Oh, my God, he was tasting me. It was a very erotic sight and I clenched my thighs together to ease the ache.
“Sweet. Like the rova fruit.”
I couldn’t respond, for what did I say to a man who’d just licked my pussy juices from his fingers?
“While you were asleep, Bron’s standard scans picked up no other medical problems. As you responded to this last exam with only pleasure—no pain—I will assume the transfer was just too much for your fragile female body to endure without rest.”
I could only nod. I should feel shame or fear or embarrassment at having Tark touch me so intimately. I was still naked, exposed, and vulnerable and definitely under his control. I felt all of those things, but my mind and my body were at war because his touch made my body feel safe, desirable, and very, very aroused.
I didn’t know Goran had returned until he spoke. “The doctor is on the last convoy to Outpost Seventeen.”
Tark didn’t turn his head from me. “Good. Is everything ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
Tark set aside the silver probe, stood to his full height, reached down and scooped me up, placing me on my feet before him. I could now see what the instrument looked like. It was definitely an otherworldly dildo. If they sold them on Earth, Tark would make a fortune.
Goran handed Tark a blanket and he wrapped it about me like a cape.
“From this moment on, your body belongs to me. No other man shall see what is mine without permission. Do you understand?”
Without permission? Did that mean he would allow it? I was confused, but before I could question, he lifted into his arms and carried me out of the tent, following Goran. The air was warm and dry, but it was dark outside, the only light provided by small solar stakes that glowed in precise intervals along the ground. I could just see the outline of numerous tents. Tark and Goran both moved like ghosts, their footsteps quiet. Not many people were about; perhaps it was very late at night. An animal noise, something like a braying donkey, broke through the stillness. The men’s footsteps were too quiet for their size.
I looked down and realized that Tark carried me across a vast sea of sand, just as I’d seen along the edges inside the medical tent. I had been transported into some kind of desert camp. He’d said the name of it… Outpost something. I couldn’t remember.
Goran held back a flap of another tent—they all looked the same to me in the darkness—and Tark ducked to carry me inside and lowered me to my feet. Soft carpets were placed in a patchwork that completely covered the sand that I knew was beneath them. A bed of soft blankets and furs was on one side of the tent and a small table littered with bowls of odd-looking purple and blue fruit stood on the other.
“This is my tent for our stay at Outpost Nine. As I’ve discovered, you are not hurt from the transfer and easily aroused.”
Tark walked me over to an odd table in the middle of the room, placed me on my feet before it, and tugged the blanket from my shoulders. My breasts swayed as I moved, the chain brushing against my belly and tugging on my nipples. They tingled from the movement and the weight.
My cheeks burned at his words and I darted a glance at Goran. The man’s expression held no emotion. What did that have to do with being in his tent?
“I will fuck you now,” Tark added. He spoke as if he said he’d drive me to the grocery store. This wasn’t Earth and Tark most definitely didn’t mince words.
My eyes widened. I tugged against his hand as I began to panic. “What? Why? We… wait! I don’t want this.”
He didn’t release me, but his free hand began to stroke up and down my bare back. How was his touch so warm?
“As your mate, gara, I know your true desires. I also know and understand how to protect you here, on my world. Remember, I may not always give you what you want, but I will always give you what you need.”
I didn’t like his response one bit. How could he know my true desires? We’d only just met. My pussy, however, clenched at the continuing reverberations from that medical device. Stupid dildo-shaped apparatus.
“I don’t need to be fucked,” I countered, although I didn’t need to look down at my nipples to know they’d tightened at his intentions. When he’d played with my pussy with his fingers, he’d only left me more achy and aroused than ever. Unfulfilled.
He grinned at me and he looked so different, so handsome that my breath caught in my throat.
“Are you sure about that? You were dripping on my fingers just a few minutes ago. You cried out with pleasure with the neurostim exam. I licked your juices from my fingers. Would you deny this now?”
I tried to squirm away, but he was too strong. He stroked his fingers over my folds once again, then lifted them up so we could both see the glistening wetness.
My cheeks flamed.
“Your body disagrees with your mind. Obey me or you will be punished again.”
I gulped at the formidable tone of his voice and still felt the sting on my bottom. “Again? But I’ve done nothing wrong!”
Tark sighed. “You are thinking too much. Sometimes a punishment is just what you need.” He tugged me closer to the small table, although my feet slowed and stalled his progress.