Chapter Sixteen
Primaria, one week later…
As Lana predicted, news of the explosion spread faster than light speed across space from the colony to Primaria. Rumors were flying around Ariad about her involvement and how the General had stepped in to save her by reclaiming her as his mate. And while deemed a romantic gesture by many, with the North Mine explosion fresh in the minds of the citizens, and with the full story unclear and all responsible still unknown, they were on edge. Trask didn’t think it safe for her to be unguarded, and he didn’t want her leaving home without him. Therefore, with suspicion surrounding her and two active investigations still ongoing, she was confined to the house by Trask’s decree and the Princep’s recommendation.
Bored out of her mind, Lana wandered the spacious house alone. A prisoner, though she hadn’t been convicted of a crime. And while he worked, she had nothing to do. Not even mundane housework to pass the time since he had every gadget available through Primarian technology to do it for him. The communication devices didn’t recognize her handprint and voice commands any longer, so she couldn’t contact her friends to beg a visit and relieve her of this brain-numbing monotony. Hell, if she wanted a cup of simulated coffee—which was a far cry from the real thing, but coffee beans didn’t exist on Primaria—then she was out of luck because the beverage dispenser was tied to the household management program.
Trask hadn’t left her like this on purpose. He’d been called away before getting the chance to give her access. Before that, they’d been busy having sex—lots of it. So much so, she was tender in places she’d forgotten she had—something not altogether unpleasant, since it reminded her of him and was something to think about at least while she paced the long upstairs corridor.
It had only been hours. What would it be like if they couldn’t solve the mine mysteries and her sentence under house arrest extended into days, weeks, or heaven forbid, months? The answer came to her quickly—she’d lose it. Being confined to a spaceship had been difficult, but at least they made frequent stops and, as part of the landing team, she’d gotten to explore and dig in the dirt, collecting samples.
“That’s it!” she declared to the empty hallway. “I’ll work in the garden.”
She whirled and headed for the stairs as eager as a kid on Christmas at the prospect of a new toy. Her excitement faded halfway down the flight when she noted something was missing from the entryway. The fuchsia and purple-leafed white bark tree which she had lovingly tended and brought back to life in the few short weeks she’d lived here before was gone. Its place was empty; the artisan-sculpted, hand-painted pot she’d scoured the street market to find—gone. She twisted and looked back at the landing at the top of the stairs. The four-foot high bonsai tree—what she called it for lack of a better name because it looked remarkably like those on Earth—wasn’t in its place, either.
Lana rushed down the stairs and made her way toward the back of the residence, noting as she went, other plants had disappeared, including the yellow palm in the kitchen which had been there when she initially arrived. Had he neglected to water them? Or, had he gotten rid of them because they were a bitter reminder of her?
Fearing it was the latter, she raced out the back door and into the courtyard. As she crossed the flagstone patio, she lurched forward, falling to her hands and knees when she tripped over something in her path. She didn’t look back to see what it was, nor did she respond when the warrior guard at the back gate inquired in a shout if she was injured. She could only stare at the place where her garden had once been.
The three crimson bushes with the satiny petals that resembled roses should have been in full bloom by now. Eva had promised with the year-round rainfall and temperate climate they needed very little tending. They wouldn’t have been a bother to Trask, so there wasn’t any reason to get rid of them. But they were gone, as were the fruits and vegetables she’d planted, leeks, rhubarb, and two raspberry bushes—all perennials which would have come back year after year without effort. There was nothing but grass where her garden had been. If she hadn’t dug it herself, she wouldn’t have been able to tell it was ever there because there wasn’t a hint of a bump or a dip, as if someone wanted all reminders of what had once been there, obliterated.
Sorrow gripped her insides at further proof of what she’d done to him by leaving.
Her palms burned, but not nearly as much as her eyes as they pooled with tears. She scrambled to her feet and rushed for the door before she fell apart, but she collided hard with the guard who stood as silent as a statue behind her.
“Excuse me,” she whispered, trying to circle him.
He caught her arm. “You’re hurt. I’ll notify the general and summon a physic.”
She shook her head, her voice raspy from the fiery rawness in her throat when she insisted, “I’m fine.”
“But you’re crying. I’ll send a transmission to your mate now.”
