us, a connection that’s stronger than anything I’ve ever felt with another person, and part of me is terrified because what if it’s… romantic love? My stomach flips at the thought, and I resolve that I’ll ponder it more later when I’m alone and have a chance to gather my thoughts.

Brute returns his massive shafts to his pants, though he struggles with the fastening because he’s still very erect. I’d noticed that each time he finished spurting in my mouth, his recently spent cock would become a little less hard, though not by much.

“Do… do they ever get soft?” I find myself asking before I can think better of it.

His lips quirk with a tiny smile that warms my heart. I don’t believe I’ve seen him smile fully yet, but I like when he almost smiles. It makes him seem more… human. Makes him seem less beastly.

“My dual shafts only become hard when I’m aroused, little female. Of course, this means they are usually harder thanRulliannsteel whenever I’m in your presence.” He sits beside me, then draws me onto his lap.

I gasp at the feel of his hardness beneath me, and I suppose it’s a good thing he returned those huge shafts to his pants. Otherwise, my bare pussy would be resting atop his exposed cocks. Surely that would be highly improper. Worse than the illicit activities we’ve already shared.

He rubs my back for a few moments, then circles his muscular arms around me, gathering me close to his chest. My face rests atop his beating heart, and the steadythump thump thumplulls me into a deep state of contentment.

“What time do you normally go to sleep each night?” His breath tickles my ear.

“Eleven.”

“Tomorrow night, you will meet me here at ten.”

“The shelter-in-place order will still be in effect.” I withdraw slightly from his arms and peer up at him. “I’m not supposed to leave my quarters. I’m not supposed to be outnow.”

“As an advisor to Captain Warren with full security clearance,” he says in an amused tone, “I outrank anyone who might challenge you. Not that you’ll run into anyone in the corridors. The security officers who usually patrol this deck will still be very busy with the lower decks and maintaining order in the packed brig. You will meet me here at ten, little female, and don’t be late. I doubt you’d like my reaction to your tardiness.”

Goosebumps rise on my arms, and a chill rushes down my back. But at the same time, heat undulates in my center, and I feel myself growing wet. I’d lost count of the number of orgasms Brute had given me, yet I’m already aching for another one, breathless for him to reach between my thighs and caress me. Or perhaps lave my sensitive parts with his tongue…

“I know you’re becoming excited again.” His nostrils flare as he inhales a deep breath, then he releases a low, animalistic growl that rumbles through my insides, causing my core to tighten and pulse with heat.

He cups my left breast and I lurch into his touch. A moan escapes me as he lightly pinches my nipple, and the heat pulsing in my core becomes so intense, I can’t stop squirming around on his lap. With each movement, I feel the sting of the spanking he gave me, and I flush as I recall how shamefully exposed I was as he had me draped over his knee, my thighs parted so very wide.

“Would you like to climax, little female? Would you like me to touch your pink, swollen parts and make you shatter one more time?”

“Please.” I know I should say ‘no’ and demand he allow me to return to my quarters, but I can’t find the willpower to refuse one final orgasm. I’m aching so fervently that I’m having difficulty catching my breath. If I go to bed without feeling him touch me one more time, I don’t know how I’ll settle enough to manage sleep.

Brute lifts me and rearranges me in a strange position—bent over with my hands placed on the bench. He stands behind me and nudges my thighs wider apart. Cupping my bottom, he says, “Look at these red cheeks. You’ve been rather compliant since I spanked you this evening, Jenny. You’ve been a very good girl and I’m going to reward you now.”

I wait with bated breath, desperate for him to reach between my thighs. My clit is throbbing and I’m burning up with need. I almost feel feverish.Please touch me. Please make me climax.

He dips a finger in my wet core, and I shudder with relief, though I whimper when he doesn’t immediately drag his digit over my nubbin.

To my great surprise, he splays my bottom cheeks apart with one hand and presses his moistened finger to my pucker. I tense up and try to escape, but he won’t allow me to stand.

“Brute, what-what are you doing?”

“Pleasuring you.”

“I beg to differ. Stop touching me there.” I gasp as he pushes the finger that’s coated in my arousal past my taut ring. The fullness is overwhelming, and I attempt to jerk to the side and get away, but he holds me in place as he pushes deeper.

“Be compliant, little female.”

I huff and stomp my foot. “It’s too much. Your finger is too big. Please take it out.”

“One day, I will fuck this snug hole of yours with my upper shaft,” he says, and his words are so shocking, at first, I think he must be teasing me. But when he doesn’t chuckle and he only pushes deeper, my heart skitters as I realize he’s not joking.

“I doubt you’ll fit in my pussy,” I blurt, half-panicked. “I’mcertainyou won’t fit back there.” My face flames as I make another futile attempt to move out of position.

“I will fit in both your orifices, Jenny. You simply require training.” With his finger still deep in my bottom hole, he finally strokes a digit over my clit, a gentle caress that causes my core—and pucker—to clench tightly. I gasp at the sensation of my back hole clamping down on his finger.

I want to yell that he’s a barbarian and what he’s planning isn’t only wrong, but it simply won’t work. There’s absolutely no way one of his shafts will fit in my ass. But I can’t find my words because the pleasure quaking between my thighs intensifies in the next moment, and I soon find myself bucking against his caressing digit as waves of ecstasy descend.

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