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Walking up to the side of the bed, he urged her onto her back. He didn’t bother to undress, just opened the front of his pants and freed his aching cock. She caught the backs of her knees and opened her legs wide. Her pussy was so wet that the insides of her thighs were slick with her arousal. He wanted to bury his face between those thighs and lap up her juices. Maybe later.
He positioned himself at her entrance then ordered, “Look at me, pet.”
Her lashes fluttered, then her lids raised. Her gaze collided with his.
“I do not fuck unwilling females. Do you want my cock inside you?”
“Yes,” she cried impatiently. “I’m willing, damn it. Fuck me now.”
He would deal with that bossy tone if it persisted after he’d fucked her the first time. “Who am I? Whose cock do you want inside you?”
“Kern. I want Kern’s cockright now.”
A wolfish grin parted his lips as he drove into her snug passage. Her inner walls spasmed and her back arched, breasts quivering. “Did you just come?”
“I’m sorry. It just happened.” Her breasts jostled each time she sucked in a ragged breath.
Unable to ignore the temptation, he reached up and cupped both full mounds. He squeezed firmly as he pumped in and out, lightly twisted her nipples. “I now control your pleasure. You do not come without my permission. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered, squirming restlessly on the bed.
He pulled back then thrust deep, filling her completely with each forceful stroke. “Yes, Master.”
“You’re not my master,” she objected. “I am not a slave.”
“Is that so?” He pulled out and rested his cock on top of her mound, calmly waiting. “There are many kinds of slaves.”
She gasped and canted her hips trying to recapture the fullness. “I’ll call you Sir or Trainer or whatever you like, just not Master. I am not a slave.”
Leaning over her, he wrapped his hand around her throat and looked deep into her eyes. “You are not strong enough to control the Fire about to devour your entire being. Until you choose your mates, I am your master. The longer you resist your basic nature, the harder this will be to control. Was this not explained to you?”
An alarmed squeak escaped her throat. Her lips trembled and an irrational need to kiss her, to comfort and calm her, coursed through Kern. Tenderness would come later. Right now she needed control, and he would give it to her.
“I know what’s happening,” she insisted. “I still won’t call you Master.”
Her stubbornness frustrated him. Giving in to her defiance was counterproductive to the goal. As long as she clung to her own control, they were both in danger.
“Sit up.” He quickly tucked his cock away but didn’t fully secure the front of his pants.
She hesitated, clearly confused by the order. “Why?”
“Becauseyour mastertold you to,” he growled out the order, then pulled her up until she sat on the edge of the bed. He sat down next to her then quickly pulled her face down across his lap. She struggled halfheartedly until the first stinging slap connected with her behind. Her nicely rounded cheeks shook and her smooth ivory skin immediately pinkened. Did everything about her have to be so appealing? He had spanked dozens of females, perhaps hundreds, and never had he felt this visceral connection.
His hand fell hard and fast, moving from one side to the other. Dominance surged within him as her struggles ceased and her body went limp across his legs. He paused to rub her sensitive skin. “Who am I, Raina? Consider your answer carefully because you will be held accountable for what you say.”
“You’re my captor,” she whispered. “My enemy.”
He shook his head and spanked her some more. This might be more challenging than he’d thought. Usually the sexual frenzy was enough to make conduits submit, but Raina wasn’t the average conduit. She had been raised on Earth where females were taught to be independent, to resent the care and protection of males. And then she had spent time at the Citadel. They would have taught her to control her emotions, to keep her thoughts calm and productive. All any of their efforts would do was postpone the inevitable. Conduits could not function unless they learned to submit.
“Who am I?” he asked again, stroking her pinkened cheeks as he waited for her answer.
“The bastard that kidnapped me,” she snapped, body tensing all over again.
Clearly, she was using anger to drive back her need. Anger felt strong, especially when a loss of control was what one was trying to avoid. There were many paths to compliance. If need be, he would try them all.
Still rubbing her ass cheeks, he reinforced his composure and prepared himself emotionally for what came next. She would hate him afterward, even more than she hated him now. He wasn’t sure that was a bad thing. She might not want a master, but he wanted a mate even less. He needed to tame her body without creating an emotional attachment to her. It would be challenging, but he had done it before. Just never with a potential mate.
He urged her off his lap. She landed on her knees, more or less facing the bed. Without explaining his intentions, he drew her to her feet then bent her over the bed. A telepathic pulse triggered the restraints concealed in each corner of the bedframe. He had her bent over the side of the bed, but the orientation didn’t matter as long as there were four restraints.