“Please don’t—” She wiped beneath her eyes before she glanced up at the guard. “I’m sorry. I forgot your name.”
“Remus.”
“I tripped is all.” He grasped her hands and turned them palms up. They were scraped, which explained the sting, but they weren’t bleeding. “See. I’ll clean them up, and they’ll be fine.”
“You’re sure?”
“Positive.” He frowned with uncertainty gleaming in his violet eyes. “I haven’t seen you before.” She’d remember those eyes.
“I am one of Primaria’s elite guards.”
“And you’re stuck here guarding me.” She felt bad he’d drawn such a crappy assignment and repeated, “I’m sorry.”
“Why? It is an honor to see to your protection when the general cannot.”
“But I’m accused of—”
“I heard about what happened from Tarus, my brother.”
He was the warrior nearly sucked into the volcanic crater with her. “How is he doing?”
“Recovered and back to his duties. He said he almost died and you helped save him. He didn’t believe for a minute you’d have been foolish enough to linger at the blast site if you’d set the charges. We’ll get to the bottom of this and clear your name.”
Two people believed her, at least. Three counting Beck. She wasn’t sure Trask was convinced; she’d destroyed his trust. Still, she found the guard’s reassurances comforting. She nodded and started for the house, but after a step, stopped and looked up at him again. “Remus, may I ask you a question?”
“Certainly.”
“When the bonded mates aren’t fated, is love guaranteed?”
“No. Only fated mates are assured that emotion. But it often grows between those with strong matches.”
“And is anything ensured with weak ones?”
“Usually not. That’s why we have the database and strive for the strongest pairing possible.”
“Are weak matches destined for misery?”
“No, Trask’s mate.”
“Please, call me Lana.”
“Even weak matches are assured of a bond, Lana, as long as the pair is deemed compatible. It is the Primarian way, and contentment inevitably follows.”
“Contentment,” she echoed his word dully. “Well, doesn’t that sound grand.” She also muttered under her breath, “I could get the same thing from my battery-operated PPD.”
“Pardon?”
Oops. She hadn’t meant for him to hear the last bit. When she saw his confusion, she felt assured he didn’t know PPD stood for personal pleasure device. “It’s nothing,” she replied, waving it off. “I appreciate your time and your candor.”
“You’re welcome, Lana. But if I can be frank another moment, I’d like to say thank you.”
“For what?”
“The general has been more pleasant to be around since you came back. I heard him laugh this morning.”
“He didn’t when I was away?”
“Quite the opposite. I won’t go into detail, but it made for long days and extremely difficult training sessions. On behalf of the warriors under his command, we are grateful you’re back. These last few days, the look on his face and the snap in his stride speaks of much more than contentment.”
Because he’d had sex, lots of it. Still, she was encouraged.
“He might grind my bones to dust for saying so, but I have served with him closely for years, and I know him well.”
She smiled, much relieved. “Your mate must be more than content with you, Remus. You are very kind.”
“I’m not matched yet. I thought to try with one of your females, but another warrior snatched her up before I could make it happen.”
“How is that possible? I thought you went by testing.”
“Yes, but Maggie and her mate skipped a few steps.”
“Ah, you lost out to the commander.” She shook her head, sad for the handsome young warrior. “They are fated. You have to know you didn’t stand a chance; destiny conspired against you.”
“I do now. She didn’t at the time, but Roth made it clear to me, to both of us. It was most peculiar how it happened.”
“I heard their courtship was, um…unconventional.” Her captain and the commander’s connection was so strong they bonded through oral sex. But she didn’t transform until she admitted her love for him—something unheard of between Primarian couples. But as everyone kept saying, human-Primarian mate-bonding was full of surprises. “If fate, has a hand in all of this, Maggie wasn’t meant for you and another is out there waiting. Isn’t that what you believe?”
“It is. Who is meant to be together is fate, as part of the Maker’s design.”
“I wish I had as much faith as you do.”
“You will in time, Lana. All who come to Primaria see His hand in one way or another.”
“I hope so.”
“I know so.”
Nodding, she turned to the house one final time and within a few steps, promptly tripped again.
This time, Remus was there to catch her.
“I’ll call a mason to have this fixed right away.”
