“It’s done. We’re alone. Did you mean it when you said yes?”
She lifted her head, with it her rosy cheeks, and nodded. “I’m sorry. Lucilla’s—”
“We’ll talk of Lucilla another time. Now I want you. In this room you must demonstrate your submission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He plucked at the fastenings of his shirt and bared his chest. His balls ached while his cock stretched the fabric of his pants into a tent. He freed it and allowed the clothing to slip down his thighs before kicking off his pants and boots. Naked, he stood by her bottom. The thin red stripes formed parallel lines across her bottom from the apex of its curvature to the crease by her thighs. The accuracy of his strokes pleased him. Taking his cock, he rubbed it over her bottom and she moaned.
“You want this, don’t you?”
A low gasp accompanied her reply. “Yes, sir.”
“In the bedroom? On the bed in a comfortable position, or here, where I will demand much from you?”
“Here,” she replied without hesitation.
It was the answer he desired, but if she’d refused his request, he’d have carried her in his arms to his quarters and given her what she desired. That was what she’d done to him, he realized, as he circled her gaping pussy with his erection, allowing her juices to coat the glans, she?
??d shifted his perspective from his world, to hers. Was that what love did? For now, he needed to claim her back to his. With her consent, he had all he needed for the next few hours. Would she endure it for him, as she had done the cane? The aylerberry had prepared her for pleasure—had its potency been sufficient?
He paused before making his thrust. “If this gets too much for you, say fire rabbit, and I’ll stop. This isn’t part of your punishment. I’ve forgiven you. I trust you again, because you trust me. Let’s do this, sweetness.”
“Please, please.” She twisted slightly and he saw the brightness in her eyes. No longer were there tears; instead he saw a yearning and she smiled.
Buoyed by her enthusiasm, he held her hips, leaned into her, and drove his cock into the depths of her wet pussy. The plug remained in place, whether it would remain there for much longer, he didn’t know. As he rocked back and forth, building momentum and force, he doubted it. He truly needed all of her.
* * *
She curled up on the bed. Marco had a special healing cream to treat her bottom. Her sore pussy he had no power to help, but she didn’t mind. It was worth it. The aylerberry had left no residual effects and the way in which it had stoked her fire had proved to be beneficial. How she would have coped with his demands without it, she didn’t know.
He’d unbound her after his first climax, and gently removed the plug. Then, she’d knelt at his feet and sucked his cock until her jaw ached, before being taken from behind twice, once in her pussy again, then her bottom hole. Throughout, he’d been firm with her, grasping her hair and holding her in place, but not once had she thought to shout out fire rabbit and end it.
Her orgasms, of which there were numerous and chained together into what felt like one long climax, had exhausted her. He’d carried her across the Volta to her rooms and quickly set about bathing and soothing her. Now he shifted and spooned his semi-clad form around her. She remained naked.
He stroked the hair out of her face. “Lucilla has been badly treated by my people, and hers too. They gave her up as a hostage to prevent further bloodshed. Her people honor hostage taking, but she was supposed to have been returned when a treaty was negotiated. Instead, she’s been kept here in secret, forcing her father to choose between another uprising or honoring the treaty. I have sent an inquiry to the appeals court and to various diplomats to highlight her situation. I await their reply.”
Freya had underestimated Marco, and the thought of that added to her sense of penitence. She should have trusted him. “Thank you. I’m sure she’ll be grateful. She’s such a meek creature and would never have created a fuss on her own.”
“She’s lucky to have you as a friend. However, you know that you should come to speak to me. Am I a tyrant?”
“No. But you’re quite rigid in your ways and I suppose I assumed you knew all there was to know about your prisoners and didn’t care.”
He sighed, pausing in his gentle caresses of her skin. “There are thousands of them here, Freya. I can’t possibly inquire after each and every one.”
“What of me? My conviction is flawed. I never stole military secrets. I only sought to understand how the terraforming works. Earth needs it.”
He rested his chin on her shoulder. “I’ll make inquiries about that too.”
She rotated, coming to face him. “Really?”
“Yes.”
She kissed his mouth and snuggled closer to him.
“You miss Earth, I know; what would make you happier?” he asked.
“I’d love to write to my parents. Reassure them I’m okay.”