Starting now. We were on Trion to stay. His parents… well, that was improved, but it would take time for them to work through all of their issues. He had a family. He had me. I had a new planet. A mate. A life. Love.
Isaak gripped his cock at the base, stroked it a few times from root to tip then moved to kneel on the bed with me. My pussy clenched with the need for him to be inside me. He wasn’t moving fast enough, so I pressed my body to his. He sat back on his heels which gave me room to climb in his lap, nestling the head of his cock at my entrance. Our eyes were almost aligned. I watched him as I lowered myself, taking him into me an inch at a time.
His hand came to my butt and helped, pushing me down, but I was so aroused that he filled me with ease.
I sighed. He hissed. I clenched around him, adjusting. The clit ring brushed against the base of his shaft, the sensation new. Intense.
“God, you feel so good,” I said.
“Gara,” he groaned.
“So good, Master.”
Yes, he was that to me.
My everything.
Between one heartbeat and the next, Isaak lifted me up and off him, spun me about, so I faced away from him on all fours, then plunged deep. The chain dangled toward the bed and swayed with every hard thrust.
“Master!” I cried. How did he know I wanted it hard? Fast. Deep. It was insane how incredible it was between us.
A hand wound about my waist and pulled me back, so I was once again straddling his thighs, but now facing away from him. The hand lifted to my breast, cupped it and plucked at the nipple ring. The other slid between my thighs and played with the newest adornment. His hips thrust up and took me deep as he pushed me to come.
It didn’t take much. My clit was so sensitive with the ring, almost too much. But that was the love I felt for him. It was so intense it was almost too much.
I cried out as I came, Isaak taking me hard once, twice, then calling out my name as he came too.
I loved him. The need for him would be almost painful with the intensity of it. I’d volunteered to be in space for a mate. For a match. A master.
This went deeper, like his cock. I didn’t know where he ended and I began.
This was it for me. Isaak was it. I’d never get enough. Never doubt his love, his desire. I was marked. I was his. And he was mine. My rebel mate.