She glanced behind her at a flagstone sticking up above the others, no more than a half inch, but enough to catch the toe of her shoe. “My thanks,” she told him with an embarrassed smile. “Because it seems to be a magnet for my feet.”
Once inside, she made a conscious effort not to look at the empty places where her pots with trees and plants used to be, and went upstairs to their room to think and, with a headache building behind her eyes, perhaps nap it away.
***
After an hour of trying, sleep wouldn’t come. She just couldn’t shut down her brain. So, she paced, but this time did it with a purpose—solving the puzzle of the bewildering hodgepodge of padded slats, boards, and pulleys in the corner of their bedroom that had bugged her for a year. Evidently, the thing was standard issue for every adult Primarian male. During their visits on Terra Nova, the topic had come up, and Eva and Eryn had gushed and giggled over it, declaring hands down it was the greatest invention of the modern era.
She eyed the strange device skeptically. That it was a mind-blowing sexual aid, not the clothing rack she’d always assumed, boggled her mind.
“Okay, mate’s helper,” she muttered. “How do you work?”
With her bare foot, she gave the sturdy base a nudge. It did nothing, not that she’d expected it to. She’d already searched it on all sides and couldn’t find a switch or controls to activate it. There was no electrical plug or battery pack, but it had to be powered by something.
“Maybe it’s voice activated.” She cleared her throat and gave it a try. “Mate’s helper, turn on.”
She giggled, thinking if any command got it going, that would. Except it sat there like the inanimate object it was. No noise indicating it was powering up, nothing beeped or buzzed, and no lights flashed. Trying anything, she clapped her hands twice. Still no response. Then, like a goofball, and because nothing else had worked, she waved her hands over it with a flourish and said the magic words. “Abracadabra!”
Naturally, it didn’t respond. Glaring at it, she muttered, “Stupid thing. Eryn went on and on about it, bordering on information overload when she described her favorite position two, her favorite with Ram—” Abruptly, she stopped, eyeing the stubborn machine. “Can it be that simple?”
“Mate’s helper position two.”
It hummed to life, but nothing else.
Getting closer, she tapped her finger against her lips while she tried to figure out what else might work. She’d had a toy as a child that didn’t activate until she stepped on the foot pedals. This thing had two, low near the floor.
“I guess it’s worth a try,” she muttered, frustration and boredom making her determined to figure the damn thing out. “It’s not like my afternoon schedule is booked or anything.”
Facing it, she put her foot on the right pedal. When it hummed louder, she shifted her weight and tentatively set her left foot on the other. As she stood inches off the floor on the end of the convoluted device, it started to move. Lana grabbed hold of the two handles which appeared out of nowhere, her fingers sliding like they were made for her into the preformed grooves. She held on tight as slats shifted, boards angled up and back, and the pedals she stood on spread farther apart. While all this was going on, she prepared to ditch the whole idea and jump off the crazy thing.
In front of her, a thickly padded board moved into place vertical and parallel to her body then the whole thing shifted forward until she was facing the floor. With her arms in front of her, knees bent, and her ass in the air, she was positioned on all fours. It wasn’t uncomfortable but quite bizarre, and she couldn’t keep from giggling.
Unquestionably, this was something Trask would enjoy. She pictured him naked, standing between her spread legs, thrusting into her from behind. With her ass at the perfect height for him, she imagined he’d find the position useful for other things, like the sensual punishments her friends had mentioned.
Tingling in several places, she felt herself becoming damp between her thighs. She closed her eyes and fantasized about Trask on his knees, using his magical tongue to make her wetter. And her naughty daydream didn’t stop there; her mate slid his long fingers inside her while he swatted her bare backside. In between sensual spanks, he’d rub away the sting, massaging her ass with his big hands while he dove back in face first and greedily feasted on her pussy.
Her hips moved restlessly, and she blushed although no one was around to see her or guess where her naughty mind had gone. Growing more daring, as the heat and ache between her thighs built, she whispered, “Let’s see what else this baby can do. Mate’s helper, position…” Since she didn’t have a clue what any of them were, other than two, she picked a number at random. “Nine.”
Instantly, the device whirred and twisted, taking her along with it. She wasn’t sure where she would end up, but when the handles stretched over her head and the unit stood her upright and then paused—basically, back where she had started—she had to be honest that she was disappointed.
