I watched as her eyes fluttered open and she looked to Trist. Her hand went to her collar as if she could feel his need as much as see how hard his cock was, how pre-cum seeped from the small hole at the top.
“Go to him and give him what he needs.”
She took a step toward him and I slapped her ass. Her head whipped about to eye me with confusion. I narrowed my gaze and crossed my arms. Waiting. Oh, I was sure I was not as stern as I could be with my slick cock, still hard and ready for her again, sticking out of my open pants.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, a small smile playing about her lips.
My cock was ready to go again, for those words from her lips were the closest thing to heaven on a battleship.
Trist
* * *
Fuck, she liked it. No, she loved it. The collars made it obvious. So did the look on her face, the way her body went lax, the way she gave herself over to Brax so beautifully.
There was no question she submitted to me, but this was different. It was as if there was a second side to her that I didn’t know, that responded to Brax in a way I could never elicit. This was what I’d expected from a second.
But from the Trion doctor? From the male who’d hurt my mate? I’d felt her sadness, although I hadn’t known it was because of him until his arrival. Then I understood. She wanted him, but he’d refused.
His loss was definitely my gain, but had I gained all of her? It had been less than two days that she’d belonged to me. Oh, she was mine. I didn’t doubt that or question it. But was she his, too?
He might know what made her hot, what made her come, some deep secrets and dark fantasies she didn’t want fulfilled with me.
But that didn’t make him a worthy mate. I questioned his ability to be my second, for a second was stalwart. He stood fast with his family. He put his mate first before work, before everything.
Would he do that? Could he do that?
I didn’t know the answer. One fuck and nothing was solved. I learned so much about Miranda, what she needed, but nothing more.
Brax, whose seed slipped down her thighs as she approached, would need to earn more than just the title of Master. He would have to earn the word Second.
When Miranda stood before me, her legs between my parted knees, she paused. I continued to stroke
my cock as I took in every inch of her. I was relaxed in my chair, enjoying the sight of Miranda being fucked. It was arousing to see her so well-satisfied and her pleasure that I felt through my collar only made me want to stroke harder and finish myself, spurting my seed in an arc onto the floor. But no, it was for her, for her pussy, so I gripped the base tightly, staved off my need and just looked.
Those gems on her nipples, the pretty pink tips and the shiny green, the combination was mouth watering. And the green… it did something to me.
The chain that gently swung was pure adornment, but it did make her lovely. Made her feel lovely, per the collar. It was a restraint of sorts and I wondered if she liked to be tied up, to be bound to a bed and at her mates’ mercy.
“Trist,” she whispered, and I met her eyes. “Please.”
That was all she had to say. I was ready. I knew she was. Knew she was wet enough to take me. Hell, her thighs were covered.
Lifting my hand from my cock, I hooked my finger in the chain and used it to coax her to lean forward. I didn’t tug, only used it as a guide, for she followed, knowing the bit of pain that would come if I were denied.
Her lips met mine in a fierce, swift kiss.
When I pulled back, I hooked a hand about her ass, pulled her so she straddled my lap, up on her knees.
“Ride me, mate.”
She lowered herself quickly, but I held her fast.
“Slow,” I commanded.
She huffed out a breath and settled upon my cock so her thighs rested on mine. I was so deep, so far within her I didn’t know where she ended and I began.
Her hands settled on my shoulders and she began to move, to lift up.