Holy fuck, no wonder Trion males were so… hot. They took, but gave so thoroughly in return because—hello!—I found out I loved to be bent over and worked until I was a sweaty, sated mess. I loved knowing my body aroused him, that he enjoyed seeing me naked. Loved me being naked, not allowing my clothes to remain on for long when we were together.
And now, he used the knowledge he’d gained about me, running his palm up and down my spine, leaning me forward. I went where he wished, bending, then dropping into a kneeling position on my hands and knees as he remained behind me, caressing the globes of my bottom. He pulled them apart, looked his fill. “You have a beautiful pussy.”
Knowing he could see me so thoroughly didn’t shame me any longer; it made me hot. Made me wet. I shuddered, wishing he would slide his fingers inside my slick heat, touch my clit. Lick me. Nibble. Anything. The waiting was torture, and I whimpered.
His hand landed on my ass with a loud smack, making my breasts swing beneath me. Another. The sting traveled through my body and went straight to my core. “I gave you a compliment. What do you say?”
I hissed out a breath, felt the heat spread. “Thank you, Master.”
Appeased, he leaned down and pressed his lips to the area I knew would be turning pink. “Your gown is beautiful, Miranda. Did you wear this for me?”
“Yes, Master.” God, did I ever. I wanted him to lose his mind. Shove me down and fuck me until I couldn’t see straight. I wanted him to take one look at me and decide he needed a mate after all. But I should have known better. Brax had never lost control. Not once.
“I have a gift for you as well.” The way he said the words made them feel like sex inside my head. Being with him was the gift I gave myself once a month when he returned from the latest dangerous, secret mission he always seemed to be on. He might be a doctor, but he still served, and in a way more dangerous than others stationed in the capital city of Xalia. Those missions were the reason he’d told me he could not take a mate. The reason he’d insisted this thing between us was only temporary, a casual arrangement between friends.
At first he’d focused on breaking every barrier my ex had placed in my mind. He’d touched me places I’d never been touched. Forced me to touch myself. Touch him. He’d pushed every boundary I had until I’d broken. Once he’d turned me into a blatant sexual creature, our relationship had changed. Now we both fulfilled a need in the other. A physical need.
Now we were fuck buddies. A booty call. Friends with benefits.
I didn’t want to be his friend. Not anymore. I wanted to be his. I was ready to belong again. Have someone of my own. I was ready to give my heart away, but I didn’t want to make a mistake. Not this time. I would take what Brax offered me tonight because the benefits felt so damned good, and I’d deal with the rest of my life later.
“Thank you, Master.”
He chuckled and I closed my eyes in pleasure. It was rare that I could make him laugh. “Don’t you want to know what I bought for you before you thank me?”
I did. But I remained silent, didn’t look over my shoulder to see what it might be. Until I felt his fingers slide between my legs to find my clit. Only then did my head come up. I hissed as something hard clamped down on that sensitive bit of flesh, and I moaned with shock, and a nip of pain. But within seconds, the pain transformed to pleasure, and I panted. “Thank you, Master.”
His hand caressed my back once more, moving in soothing motions as I adjusted to the intense pressure on my clit. “I have two more, Miranda. Sit up and present your breasts to me.”
I leaned back on my heels and returned to my original kneeling position. When he moved around in front of me, he looked down between my parted thighs, saw the jewel dangling down from my pussy. Yes, Trion males loved to decorate their females. To adorn them and make them even more beautiful. Even more aroused.
I watched as he plucked and tugged at a nipple until the tip was hard, then placed a jeweled clamp on it. The sting was immediate, but my entire body shuddered with pleasure as he moved on to the other. I needed this, the bite, the pain, the shock that made my pussy practically weep.
I glanced down, saw the sharp clamps had green gems dangling from them. With each shuddering breath, they swayed. I felt beautiful. Special. I felt like I was the center of his world. I wanted everything he could give me… and more.
I wasn’t sure what the more that I needed was yet, but I knew it was the
re within me, like an itch in my mind. No matter how many times Brax made me come, there was something else I required, a yearning I’d felt almost every day of my life. But the strange emptiness was buried so deep inside me that I couldn’t hope to name it. That empty place ached all the time, like my soul had been bruised and never recovered.
At first, I’d ignored the painful loneliness and written the darkness off as teenage angst. Later, when I married, I’d begun to think that maybe the feeling was a permanent side-effect of my cold, rigid ex. But now, I wasn’t sure. He’d made me feel like there was something wrong with me, like I was a deviant. A freak.
That’s what I’d believed, until Brax broke me free of my sexual prison. And if my ex looked at me now? Naked except for some frothy fabric, dripping wet and desperate for an alien who’d put clamps on my clit and nipples, he wouldn’t recognize me. And yet, I wanted more. Sooo much more.
Brax somehow knew what made me ache, what made me hot. He could make me come as easily as he could kiss me. When I was with him, I lost track of the number of orgasms he gave me, the places he touched me. And still it wasn’t enough. The clamps showed his dominance, but secretly I craved even more. Needed something I couldn’t name.
My body wasn’t broken. The pleasure I felt with him was proof of that. There was a deep well of sexual need that even he had yet to reach. What the hell was wrong with me? What could still be missing?
Brax touched me and I trembled. My body was whole again. But my mind? My heart? My soul? I wasn’t so sure about the rest of me. And maybe that’s why this would be all there could ever be between us. Sex. Raw. Hot. No-strings-attached sex.
Agony blossomed inside my mind like a sudden explosion of fireworks, but I forced it down, back into its cage. This wasn’t the time or the place. I didn’t want to feel those things now. I didn’t want to think about the past, or the future.
I just wanted to feel and he was doing an excellent job of that. I panted, trying to settle into the heat, the burn, the bite of pain. The sweetest pleasure.
I didn’t realize my eyes were closed until Brax’s palm came to rest against my cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a single tear that had escaped in defiance of my orders.
“Are you sure you want to be here, Miranda? While I can see your pussy is dripping in need for me, you are… quiet. We can stop now.” Brax’s voice was gentle, and I knew he meant what he said. This was an agreement for our mutual pleasure, nothing more. I wasn’t about to tell him all my fears. He already knew too much about my past. More than anyone else on this planet. More, even, than Natalie.
“No, Master. I don’t wish to stop. I need this. I need you.”