“Don’t move.”
I shook my head, startled and surprised at the object. He grabbed my wrists once again and easily secured them into cuffs at the top of the table. Angling my head back, I looked up at my constraints. Tugging at them, it was no use. There was no give. It was like in the dream at the processing center, bound and a man touching me. I could feel my pussy getting wet at the memory. I struggled against them and that only made me wetter, my arousal slipping out around the dildo that filled me. I was bound with a man looming over me, the sheer size of him capable of doing me harm, but all he wanted to do was give me pleasure—strange, unknown, and scary pleasure. My bottom was sore from his earlier spanking and I could do nothing but submit.
Tark’s large palm settled across my abdomen as a strange whirring sensation started in my core, followed by a heat that spread from my pussy to my ass, deep inside my womb, up through my outer pussy lips and higher, to my clit, striking there like a small electric shock. This was like no vibrator I’d ever seen—or felt—before.
“Ah!” My hips bucked at the overwhelming sensation and Tark’s dark gaze seemed to be hypnotized, watching my reactions.
The strange device in my pussy beeped three times, then zapped my clit again. There was no other word I could think of to describe it. It didn’t hurt, far from it actually. It felt incredible, and that was the problem. “Give in, mate. Submit to the exam just as you are learning to submit to me.”
Chapter Three
“This isn’t an exam. This is—” A strong electrical surge pulsed through the walls of my pussy to my ass, and I fought to maintain control of my body, but another zap to my clit sent me over the edge. The walls of my pussy and lower abdomen pulsed and spasmed so strongly I felt like I was coming apart. “Oh, God.”
My body bucked on the table, beyond my control. I struggled against the bonds on my wrists. Shivering and spent, I turned my face away from my new mate. I tried to catch my breath as I fought back tears. The device inside me quieted to a small, nearly imperceptible hum. But after the overwhelming shock of the forced orgasm, that small vibration was easy to ignore.
Tark’s pressure on my abdomen and thighs lifted and he reached down between my legs to remove the alien object from my pussy. I wanted to run and hide, but I was bound. How could I have responded like that to a stupid little medical tool? What had he done to me?
He looked at a display screen attached to the blunt silver tool and nodded his head. “Excellent, Evelyn Day. The medical probe indicates you are fertile, free of disease, and both your reproductive and nervous systems are functioning at optimal levels.”
“Let me go.” I tried to close my legs, but he held them open at the knees.
Looking up at me with his dark eyes, he said, “You are mine now and I won’t let you go. Not when your body is so very eager to know me.”
“Eager?” I questioned. “You forced that pleasure upon me. Look at me! I’m bound to the table and my bottom, my bottom is sore.” A tear slid down my cheek.
Wiping it away from his finger, he responded, “The tests had to be done. There is nothing wrong with enjoying a small taste of pleasure while submitting to them. Submitting to me.”
A strong, blunt finger traced my folds and I was embarrassed to feel how easily it glided through my wetness. “See? It makes you wet. Being bound and open for me is what you like.”
“How would you know?” I countered.
“Because you are my mate. Do not question or fight what is a perfect match.” He found my clit and my hips tilted toward him, his to command and eager for his curious touch. Clearly, my body and mind were not in synch.
“You are, indeed, much like our females. You should enjoy my finger here… and here.”
I shook my head. “I-I shouldn’t,” I countered.
He used three fingers now, his thumb on my clit as he slid two more deep inside.
“You are allowed to come from my touch, even if we do not know each other. Our bodies, our minds, our very souls are connected. Give up, gara.”
My arms began to shake and I relaxed on the table. He finger fucked me and found that sensitive spot inside. While the probe had brought about intense pleasure, his fingers elicited something else entirely. They were much more adept a
nd a part of him. Still aroused from my examination, I moaned and rolled my hips beneath his hand, eager for more, unable to deny my body’s desperate need to come all over his hand.
“Yes, you are very similar. Ah, my mate, I can tell by your reaction that I have found the secret place inside you that will drive your pleasure. See? I’ve kept your hands in the restraints because I know you like it. It heightens your pleasure.”
He’d found it all right, and every other secret place that made me hot. If he kept at it much longer, he’d make me come again. I was panting now, and wet, and mortified that I’d reacted so strongly to him. A complete stranger. This couldn’t be happening to me. There had to be some rational explanation. “Do they drug the women when they transfer them?”
“No.” His gaze changed instantly, from generous and indulgent to cold and insulted. “We do not drug our women for pleasure. As you can feel, it is not necessary. Is that what the cowards on Earth do to their mates?”
“Some of them.” I had insulted him, and I hadn’t meant to. But seriously, what in the name of all that was holy was happening to me? “I’m sorry, I just…”
“No man of worth needs drugs to seduce his mate.” He slowly and deliberately removed his hand from my pussy and I felt abandoned. Needy. Weak. Reaching up, he released one wrist, then the other from the bonds. As tears gathered once again in my eyes, I knew that, without a doubt, I was losing my freaking mind. Maybe the last few days had finally caught up to me. The murder I’d witnessed. The plan to send me off-planet to stay hidden and safe. The new identity and processing. The terror of being sent to a new world, to a man I’d never met.
“I’m sorry, Tark. I didn’t mean to offend.”
“You are tired and on a new world.” I watched now as he put his glistening fingers in his mouth and grinned.