“Is that it?” she muttered, but an instant later, when straps shot out and encircled her wrists, she regretted her words. It happened fast like they were spring-loaded, and she didn’t have a chance to react. While she tugged at them helplessly, a whish, whish, whish sounded, and something snug wrapped around her waist and surrounded both ankles. She tried to twist and see her feet, but her body was stretched too tautly, held firm by the additional straps coiled around her ankles—since she couldn’t see, she assumed they were the same as on her wrists—and a band, like a wide belt, around her waist.
Before she could blink, curse, or scream for help, the thing spun her vertically, heels over head, feet to the ceiling, hair brushing the floor, wrong-side up! To make matters worse, not that they weren’t bad enough strung up to a contraption that seemed to have a mind of its own, her skirt slid down over her face, obscuring her vision.
There she was, hanging upside down with her hands bound, legs spread wide apart, ankles pinned to boards, and, since she was pantyless—like all Primarian women were under their dresses—her ass was bared and pussy exposed. And, she’d left the door open.
Holy Crap!
Anyone could walk in. One of the guards, how mortifying! Or worse, Adria—she’d never live it down. And, Trask, heaven forbid, would know in a glance she’d been enjoying what she’d been up to.
“Mate’s helper, go back!” she called. Nothing.
“Home,” she tried, but got not so much as a twitch.
“I want off this crazy ride, dammit!”
It didn’t respond to her panicked commands. Instead, she heard a sound. Not the humming or whirring like before, but a buzzing somewhere above her head. Or more accurately, in the position, she was in, below her waist.
She jumped when something cold and smooth touched her sex. “Oh my God!” she squealed not even a second later. It was vibrating.
It stroked lightly over the outer folds of her pussy. Although she was freaked out and tense, it felt good, especially when it started to buzz faster and pressed inward, parting her slit right over her clit. With her face covered, and since no one was around, she closed her eyes and groaned.
The vibrations sped up, and her body tensed as pleasure arced in waves from her center up through her belly, and outward to her toes, fingers, and to the top of her head. Everything that protruded either tingled or stood on end—hair, nose, nipples, and her skin which broke out in goose bumps.
“Holy fuck!” she moaned.
Her battery-operated PPD had nothing on the mate’s helper which was supercharged. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, the thing cranked up another degree, and her body jerked as an orgasm crashed over her in overlapping waves.
When it didn’t stop and let her catch her breath, Lana tried to twist away, but the band around her waist and the four-point restraints wouldn’t allow her to. It pressed onward, ceaselessly buzzing away at her sensitive nub.
“No,” she groaned, completely weirded out by being relentlessly and expertly dominated by a machine.
When would it stop? Or maybe, she had to tell it to.
“Mate’s helper, off,” she gasped.
But naturally, the damn thing kept right on going.
“Stop!” she pleaded between panting breaths as another climax built. Next, she repeated, “Position two!” hoping the command would send it back to the previous nonthreatening position.
It didn’t respond. In fact, she felt something else glide over her bottom. When it slid along the cleft and delved between her cheeks, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what it intended next. Thanks to her inquisitive nature, she was about to get a genuine, honest-to-God alien probe!
This one was not only cold, but wet—how convenient the helper comes pre-lubed. And since it was slippery, it got right down to business, aligning with her tightly clenched hole in back.
When it started to press inward, she whimpered. This was not how she wanted to lose her anal virginity. She bucked, arching away while pulling at her restraints.
Her struggles got a reaction, but not the one she wanted. Instead of relenting, the sadistic device became more determined. The band at her waist tightened, as did the bindings holding her ankles. The unit made other adjustments to compensate for its uncooperative rider, and moved all four limbs farther apart until her body was stretched to her limit like on a medieval rack, but in the shape of an X.
“Please stop,” she begged frantically as the shaft pressed relentlessly forward. She yelped as the tip slid inward; it felt huge.
“Lana?”
She froze, straining to hear. Bad move, this allowed the probe to push past her sphincter. It entered with a pop.
But Trask was home. Thank God! And not a moment too soon because the damn thing in her ass also started buzzing!
“Help!” she called half wail, half groan.
“Where are you?”
“Bedroom. Hurry!”
With both vibrators humming away, the one in the back started to pump, going a fraction deeper with each glide. She broke out in a sweat as—incredibly—a third orgasm began to build. “Oh my God!” she squealed, unable to do anything but hang there and take it.
