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Mom waves a hand in the air. “Some guy in the mess hall whose son guards the command team.”
“Tornn haspromisedwe’ll be able to visit one another,” Ellie says, and I blink back tears of relief. I’ll see my sister soon. In about five months. And until then, we can continue speaking via the video comm. Gratitude swells within me.
Mom places a hand on her heart and releases a long breath. “I’m so glad to hear it.” Then she straightens and gives Ellie a pointed look. “Are you truly happy with Tornn?”
“Yes, Mom,” Ellie replies in a slightly exasperated tone. “I won’t lie—I found him a bit scary at first—but the bond we share… it’s very intense and it took some getting used to, but it brings me a sense of peace I’ve never known. I feel completely at home with Tornn, like I was always meant to become his mate, and I could not fathom ever being parted from him.”
I study Mom for her reaction, remembering how she’d once hoped to buy Ellie back from the Darrvasons. To my relief, Mom’s face softens with a look of understanding.
But would she be understanding if she lost a second daughter to the powerful aliens? How would she feel if Brute absconded with me?
Then I remember Brute’s promise that my mother could live with us on 58-Z. It sounds almost too good to be true. But I remind myself that he hasn’t claimed me yet. Something is holding him back. A dark secret that I couldn’t manage to glimpse in his mind.
I keep telling myself I don’t want him. That I’ll do anything to escape his attentions. Yet I always look forward to our nightly dates in the alcove. And a thrill rushes through me whenever he shows up to escort me somewhere on the worldship.
We converse for a while longer about safer topics. Mom talks about our students and the latest lesson plans, Ellie talks about Darrvason food and the various technological wonders on theHaxxal, and I make a few lame comments about the latest history book I just read. The one about the Whiskey Rebellion.
After the call ends, Mom turns to me and says, “She’s telling the truth, isn’t she? About being happy.”
“I believe so.”
“I still think breeding the old-fashioned way is barbaric,” she says, “but perhaps the Darrvasons aren’t as terrible as I once believed.”
Chapter22
BRUTE
Jenny blushesas she peers up at me, then she shifts in place and glances at the box that rests on the bench.
“What’s in there?” she asks, and when she gasps and takes a step away from the box, I know she just received the mental image I sent. A vision of a leather strap, a butt plug, and a bottle of lubrication, though she doesn’t understand the purpose of the latter two items. I sense her confusion over those particular images. It’s the strap, however, that has her looking so apprehensive.
I close the alcove’s curtain and turn to face her fully, pleased that she obeyed my instructions to wear a dress. The low-cut purple gown she’s wearing displays her cleavage nicely, and I anticipate lifting the skirt of the garment to discover her completely bare beneath it. No panties. No bra.
Jenny whimpers and takes another step away from the box. “Please. I-I don’t think the strap is necessary.”
My dual shafts harden, and my balls commence a steady vibration as I anticipate the intimate act of disciplining her. I grasp her chin, force her gaze to mine, and give her a stern look. “The strap is meant for serious offenses, little female. Traveling in the corridors alone is a serious offense. I will not tolerate you putting yourself in danger.”
Fears jolts down the bond, but so does a wave of desire. She’s nervous about the pain and worried she won’t be able to take it, but she’s also overcome by the urge to obey and accept her punishment. The urge to surrender to my authority.
“It’s going to be loud,” she says. “At least, I imagine it’ll be loud. What if someone hears?” Her face turns bright pink.
“It won’t be any louder than the spankings I’ve given you, Jenny, and thus far, we haven’t been discovered. I’m confident I’ll hear or smell the approach of a passerby long before they come close enough to hear you getting disciplined.” I release her chin and nod at the bench. “Please turn and bend over. Place your palms flat on the bench, arch your back, and part your thighs. I want a nice clear view of your pussy while I’m administering your punishment.”
A shaky gasp leaves her, and the scent of her arousal heightens, so sweet and pungent. My nostrils flare as I take a deep inhale, and my cocks thicken further and press uncomfortably at the front of my pants.
She slowly turns and bends over, taking up the ordered position. Desire heats my blood as I watch her arch her back and move her feet apart. The dress, which is much more revealing than the Darrvason garments she will wear once we become mates, only reaches her mid-thigh.
With a quick movement, I lift the dress and tuck the skirt around her waist, baring her completely. A satisfied growl rumbles from my chest as I peer at the swollen, pink folds between her pale thighs. So perfect. So lovely and enticing. I take another long inhale as I savor the delicious scent of her growing excitement.
Though I haven’t touched her yet, her mound is glistening under a sheen of her arousal. I cup her bottom and take my time massaging her cheeks. She trembles and her breath keeps catching, and I sense her nervousness rising.
“Why are you so wet, little female?” I trail a finger lightly over the seam of her nether lips, and her center jolts back in response. “You arrived at the alcove with a swollen, wet pussy. Have you been touching yourself?”
She gasps and shakes her head. “I-I wasn’t touching myself. I don’t know why I’m so wet. I…” She gives a frustrated sigh. “It’s only that I couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen tonight. I knew you were going to punish me.”
I dip a finger into her core and draw her moisture over her engorged clit. She whimpers and her legs tremble as she struggles to maintain her position. Every few moments, her hips undulate as she seeks more of my touch. “It would seem the anticipation of punishment made you very, very aroused. You’re soaking, Jenny.”
“No, no.” She shakes her head, and I remove my hand from her center and deliver one quick but firm smack to her bottom. She cries out but manages to remain in position.
