Elena

Bane marches me inside of the ship and doesn’t stop until we’ve entered one of the small rooms in the back.

“Let go of me!” I shout. He ignores me but it still feels good to shout at him. Things have been building for some time now and I’m starting to realize maybe all I needed was a really good fight, the opportunity to let it all out.

He tosses me down on the bed but I try to get right back up again.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he says, grabbing onto my arms. And then we can both feel a shift under our feet. We’re already starting to move. “See, there’s nowhere to go. We’re taking off.”

Still, I try to push past him.

“Stop it, Elena!” His sharp tone surprises me. He’s never raised his voice to me before. “If you don’t settle down I will tie you to this bed.”

“You wouldn’t,” I say, slightly horrified and turned on by the idea all at the same time. Out of curiosity, I make a move for the door one more time. I know there’s no getting off of this ship now but at least I could go somewhere else, somewhere I won’t have to see Bane. Before I can leave, he grabs ahold of me and tosses me back on the bed. I watch as he takes the blanket from the floor and tears off strips. Then he moves toward me like a lion stalking his prey. His eyes are such a deep brown, they’re radiating intensity. So much so that I can’t look away and suddenly, I don’t want to fight him anymore.

The air has shifted in the room. He climbs on the bed and straddles me, first taking hold of one of my arms and tying my wrist to the metal bedpost. It’s tight enough to hold me in place but it doesn’t hurt, the blanket is soft on my bare skin. Without hesitating, he grabs my other wrist and does the same thing. “You didn’t let me finish. Vruzzy can get the information you have anywhere in the galaxy. We’re not giving up, Elena.”

I should yell at him to let me go, but I can barely breathe. His hard cock presses into me while he works to secure my arms. Suddenly, I’ve never wanted him more and it doesn’t matter that I should still be upset with him because my body doesn’t care. My body remembers him and what he can do to give me more pleasure than I have ever known possible. I am his and always will be.

This realization is significant. Because in this moment, I could care less about my story or what my co-workers think about my work. If he asked me to give it all up for him, I would.

“You left me no choice,” he says. He has moved off of me and now stands at the end of the bed looking down at me. Without breaking eye contact he pulls his shirt over his head, exposing his defined, molded abs and chest along with all of the markings on his skin that give him that added bad boy look. “I don’t want to hurt you because you’ve been through a lot. Are you sore?”

Instead of answering, I nod my head. I’m about to remind him that I’ve been through a lot because of him but before I can give him anymore of my sass, a look passes over his face, something similar to pained regret.

“Where?” he asks, slowly unbuckling his belt.

“My legs and arms.” My words aren’t more than a whisper and I can’t tear my eyes from him as he slowly continues to undress.

“You will tell me if I hurt you.” He lets his pants drop to the floor and I gasp. Every time I see his cock it looks like it has grown another size and right now I can’t believe I ever took all of that thing. “Answer me,” he says, snapping me out of my trance.

“Yes, I will tell you if you hurt me.”

“Good girl.”

He kneels on the end of the bed and gently takes my leg in his hands, lifting it just a little so he can examine the bruises.

“These are from the injections?” he asks.

I nod as he gently brushes his fingers over my leg. The bruises are clustered around my thigh but he’s so gentle with his touch it doesn’t hurt. He switches to the other leg and examines that one as well. His face forms a scowl as he gently touches the bruises on this leg.

“I hate that they hurt you.” A shadow passes over his face, his anger taking over his thoughts. “They told me they wouldn’t.”

“It’s just from the injections. It wasn’t that bad.”

He looks up at me and I try to give him a small smile. The shadows clear just a bit. I’m about to ask him to clarify what he means that they told him they wouldn’t hurt me when he leans over me and kisses me gently. It has been too long since I have felt his lips on mine. I part them for him and take his tongue deep in my mouth as if his kiss is the first taste of water I’ve had after being stranded and alone in a desert. I’d give anything to throw my arms around his neck and hold him to me but my arms are still tied securely in place.

When he finally pulls away, there’s a steady throb in my pussy and I’m so wet for him. “I will make it up to you,” he says, moving down my body to the end of the bed again. He slips my gown up, over my waist and tugs my panties down. He’s so gentle with my bruises that it makes my eyes tear up. “Relax and let me pleasure you.”