“Lana? What the hell?”
“Trask, please, make it stop!”
“Mate’s helper, reset!” he barked.
Immediately, the buzzing stopped, and the probe—with another pop from it and a shriek from her—retreated. Her torture session over, she went limp.
The unit spun her around the next moment, and she was upright, her hair in her face. Gentle hands brushed it back from her forehead and cheeks which left her staring at her rescuer, his eyes were wide with shock.
“Thank heavens you came.”
He blinked and a moment later his lips twitched, which was about the time she realized what she’d said. Unable to retract her words, she felt heat rush into her already-flushed face until her skin felt scalded. Her heart raced, and her skin was damp, but not entirely from embarrassment or from standing on her head the last ten or twenty minutes.
“Are you sure, paulova? Because you look like I interrupted before you did.”
When she scowled, he burst into laughter, which made her scowl more.
“Very funny,” she muttered, though it was drowned out by his low, rich, uninhibited laugh. He might have stopped her wild mechanical sex ride, but the restraints still had her immobilized. “Go on, get it out of your system, but can you hurry? I’d like to be set free.”
But he didn’t need her permission, and he was too far gone as it was, doubled over, belly laughing with tears streaming down his face.
“Trask!”
He ignored her pleas as much as the damn machine had. She tried the words he’d used, “Mate’s helper, reset.” When that didn’t set her free, she cried in frustration, “Release me!”
It started buzzing and whirring at the same time Trask shouted, “No! Helper, end session.”
As suddenly as they’d begun again, all the pulleys stopped pulling, and the buzzers stopped buzzing, and the restraints slid back into their mysterious concealed slots.
Free at last, she fell forward on rubbery legs, right into his arms.
Still chuckling, he buried his face in her neck. “Lana, if you wanted to play, you had only to ask.”
She shoved at his shoulder. “I thought you were a general, not a comedian.” Though she tried to stop it, tears stung her eyes.
“Aw, sweet mate, don’t cry. I was teasing.”
“And I was scared, bound, and…and…” She wriggled to get free. “I don’t want to talk about it ever again.”
He refused to let her go, pulling her close, just as, to her frustration, she burst into tears.
“Aw, baby, there now. I’m sorry for laughing.”
Her head came up, and she gaped at him.
“What’s wrong now?”
“You’ve never called me that before.”
“What?”
“Baby.”
“Is it wrong?”
“No. It’s human.”
He brushed her damp cheek with the edge of his thumb. “I’ve been around your kind for a year now; I guess I picked it up along with some of those vulgar terms you don’t like. It seemed appropriate for the situation. I won’t call you it again if it bothers you.”
Her lower lip quivered before she wailed, “No! I like it.”
He gathered her to his chest again and rocked her. When that didn’t lessen her weeping, he swept her up in his arms and carried her to their bed. Long minutes of soothing caresses and tender kisses later, she finally calmed.
Only then did he pull away enough to prop himself on a forearm and use the edge of the sheet to wipe her face.
“Ready to tell me what you were doing using the mate’s helper without me?”
“No.”
“Paulova…”
“Fine. I was bored and curious. You’d never—I mean, we haven’t ever—” She flung her hand toward the corner and sneered. “I’d heard stories about how wonderful that thing was, but it was awful. And my friends were either taking me for a ride or exaggerating.”
“Not if they used it with their mate and he knew what he was doing.”
It was a gentle scold, and, of course, he was right. But she’d never been one to read an instruction manual. She’d always been able to figure things out for herself.
“Release to the helper doesn’t mean what you think it does.”
“It doesn’t?”
“It would have kept going until you found your release.”
“Again?” she gasped.
“You mean you’d already—?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Several times.”
“And you think that’s awful?”
She peeked up at him and found him grinning. “Yes, when the stupid thing doesn’t know when ‘stop’ means stop. And it sure as heck hasn’t been programmed to understand the concept of ‘no.’”
“Correct. Those words come up often during play sessions with the helper and are sometimes part of the game, so it’s programmed to respond to different commands on purpose. Usually, this is discussed, so it’s understood in advance, which we would have done if you had waited.”
