She looked ripe to be claimed, and I would do that. Claim her.
Licking her lips, it had my cock punching against my pants to get out and have that tongue on it.
“I will do what you say, but shouldn’t we have a safe word or something?” Her light hair fell over her bare shoulders in a thick cascade of gold and soft brown.
“A safe word?” I had never heard of such a thing. “What is the purpose of this word? You are safe.” I glanced around the ship, wondering what she found to be dangerous.
Her hands crossed her chest in a defensive gesture I immediately hated. “If I say it, no matter what we are doing, you stop. A safe word.”
“I see.” I had given her my assurance I would not harm her, but she still did not trust me. I did not like it, but I understood. This need for a word gave her some control still although it was tied to what she feared not what she desired. She wasn’t denying herself with this… safe word. She was protecting. When she was mine, truly mine, I would make sure she never needed to use such a word. Ever. “Very well. Choose your word, female. I will abide by your choice.”
“Hurricane.”
I waited a moment for my NPU to process the strange Earth term. “Ah, a storm on your planet.”
Her smile made my cock ache. “No, a really amazing drink in New Orleans. I had a few too many at Mardi Gras a couple years ago. I was hungover for two days.”
I stepped forward, only understanding about half of what she said, but it was enough. It was the word of her choice, so she felt safe with me. I would not forget, no matter the reason for her selecting it. “Take off the rest of your clothes and place your hands over your head.”
She grumbled as she removed her shoes, socks and pants, but I did not interrupt, too eager to see what would soon be mine. When she straightened, still mumbling about this strange beverage, I opened my mouth to interrupt when the sight of a golden bar piercing her naval brought me up short.
I had seen a teasing glimpse of it before, but now… What was the meaning of such a piercing on Earth? Was it a sign she’d been claimed? That she’d belonged to someone there? It couldn’t be, for she’d been a bride. Volunteered.
I’d been patient and would be patient still, yet I wanted to taste. I wanted to adorn the golden chain running between her nipples, tug them into tight peaks. The golden bar I wanted to lick. Taste. The sight exotic and unique. This female continued to surprise me, and that alone made my cock harden and pulse. I stepped close, and she turned. I stepped even closer. She might retreat, but I would not give her room. “Hands over your head. Back to the wall. Do not move unless I tell you to.”
Her tongue flicked out again, swiped her bottom lip as she bumped into the unforgiving wall. “Okay.”
Slowly, I shook my head as I took in every inch of her. Pale skin, shapely hips, trim waist. Upturned nipples. And a pussy that was bare except for pale curls above that all but beckoned me to seek every hidden treasure.
“Yes, master,” I said as I visually drank my fill. “You will call me master.”
She frowned. “That’s kinky.”
I thought of her previous description of this term. Cutting her flesh. Striking her with a whip. Worse. The images enraged me. She would not think of such things with me. “On your hands and knees.”
When she hesitated, I easily lifted her in my arms, carried her to the bed and sat down with her stomach across my thighs.
“Hey!” she shouted, kicking and squirming.
With her face down, her round, perfect ass tempted me almost as much as her pussy. “You did not listen to me, gara. You did not obey your master’s commands.”
“What? Oh, I just—”
With a light slap, I brought my hand down on her bottom, expecting her to yell. Squirm. Protest.
She did none of these things.
Instead, she settled, then moaned. “Oh, god.”
Fark, just as I’d assumed. She was the perfect Trion female.
The scent of her wet heat permeated the air, and I inhaled sharply, my cock bursting at the seam of my pants. I was hot. Overheated. Holding her in place with one hand, I removed my own tunic, tossed it across the room. Skin. I would have her hands on my skin soon. Her mouth. Her body. Everywhere. I would take her everywhere.
With a sharp swat on her opposite ass cheek, I peppered her bottom with my heated palm until her flesh was a hot pink, and her pussy juices had wet the insides of her thighs. “Before you say anything, this isn’t a beating.”
“It’s punishment,” she countered, her hair falling in a curtain around her face.
“It is not punishment if you are aroused by it. That you can’t deny. The punishment comes when I don’t allow you to orgasm after.”