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“I love you, Stella. I love you more than any creature anywhere in the universe. I would gladly die for you, but I would rather live for you. Do you agree to be mine?”
“I do!” She sobs, abandoning all pretense of propriety and throwing herself into my arms.
A huge cheer goes up from all in attendance, as our emotional reunion strikes a resonant chord. There is a man in a gown mumbling something next to us. I pay no attention to his words as I sweep Stella Voros up into my arms and carry her out of the cathedral. My love. My property. My pet. My wife.
EPILOGUE
“My father is insisting on access to your technology,” Stella sighs, pushing back from the message displayed on one of the screens on the bridge.
One Earth week has passed since our marriage, and we are once again safely among the stars. I do not intend to take her to Euphoria. I do not intend to stay anywhere near Earth, but I have agreed to return Arkan to our home planet so he can pursue whatever madness he chooses.
My eldest brother has finally seen the error and arrogance of his ways. It was his decision that led to our near mutual death. I told him time and time again that the human soldiers were a clear and present danger, but of course he never listened. Not until it was far too late.
I will be the next captain of this vessel, and I have determined that my human wife and I will spend the next few years traveling the universe together. Stella has always been a wild little runaway, and I think it is time I also learned to abdicate some of my self-assumed responsibilities, and instead live my life.
“Long may he continue to insist,” I reply. “And long may I continue to ignore those requests.”
She grins as she comes over to me, crawling into my lap in the way she has of doing when she wants attention and pets.
“It’s so fucking hot how you can say no to him,” she purrs up at me.
“I can say no to you too,” I growl in the way I know makes her melt.
“No, you can’t,” she laughs.
She’s right. I can’t. I’ll never be able to say no to her ever again. And maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
Right before she was taken from me, I asked myself how I would ever control her. The truth, as I now understand it, is that I will not. She’s not mine to control. She is mine to care for. Mine to protect. She’s mine to love. Forever.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t remind her who she belongs to.
With the merest thought, I make her pussy pulse, the collar doing its work ever so efficiently. I watch as her face turns pink and her eyes take on that particularly delicious glassy quality they get when she is turned on.
“This isn’t fair,” she whimpers. “You do this to me and I can’t… I… mnnghh…” she pushes her hand down between her thighs and tries to satisfy herself. I let her, because it amuses me to let her try to deal with the collar’s devilish sensations on her own.
“Kahn,” she gasps. “If you’re not going to fuck me, then this is… this is wrong.”
I chuckle, allowing my amusement and enjoyment to show through quite clearly. My mate is still not tamed, and that means I am free to continue to train her.
“Kahhnnnnn…” she begins to beg properly now.
“Take your clothes off and bend over, pet. Present yourself to me.”
I give the order in a deep, husky voice. I am not immune to arousal myself, of course. I have to maintain control of myself because I want to keep control of her.
Stella does as she is told, stripping off her clothing, revealing those beautiful curves of her body to me. She is blushing with just a little arousal and shame. I know she wants to have more self-control than this. I know there is a part of her that still rebels when I make her show herself to me, dripping wet with desire.
She bends over before me, hands on her knees, the round curves of her cheeks far too pale for my liking. But it’s not her ass that’s getting my attention right now. It’s the mound between her thighs.
I’m yet to touch her, and my cock is throbbing inside my pants with the need to feel that hot, wet slit spread around my rod. But I stay patient.
“Who do you belong to, pet?”
“You, of course,” she moans. She’s so good when she’s aroused. She’ll say anything to get relief. It’s almost like she’s tamed, but I know better.
“And what do you want from me?”
“I want…” she hesitates, a little ashamed of how explicit she is going to be now at my behest. “I want you to fuck my pussy.”