She wrinkled her nose at his not-so-subtle admonishment. “Well, none of it matters now because it will be a cold day on Primaria before I get on that ride again.”
“I think I can convince you otherwise.”
“I think not.”
“Mm… So, we’ll do it the old-fashioned way.”
She snuggled into his chest. “Suits me fine, big guy.”
“Good. Get on your knees facing the head of the bed.”
“What? Now?”
“You’re breathing fast and I can feel your heart racing in your chest, which I suspect isn’t all due to fear.”
“That last bit was scary.”
“But imagine if I had been with you all along, kissing your lips, caressing your skin, whispering in your ear. I heard you call position two, did you try it?”
“Yes, er— Uh, one of my friends said she and her mate like that one a lot.”
“I bet. Did you?”
She shrugged but pressed her face against the side of his neck as she recalled her wicked thoughts.
“There is no reason to be timid around me, especially when there is something you enjoy. An advanced position such as nine may have frightened you, but two is something we’ve done without the helper. It’s one I enjoy a lot, too. You’re beautiful when on your knees and bent forward, the creamy expanse of your back bared, the long line of your spine tapering to your narrow waist and curved hips, your milky-white cheeks aimed upward, smooth thighs parted to reveal glistening pink in between; the view is particularly arousing for me. And while I drive inside of you, my hands are free to explore. While teasing your nipples with one hand, I can stimulate the nub at the front of your sex with the other, making you scream with pleasure, not fear.”
She squirmed, his explicit descriptions getting her hot, making her willing to explore anything and everything with him.
“Tell me, while in this position, before things got out of hand, did you fantasize about your mate giving you a swat or two on your behind?” He chuckled when she licked her lips and swallowed, hard. “No need to answer, you have a very expressive face, my lovely Lana. On your knees as I told you.”
Trask moved first, giving her room to flip over. She crawled to the head of the bed facing the wall and watched her reflection in the strategically placed mirror. Her breath hitched and her pulse lept when she saw him move in behind her gloriously naked.
“Arms up. We don’t need this gown. It will only be in my way.”
Obediently, she put her hands in the air, and he whisked the lightweight, warm weather dress over her head. With her kneeling naked before him, he wrapped himself around her, his fingers stroking up her arms while his mouth sought the curve of her neck. She angled her head, inviting more.
“You always taste so sweet.” He licked up to her ear, the sensation of his tongue and warm breath on the sensitive spot of her neck instantly peaked her nipples. “Stay as you are,” he murmured. “I’ll be back.”
In the mirror, she watched him leave the bed. When he was out of sight, she turned her head, searching for him.
“Eyes straight ahead, Lana. You’ll spoil my surprise.”
Facing front, she waited, her body humming with anticipation. When he moved in behind her again, he was as naked as she was.
Their reflection in the mirror, dark beside light, broad and sturdy next to small and delicate, their bodies together were a stunning contrast. Her eyes followed his hands caressing her body, bronze skin gliding over cream and rosy pink. He cupped her breasts and flicked her nipples with the edge of his thumbs sending currents of desire coursing down her belly to the wet center between her thighs.
Lana leaned back, rolling her head to the side until her lips grazed his jaw.
“Ready to play, baby?”
“Yes, please,” she replied while arching her back, lifting her swollen breasts, and pressing them into his palms.
“Give me your hands.”
Puzzled, she raised them in front of her.
“Palms together,” he ordered further. When she complied, he pulled free the narrow leather tie from his hair. He encircled her wrists with it once, which was all the limited length would allow, and then knotted the ends around the bit of slack he’d left between them. As a restraint, it wasn’t sturdy, but she didn’t think he’d intended it to be.
With his hands spanning her waist, he settled her on his lap.
“Drape your legs over mine.”
When she did, she exposed the wet inner folds of her pussy. Seeing herself so intimately displayed in the mirror, she tried to slam them shut, but his hands curled around her inner thighs and held her in place.
“Uh-uh, stay where you are.” He spread his legs which moved hers farther apart, and she watched as his fingers slid through her slickness. When he shifted behind her, his erect shaft sprang free and grazed along the length of her splayed pussy.
“Put your hands behind my neck.”
She frowned a moment then twisted.
“No, paulova. Raise them over your head and slid them behind me.”
