She tensed. When laid out naked over his knee, there was little Lysa could do to hide her inner thoughts—her body betrayed her every time, he detected the slightest alteration in the tone of her body. “No… everyone has… good friends.”
Blake didn’t like the way she stumbled over her words. He resumed his spanking, building the heat in her globes, making sure he spread the discomfort and avoided tenderising one area.
She grunted, struggling to handle the intensity. After a few minutes, she released a cry of frustration and he stopped. His fingers slid into her hole and he targeted her g-spot.
“Oh, God,” she uttered.
“Answer my question again.”
She edged forward onto her elbows, trying to extract him from inside her. “I… suppose,” she panted, “they don’t all get on with me. The lifers… They hate us Corporation wives. Think we’re whores and the Corps think the others all hoity-toity types.”
He shook his finger inside her, edging her closer. “Tell me something I don’t already know.”
She tried to stick her bottom up, but he slapped it down. She needed to be patient, just as he struggled to hold back, she must, too. “It’s all so petty,” she gasped. “Will you just let me come?”
“I’ve not finished this important husband and wife conversation,” he chided. He ran a hand down her thigh and the muscles beneath felt rigid and firm. “You’re still too tense, which means you’re lying.” He prepared himself, determined to find the reason for her tension. If needs must, he would spank harder.
“I’m not,” she snapped.
She cursed, as he hooked her back in place, ensuring she could not escape, and he rained down a string of smart spanks, which made his palm sting. Her bottom transformed into red glow, just like the colour of the tomatoes she brought home, and the warmth generated rose up out of her skin. Below, under her hips, his cock throbbed, responding to her wails and groans. The mixture of sounds betrayed her arousal and he witnessed the transformation from resistance to shameless compliance.
“All right!”
He eased up, patting her with his fingertips. “Go on.”
“Sym and the stolen eggs. The rumour is one of the lifers set her up.”
Blake suspected things were heading to a major showdown between the two sets of wives. He dearly hoped Lysa wouldn’t be at the heart of it because Harkess would want to make examples of those who transgressed and it would involve the constable at his worse. “Keep out of it, Lysa.” He sighed. “You’re right. Better occupation would stop all this bitchiness. You stick to your safety protocols and stay away from those lifers. Understood?”
She nodded. A small smile transformed her face. “Will you let me come now? I don’t know why, but when you go all macho on me, I get sooo hot.”
He chortled. “I’ve noticed. Seriously, Lysa. Don’t screw this up. I can’t protect you when I’m at work. At some point I will be sent to colony 16. They’re expanding and need extra hands for a few days. We’re taking it in turns to go out there.”
“I’ll survive without, just.” She grinned, then fluttered her eyelashes and wriggled her bottom. “Please, don’t leave me all needy.”
“You, needy. Can’t you feel my cock?” He smacked her bottom hard and she jumped. He rested a hand on the apex of her buttocks and slid his finger back down, reassessing her anus. “In fact, I’m going to take this.” He wiggled his finger against her tight hole.
“Blake, I don’t know… I’m not sure…” She tried to turn over.
“You’re ready. More than ready. I reckon I can fuck you hard and you’ll come like an engine on full charge.”
She squashed her thighs together and blushed.
“Now be good and lie still while I continue to work you into relaxed state of feverish desire.”
She blinked at him. “Isn’t that a contradictory statement?”
* * *
Blake looped his fingers through her hair, drawing her up. He greeted her with a smile before planting his lips on her mouth, giving her an instant attack of melting heart. His kisses did it every time they touched her lips. His other hand continued to delve into her pussy, spreading her natural lubricant up towards her anus. The usual mixture of emotions brewed. She wanted this, to have him take his pleasure, but at the same time, it would be humiliating and challenging to submit to him.
The word hard echoed in her mind. A strong man whose sexual preference had always been to show his prowess through strength and boldness, to command her body and have her take pleasure as he wished. So different from the feeble men who used her back on Earth. They had bossed her about too, but their exertions amounted to little, more of a desperate fumble over a chair and an eye on the clock. Her primary beneficiary had been a married executive who fancied he could have any woman he liked at a price and Lysa had fixed a high price.
When Blake enveloped his body around and in hers, she felt protected, almost in a cocoon. She might end their love-making sore and exhausted, but it had a double edge to it. He always whispered words of appreciation and gratitude, made her feel desired. She basked in the aftermath, praying he would keep her safe forever.
“Lysa,” he murmured into her ear. “You can do this.”
She watched him strip, adoring once again his burly figure with its toned muscles and lean stomach. That humongous appendage—his erect penis—both thrilled and scared her. She let him manoeuver her limbs, and she ended up knelt on the bed, legs apart, face buried in a pillow and arms tucked around her head.