“So beautiful.” He swiped a finger over my folds. “So wet. You like it. I am so pleased that you gave in, that your body accepts what I give you.”
“If you’re in charge, then fuck me already.”
He tapped the base of the plug and it came to life. Holy shit, it was a vibrating plug. Nerve endings I didn’t even know I had came to life and I arched on the bed.
“See? The perks of an Atlan female. There are many of them and I look forward to showing you every single one.”
Yeah, this was one perk I definitely liked.
I started to squirm on the bed, the once soft feel of the sheets abrading my tender nipples. My clit swelled and I rubbed it on the mattress. I couldn’t control the intense pleasure coming from my bottom. Holy shit, I was going to come just like this. “Dax!”
“You fucked me, Sarah. Now, it’s my turn to fuck you. You’ll take it. You’ll take all of me because you’re going to love it. Say the words.”
I loved the way he was so overwhelming and dominant, and yet, he wouldn’t take me without my agreement. He could shove a plug up my ass, but he wouldn’t fuck me until I agreed. He would have stepped away from me if I’d said no. Even in his need to rut—as he’d called it—to soothe the fever, he was ensuring I was in the right mindset.
“I want it. God, please, I need it,” I moaned, breathy and desperate. “You can’t leave me like this!”
Carefully, he slid in, slowly, but in one long stroke. He bottomed out and I tossed my head back at the incredibly tight feel of his cock and the plug filling me up. I’d been full before when I rode him, but this angle, this position was so much deeper. The plug was tight, the vibrations making everything so fucking intense. It was so good.
He began to move then, sliding in and out at his pace, the way he wanted. “You see, Sarah, when I take charge, you like it. I control your pussy. I control your ass. You’re going to come for me, again and again. Twice is not going to be enough. I’m going to wring every bit of pleasure from your body and you’re going to give it to me.”
I clenched down on him at the thought and gritted my teeth.
His hand came down on my bottom, hard. The loud smack filled the room.
I came then on a scream. The mix of the vibrations, his cock buried deep and the sharp, hot slap on my bottom pushed me over the edge. I clamped down on his cock, squeezing it, eager to pull it deeper into my body.
Leaning over me, his chest molded to my back as he placed a hand beside my head. “I can do anything I want and you will submit. Why?”
His hips continued to piston in and out of me as he continued his verbal porno. I was about to come again from just his words.
“Because you want me to take you. You need me to be in control. You need to submit as much as I need to dominate. You have no idea what I’m going to do next, but you still want it. We’re perfect for each other.”
“Yes!” I cried when he reached his hand around and settled my clit between two of his fingers and pinched.
His hips lost their measured pace and he began fucking me in earnest. Hard, rough. Short strokes. Hard breathing. I came again, pulsing around his cock. Once, twice, he filled me, then he nipped my shoulder as he came, stifling his groan and filling me with his hot seed. The little bite of pain only pushed me over into another powerful orgasm. I collapsed onto the bed as Dax pulled out and dropped beside me. The bed bounced and I rolled into him. I felt a slight press against the plug and the vibrations shut off.
I moaned at the lingering feeling of being completely dominated, well fucked, sated. We were sweaty and sticky, his seed slipping from
me. My hair was a wild tangle and I was worn out, my body sensitive.
“Did that end your fever?” I asked sleepily sometime later.
“Mmm,” he said. “No. But I am back in control. For now. The beast will return until he gets his turn fucking you.”
“What does that mean, Dax?”
He sighed, and rolled onto his side so he could pet me, his huge hand running from thigh to shoulder and back again, lingering on all the soft, sensitive places in between. “Have you seen an Atlan in beast rage?”
“No.” I relaxed under his touch, content beyond words as his warm hand soothed me. “I thought maybe I saw something when you were on the freighter, but I wasn’t sure.”
“Yes.” He pinched my nipple and I opened my eyes to find him watching me. “What did you see?”
It was difficult to talk with him rolling my pebbled nipple between his fingers, tugging and playing with me, but I tried, too well sated to resist. “You seemed bigger, like you grew. Your face looked meaner, too, more like a Prillon warrior, sharper somehow.”
His hand moved from my nipple to explore the still wet folds of my pussy. When I held my legs together, he leaned over and nipped at my shoulder. “Open for me. Now. I want to feel my seed in your pussy. I want to touch you.”
Good grief, the growl was back. Talk about a Neanderthal. He wanted to smear his seed all over me? Feel his claim deep, where he’d come inside me just moments ago? Fine. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen, touched, tasted, and fucked every inch of me. And, the plug was still filling my bottom.