“Okay,” she murmured, stretching to do as he asked, but he had to duck his head to help her out. He pulled his hair from beneath her bound hands where it was trapped and let it fall like satin over her wrists and linked fingers.
“Now, look in the mirror at how beautiful you are.”
Her gaze met his first, dark with passion in the reflection. It moved over his handsome face, framed by the whiteness of her raised arms and down to where his chin rested on her shoulder. From there, her eyes traced a path down to her chest to where his busy fingers plucked, rolled, and tugged on her nipples, not soft, but firm enough to make the inner walls of her sex clench with anticipation.
His hands moved downward and framed the pink glistening folds between her gaped thighs. “You’re warm and very, very wet. Raise up and take me inside you.”
She tried, using his neck for leverage as she raised her hips high, though not enough to get the tip of his long shaft into position. Once more, he had to help, lifting her until their bodies aligned, ready for his first upward thrust, but he didn’t. Instead, with the head at her opening, he let her gradually slide onto him, her body weight easing her down. A moan of pleasure broke free when his generous size stretched her inner walls. Each time he took her, she was surprised they fit.
Once she sat on his lap again, he slowly pulsed his hips to ensure he was fully seated.
“Heaven can’t be as glorious as being inside you, sweet mate.”
“I feel the same when you’re filling me, Trask.”
“You want more?”
She nodded, biting her lip as spirals of ecstasy threatened to send her too quickly over the edge.
“Then ride me.”
His hands guided her at first, but soon she caught the rhythm, coming almost all the way off and letting gravity carry her back down in a breathtaking glide. He released her waist, one hand coming up to her breast, busy fingers at play again, the other moved low, and lightly stroked the skin of her mound. “Look how perfectly we fit together, Lana.”
Her eyes homed in on his fingers holding her sex spread wide, revealing his shaft appearing and disappearing inside her glistening folds as she writhed on top of him. Fascinated, she couldn’t look away.
His voice was a husky growl in her ear. “I’ll never tire of watching your tight cunt, drenched with your nectar, greedily taking my cock.”
She sucked in a breath, surprised by his graphic speech, and aroused more by its eroticism. She didn’t break her rhythm even when his fingers dipped inside, stroking her inner folds, circling where they joined. No barriers stood between him and what he wanted to see, touch, feel.
Lana closed her eyes as she undulated on top of him, swept up by the waves of desire as they intensified and carried her inexorably toward a culmination. A faint buzzing reached her ears at the same time a jolt of current shot through her clit.
“Trask,” she called, her movements faltering as her eyes popped open.
“Shh, baby, don’t stop,” he murmured, as he dragged his forefinger encased in a fingertip vibrator over the folds and nub at the front of her pussy. “Think of me as your personal helper working tirelessly to bring you pleasure.”
Although she was right side up, her position wasn’t dissimilar to when he’d walked in a short time ago, arms and legs splayed, her breasts upthrust and quivering, her pussy drenched from the toy vibrating untiringly. And, he was driving her to the brink, again. She lacked only one thing. But she was more than happy to have Trask’s big cock where it was now, in an orifice able to accommodate it.
“How adventurous are you, my mate?” he asked, seeming to read her thoughts. “Have you wondered?”
Her eyes met his in the mirror, and she blatantly lied with a shake of her head.
He gave her a knowing grin. “Try again. You weren’t screaming the house down when I walked in the front door, and the probe was a third inside you when I came into the room. It wasn’t as bad as you made it out to be, was it?” She opened her mouth to declare the opposite when he gave her nipple a firm pinch in warning. “The truth.”
She pressed her lips together, rethinking what she intended to say.
“Were you in pain?”
“No,” she admitted. “It didn’t hurt so much as it felt…odd.”
“You were unsure, but also excited because you think it’s naughty.”
“Yes,” she groaned as he concentrated the vibrator directly on her clit.
“It also shocked you, having your naughty desires fulfilled by a machine rather than a man.”
Her denial turned into a choked squawk when he tugged the hard peak he still held.
“Yes, I didn’t want to do that, with that thing.”
“It’s good you have me, the real thing, made of flesh and blood. Unhook your hands from my neck and lean forward, we’ll finish what the helper started.”