He spreads my legs wide and leans down. The first thing I feel is the flick of his tongue against my clit. It makes me gasp and pull against my restraints. And then, a moment later his entire tongue explores me with long, languid licks. My body relaxes into the mattress as a pleasant warmth fills my body, releasing any tension or anger I might have felt before. He takes his time and this experience slowly turns into its own kind of torture. The kind where I feel the need to beg him to make me come.

“Don’t come yet,” he says.

“Ohhh,” I say, moaning my frustration. “Please Bane, please.”

“No, not yet.” He continues to roll his tongue over my clit but he’s so slow about it that I’m able to keep my orgasm at bay. Eventually, he pushes his finger inside of me, massaging me and searching for my G-spot. He pushes a second finger inside and I don’t have the strength to resist much longer. I’m pulling against the restraints again, moving my hips for added friction. I’m about to ignore his demands and let myself come anyway when he pulls his fingers out and leans back on the bed. The loss of him is painful and I cry out in frustration.

“Easy,” Bane says. He takes the head of his cock and rubs it against my opening, coating it in my arousal. He does it again, using his hand to coat his entire cock. “I will never let you go again,” he says. I have a lot of questions to go along with his statement, but before I can worry about any of them, he thrusts his cock inside of me with one hard, aggressive push. I tense into the restraints, clenching my jaw against the biting pain of taking his huge cock so quickly.

He leans down and kisses me, claiming my lips just as he has claimed my body. When he slides his tongue inside and kisses me so deeply and passionately, the pain I feel begins to fade away, quickly being replaced by a pleasant throbbing.

“My lover,” he says into my mouth. “My mate.” He brushes my hair off of my face, gazing into my eyes. Then, he slowly pulls out and eases back in. “I will start slow,” he says, pulling out and easing back in, again and again. “But soon, I will fuck you hard.”

I whimper at his words and from the delightful friction of his ribbed cock as he continues to slowly thrust so deep inside of me. He continues with his easy, slow pace until I’m ready to beg him to speed up. He’s making me crazy with the desire to come. All other thoughts have left my mind and all I can focus on is him and the way he knows just what to do with me to have me screaming from pleasure.

“Faster, Bane.” I’m breathless and reeling, knowing that he’s in charge but hoping he’ll listen to my pleas anyway.

He leans back and scoots his knees forward so they lift my ass off of the bed, angling my hips and pulling my knees back so he can thrust into me from this position. I’m trembling from the anticipation of it all when his hands trace their way up my arms and he slides his fingers through mine. For a moment I think he’s going to untie me, but he doesn’t. He’s clasping my hands, leaning slightly over me when he starts to thrust, harder this time.

He thrusts again, jolting my whole body back, the restraints straining. With each thrust there’s a loud slap of skin hitting skin as my breasts bounce wildly.

“Oh, God,” I say, moaning loudly. Bane moves his hands from mine and down to my chest, cupping my breasts. With each thrust, he squeezes them, giving me intense pleasure all over my body. His thumbs brush over my sensitive nipples and then gently roll over them.

“You are so, so tight,” he says, continuing his relentless thrusts. His hands move once again down my body where he holds tightly onto my hips. He thrusts into me again, close to losing control himself.

“Come for me,” he finally says. As if his words are completely attuned to my body, I relax slightly and let all of the sensations wash over me. The orgasm that I’ve been begging for begins like a slow burn inside of me until it explodes into waves of pleasure washing through my body. While Bane continues to thrust there’s no rest from the sensations. As soon as my first orgasm begins to fade, the next bursts inside of me without any warning. This continues three more times until Bane finally comes and I feel like I’m close to passing out from the incredible pleasure.

After a few moments, he reaches up and unties my restraints. My arms fall around his neck while he slowly kisses my forehead, neck and lips, all the while his cock slowly pulses inside of me. We lay like this for a while until eventually he pulls out. He still holds me close in his arms and I realize how much I wanted this feeling, even though I told myself I didn’t need it. If he was telling me the truth, he claims that he will never let me go. And if I’m honest, I’m curious as to what he’s thinking.

“So, where are we going?” I ask, content to lie in his arms like this as long as he’ll let me.

“Nimbus,” he says. “We will both be safe there.”

There are still so many questions to be answered, but for now, I’m content to just be here, with him.