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I focus on the tether between us and feel a strange tugging sensation in my chest. Then I’m rewarded with a vision of how Jenny had spent the last few hours.
Alone in her bedroom, she’d been unable to stop thinking about the impending spanking, and the more she’d thought about it, the more unsettled she’d become. She didn’t touch herself, but she did press her thighs tightly together a few times in an attempt to relieve the building ache. And when she removed her panties just before she left to meet me, she’d discovered they were drenched with her essence.
My dual shafts pulse harder as I resume caressing my female’s shapely bottom cheeks. There’s a dark part of me that likes seeing her so nervous, even a little afraid. She’s wet for me. Beautifully swollen and aching to be touched. To be mastered.
But before I allow her any pleasure, she must endure the punishment she’s earned. She must face the consequences of her reckless actions.
Anger surges within me as I imagine all the dangers that could’ve befallen her while she traversed the corridors alone. What if she’d encountered a Darrvason engineer who liked her scent? Or what if she’d gotten caught in a skirmish between dissenters and security officers? Even though The Saviors are locked up and the executions will commence tomorrow morning, there are still other rebel groups aboard theJansonna. The impending executions have also resulted in increased tensions aboard.
Just this afternoon, five human males assaulted a security officer and attempted to steal his blaster on Deck Seven. Before they successfully obtained the weapon, a contingent of armed security officers intervened, shooting and killing the five malcontents on sight.
Rather than scold Jenny aloud, I open my mind to hers, allowing her to feel my thoughts and emotions. I reveal every worry I harbor about her traveling in the corridors alone, every possible bad thing that could happen to her. I also send a wave of affection, wanting her to know how much I’ve come to care for her.This is why I’ve given you rules. This is why you aren’t permitted to go anywhere alone. Because I care about your safety, little female.
Am I to be your prisoner forever, Brute? Because that’s what I’m starting to feel like, she sends back.
No. Once we’re mated and you come live on theHaxxalwith me, you’ll be safer, though I will not allow you to leave my quarters until the heartbond has fully formed between us. Once the ancestral markings have appeared on your arms, which will give you the ultimate protection against lonely, unmated Darrvason males, I’ll allow you the freedom to go wherever you wish on theHaxxalwithout an escort. Trust me, Jenny, no one would dare touch you once you’re wearing my ancestral markings.
I feel her relief through the bond, but it’s soon followed by a wave of apprehension. She’s still reluctant to become my mate. She believes her place is among humankind, and she worries she won’t be happy living among my people even if it means she’s closer to Ellie, and even if Margo comes to live with us. She also feels an obligation to the welfare of humankind and wonders if her late father, whose opinion always mattered very much to her, would look down on her for abandoning her people. Humankind is about to lose a large number of females of childbearing age, and she wonders if she should stay and contribute her best efforts to the eventual settlement on 58-Z, perhaps by marrying and procreating with a human man. To my relief, she doesn’t picture Angelo or any other specific human male in her thoughts, but I still struggle to rein in my temper. Doesn’t she realize she’s already mine? Doesn’t she realize I’ll never let her go?
“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I can’t seem to turn my mind off, and I know some of my thoughts might anger you. You must understand, I-I can’t help but worry for my people. I can’t help but worry I’m a traitor if I let you claim me and take me away.”
I grab her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh. She whimpers, and though she’s nervous, the aroma of the slickness between her legs intensifies. I take a steadying breath, then say, “If it helps settle your mind, little female, perhaps I ought to remind you that I’m not giving you a choice.”
I release one of her hips and reach for her pussy. I drive two digits into her core, not stopping until I meet the fleshy wall of her hymen. She hisses in pain and lurches forward, but I’m quick to wrap a hand around her waist and force her back into position.
“You will become my mate,” I continue, “and you will have no say in the matter, which means you are not a traitor to your people. Now, be a good female and try to remain in position. Before I commence with your punishment, I want to see how many fingers I can fit inside this tight, soaking wet pussy of yours.”
Chapter23
JENNY
Pleasure mingles with discomfort,and I gasp as Brute adds a fourth finger to my aching core. Dear God, does he plan to add all six digits on his hand? I really hope not. I have no idea how he’s managed four, and I struggle for air as I fight the urge to fall out of position. My legs are trembling, and my knees feel so weak, it’s a miracle I haven’t collapsed to the floor yet.
Brute kneels lower behind me, and my face flames because I know he has a close-up view of my nether parts. Every few seconds, I see a glimpse of how I appear from his point of view. I never realized how swollen and wet my center could become during arousal, and I can’t believe he’s able to shove a fifth digit inside my tightness.
“Oh! It’s too much.” A whimpering moan catches in my throat. “Please.”
“You are very tight, little female, but it’s not too much. In fact, I believe you can take more, though I will stop at five fingers. Perhaps tomorrow, we’ll attempt six.” He withdraws slightly only to shove straight back inside.
I notice he doesn’t go deep enough to steal my innocence, and I remember his comments about wanting to tear through it with one of his cocks when he finally claims me. I flush at the thought and my pulse hammers faster. He continues pummeling my core for a while longer, then withdraws entirely and issues a rumbling growl. I glance over my shoulder just as he slips his fingers, which are coated in my arousal, into his mouth. He meets my eyes as he licks his digits clean, and I feel his immense gratification through the bond, as well as how ravenous he was to taste me.
He rises to his feet and opens the box. I watch as he riffles through the contents, my heart beating loudly in my ears.The strap. Please not the strap. I pray he changes his mind. The spankings he’s given me hurt terribly, and I cannot fathom the pain of a whipping.
But he believes I risked my safety, and he intends to make sure I never break his rule about not walking in the corridors alone again.
When he comes away with a metallic phallus-shaped object (with a wide base) and a bottle filled with clear liquid, I peer at the items in confusion for a few seconds… until he sends me a graphic mental image of his intentions, and I jolt out of position.
My dress falls back into place as I turn to face him, and I hold my hands up in a defensive gesture. “No. You can’t. It’ll never fit.” I reach back to shield my bottom, stunned that he truly wants to put that big thing in my asshole.
His displeased growl reverberates in the alcove.Get back into position, little female. Get back into position, or the punishment you have coming will be so much worse than I’m already planning.
“Why? Why do you want to put that in my bottom?” I back against the adjacent bench, and I cast a longing glance at the curtain as I consider my chances of escape.
He grins, though it’s not a very friendly smile, and not for the first time I’m taken aback by his sharp, pointed teeth. He holds up the plug. It’s about half the size of his appendages, but it’s stillhuge.
Because I want to train your bottom, Jenny. I want to train your bottom to accept my upper shaft. When I finally claim you, I want to make sure you’re able to take both my cocks at the same time. One in your soaking pussy, and one in your tight back hole.
I gasp, stunned by his announcement. Trepidation fills me, but despite my fear, I cannot stop the growing ache between my thighs. Heated pulses surge and surge, and I soon feel the wetness of my arousal leaking on to my inner thighs.