“I don’t know,” she whispered hesitantly, not convinced she wanted to, but not sure she didn’t, either. This was Trask, the man she loved, who she’d fantasized doing every wicked thing to her—including taking her ass—when they’d been apart for so long. But dreams and reality were a world apart.
“Baby, unlike the helper, I understand both stop and no. I’ll put an end to it if I hear either. Trust me, Lana. I think you’ll enjoy it if you relax.”
Biting her lip, she stared at his reflected image with uncertainty, her body crying out yes as the vibe on his finger buzzed away at her clit. Her answer came when she raised her hands and lowered them in front of her.
“That’s my brave, adventurous mate. Lean forward onto your hands while I ease the way.” He slid his palm up her spine, pressing until, with her legs still straddling his thighs, she was half crouched, half kneeling in front of him. Cool, slippery lubricant bathed her small hole in back, then she felt him there. His flesh was more forgiving than the hard probe, but he was also thicker.
“You won’t fit.”
“I will. If you relax and breathe, I’ll ease the tip inside, and then we’ll get back to playing.”
“Your idea of playtime is a bit different than mine.”
“You say that now, baby, but just wait.”
A pinch of discomfort preceded the warm stretch of her muscles and a feeling of fullness. She concentrated on keeping her bottom lax while taking air in and out until he settled the vibe back on her clit. Then her entire pelvic floor contracted. A moan slipped out, low, long, and carnal.
“It’s up to you now. As much or as little, as fast or as slow, take what you want while I enjoy having your beauty at my fingertips.”
He raised her up, looped her hands behind his head again, and resumed the two-handed caress of every curve, hollow, peak, and wet furrow. She relaxed, took more of his hardness inside of her—there was a lot to take—and soon fell into an easy though still cautious rhythm.
Trask let her set the pace for a long while, never pushing.
“Can you take more, Lana?”
“More what? You’re so deep now, more is impossible.”
With his open mouth against her neck, she felt his chuckle course through her body. “Relax and enjoy, baby.”
His buzzing finger moved lower and slipped inside her empty channel while he kept up a thrumming back-and-forth motion in front with his thumb. When he added a second long, broad finger, it was too much.
“Oh, praise be! Trask!” Overwhelmed by so many sensations at once, she flew apart, clamping down on his fingers in her pussy, and his cock now had full possession of her ass.
He removed the torturous vibe from inside her but stayed buried in back, soothing her with kisses and soft caresses, bringing her down, until she could breathe again. She thought he’d take over and get his pleasure since that was orgasm number four in an hour, but he wasn’t done with her and started building it again.
When she was writhing on his cock once more, he took control of the pace, thrusting his hips faster, though still steady, as he opened his mouth and latched onto her neck. The fingers at her nipple tugged and tweaked more firmly, and the vibe returned to her over-sensitized clit. She could only cling to him and take. In moments, she shuddered and spasmed in climax number five.
He demanded low in her ear, “Again.”
“I can’t.”
“I think you can, so unless that’s a no or a stop, you’ll come for me once more.”
She didn’t say either.
Her mate rose to his knees and began to rock into her, faster. Lana hung by her hands, supported by a hand curved over her breast, the vibe buzzing over her clit and through her folds, and impaled on his cock. She moved the only thing she could and entangled her fingers in his hair as she went along for the ride, too enraptured by Trask surrounding her, and claiming her so completely inside and out, she couldn’t speak. She was also sex drunk and careening headlong into number six. Yes, six! It seemed impossible, but it took hold of her then, and she groaned out her pleasure helplessly.
His rough growl rising in volume echoed in the room, drowning her out. He thrust hard, arms flexing tight as he slammed home and stayed there, pouring hotly into her.
The buzzing stopped, but other than his fingers switching the vibe off, he stayed wrapped around her with his face pressed into the curve of her neck and shoulder.
“Get rid of it,” she whispered drowsily.
“What’s that, baby?”
“The awful contraption; you don’t need any help.”
“I know.” He chuckled. “Why do you think it’s sat in the corner, unused?”
She would have rolled her eyes at his arrogance if she’d had the energy. As it was, he had to peel her off him and carry her into the bath. Washing her had also been up to him. He’d worn a self-satisfied grin the entire time, but she’d ignored it. And when he’d dried her, carried her back to bed, and snuggled her up beside him under the light cover, she’d promptly fallen asleep in his arms.