We stepped onto the transport platform and Zane pulled me into his arms once more as the strange pulling and twisting feeling moved through me. When it was over, I expected Zane to release me, as he had before. Instead, he looked at the transport engineer over my head. “Transport us to my private quarters on deck seventeen.”
“Sir?” The engineer hesitated and I stiffened in Zane’s arms. What the heck was on deck seventeen?
“That’s an order.”
“Yes, sir.”
I wrapped my arms around Zane’s waist and hung on as the transport took us from the platform to somewhere new, a place I’d never heard of before. When the transfer was complete, I tried to step out of Zane’s embrace and look around, but he didn’t allow it. He lifted me and walked me backward until my back bumped into a soft wall. Zane lowered his hands to where mine were on his waist, took hold of my wrists and raised them above my head.
“I’ve been keeping something from you, my mate. I believe you’ve sensed it these past weeks.”
My pulse raced as he stretched me up and up until I stood on tiptoes. “What?”
“Me.”
I felt something cold and hard as steel clicked into place around my wrists. Zane’s grip loosened and I tried to lower my arms, but couldn’t. I was trapped.
My pussy clenched and I shuddered at the heat in Zane’s eyes as he dragged his hands slowly down the insides of my raised arms to cup my breasts through the fabric of my tunic. He pinched my nipples hard, and I gasped as his mouth lowered to mine.
His kiss wiped my mind of all thoughts but him. His long tongue curled and explored, taking and tasting as his hands ripped my clothing from my body. When the kiss ended, I was naked, my clothes lay in shreds at our feet, and my pussy was so wet I could feel my arousal coating the tops of my thighs in welcome for his huge cock.
Zane’s forehead rested on mind, and his hands were now on the curve of my bare hips. “You will call me master. Nothing else.”
I shuddered, so afraid to want him this much. I didn’t hesitate in my answer. “Yes, master.”
He kissed my cheeks, then my chin. “If you need me to stop, say lemonade.”
What? “I hate lemonade.”
“I know, Hannah. I know. I read your file. Memorized it, in fact.” His mouth closed over my nipple and I moaned as the tugging sensation sent currents of lust straight from my breast to my clit. He’d memorized my bride file? In the bride processing center I’d spent four full days answering endless questions on everything from my favorite food to childhood memories. They even had my school test scores all the way back to first grade.
“Zane.”
He nipped at my breast just hard enough to hurt. “Master.”
How had I forgotten, stretched out like a pagan offering with my hands locked over my head and my naked body his for the taking. The room was deep red, like his collar, with a large bed on one side and the toy table opposite. I was tied to a hook that protruded from the padded wall. Hooks and straps of various sizes and shapes hung from at least a dozen places on the wall. The two near my feet were easy to figure. They were obviously meant for my ankles. But the rest? I had no idea.
I’d read about something like this in my romance books on Earth. A dungeon. It was what those who were into the BDSM lifestyle used to play sexual games. For sex. For fucking.
“Master, why? Why didn’t you tell me? I thought you—”
He undressed as my voice trailed off. I watched him as he revealed the hulking size of his shoulders and huge chest. His body slanted down in the perfect V shape, complete with defined abs and a cock big enough to make me faint.
My ass was empty for the first time in days, having taken the largest sized plug with ease and not needing them any longer. I didn’t know what I wanted more, his cock in my empty pussy, or taking me for the first time in my ass.
God, I wanted both. He walked away from me to a small table that lined the wall. On it was a variety of plugs and dildos, ties, and things he could use on me. How? I had no idea.
I didn’t have any more time to wonder as Zane returned and knelt on the floor at my feet, a large dildo in one hand and lube in the other. I expected him to turn me around and get my ass ready for the dildo; instead he locked his mouth over my clit and sucked until my eyes closed and my knees buckled.
When I was on the edge, he pushed the dildo up inside my pussy in one fast, hard stroke, stretching me wide as I exploded all over his mouth.
Using the back of his hand, he wiped my dripping desire from his mouth. “I know you fear I will die in battle. I do not fear death, mate; my only fear was afraid that I would hurt you, that my rough and aggressive ways would scare you away. You are so small, so dainty and fragile. I hid my true self from you. No longer.”
“This was why you rejected me?” I felt sadness mingled with hope.
“Reject you? Never. I was protecting you. From me. From my dark ways.”
I saw the truth in his eyes, felt it pure and strong through the collar.