Page 35 of Kenan's Mate
He kisses my cheeks in turn, letting his lips linger, before he moves to press a soft kiss to my mouth. “But you don’t need to cry every day, Laylah. I don’t want you fretting I’ll spank you as hard as I just did every day, merely to taste the tears on your lips.”
“How often, then?” I whisper in a high-pitched tone.
“When one of us craves the emotional release. I will always give you what you need, and in return you will give me what I need. We’re bonded mates, Laylah, and we are meant to share not only our lives, but the deepest, most vaulted parts of our hearts.”
I sink further into his embrace and ponder his words. “Why did you need my tears tonight, Kenan?”
“I didn’t need them. You needed a hard cry, little human.”
I open my mouth to argue, but then I clamp my lips together and take a moment to search my feelings. “I-I’ve been sad about the loss of my family. But I only cried about it once. The time you were whipping my breasts.”
“I’ve seen you blink back tears a few times, as you gazed at the moons. I decided I would make you cry soon, since you weren’t allowing yourself the emotional release you desperately needed. Tonight, after your bit of naughtiness with the wine, seemed like the perfect opportunity to give you that emotional release while also teaching you what’s expected of you during a punishment.”
His awareness touches me. In truth, I did need a good cry. My bottom is sore and I’ll probably have difficulty sitting tomorrow, but my heart feels lighter. I’d allowed a few tears to fall onto my pillow at night as I mourned the loss of my family, but I hadn’t been able to really cry for fear of waking him.
I pull back and cup the side of his face, and I ache for the little boy who lost his mother at the age of twelve. Since then, she’s been living on the same planet, but he hasn’t been able to see her. Such a cruel twist of fate—to be freed from the facility near Capital Acres only to lose his mother entirely. I can only imagine the mourning he’s endured himself, from the loss of his mother and the rejection of all his Kleaxian family members, save for the uncle who fostered him.
We’ve both lost people dear to our hearts. But we have each other now. Kenan will never, ever let me go. I’m more certain of his unbreakable possession of me than I am that the sun will rise tomorrow. Heggal has explained the bond a Kleaxian couple shares after mating the first time transcends the deepest love imaginable. But, as a human, I can’t experience the bond Kenan has felt since the moment he claimed me.
I wonder if he hopes I fall in love with him. I don’t think he’s trying to make me fall in love with him, but then he’ll never compromise his Kleaxian pride and traditions. He won’t promise never to punish me, for instance. He won’t even promise to not punish me as harshly as the woman I saw in town with thin red stripes across her back. I repress a shudder at the dark turn my thoughts have taken.
Kenan’s eyes are kind right now. Kind and loving. I can start another argument about my disapproval of how Kleaxian females are sometimes treated, or I can lift my face to kiss my mate and revel in this tender moment.
I decide to kiss him.
He growls against my lips and delves his tongue deep into my mouth, taking command of our first kiss I’ve initiated. His hardness grows beneath my aching bottom, and I grind myself over his manhood. After cupping each of my breasts in turn and giving a squeeze, his hand travels south to where all my heat is gathering.
He expertly strokes my wet pussy, drawing my moisture over my throbbing clit while he continues to kiss me breathless. I’m panting for air when he finally breaks away. My stomach does a little flip at the feral gleam in his eyes. It’s the same look he often gives me before he shoves me down on the bed and starts pounding his cock into me, until we both reach a screaming climax. Well, he growls that sexy alien growl of his, but I usually scream.
“Scoot into the middle of the bed, little human, then lift your knees and spread your thighs wide apart. Show me what belongs to me.”
I do as he says, spreading my legs as wide as possible. He watches me intently as he undresses. The glow from the sconces dances across his defined muscles with his every movement. He’s a work of masculine art, this huge, red Kleaxian who is my mate.
When he heads for his dresser, my insides clench with dread. But he doesn’t retrieve a belt. Instead, he approaches me holding what looks like a small dildo. The base of it is larger than the tip, though. Unless it vibrates, I can’t fathom it bringing me pleasure comparable to his cock.
He crawls onto the bed and drags the small toy over my clit. I shudder at the coolness of the object. He inserts it into my pussy, moving it in and out slowly, and turning it in circles, as if he’s trying to coat the dildo with my essence. As I’m about to inquire about his intentions, he withdraws the toy from my pussy and presses the tip to my bottom hole.
“Kenan…” It takes all my self-control not to clamp my legs shut.
“This tight hole of yours needs training, Laylah. From now on, you will spend some time each night wearing a plug such as this in your tight little ass.” His gaze darkens. “Perhaps during the day, too, depending on my mood.”
“But why?” I give him a pleading look, though I know no amount of begging will sway him. If I try to resist, he’ll simply hold me down and shove the plug into my most secret hole.
“I plan to claim this hole of yours soon. It’s mine to fuck, like your pussy is mine to fuck.”
“But your cock’s too big,” I blurt out. He’d threatened to fuck my ass once if I didn’t come for him, but ever since then I’ve been most obedient in bed.
“The plugs will stretch you and help you eventually accommodate my size, Laylah. We’re starting with a small plug, but each day you’ll take a slightly larger one, until you’re ready to take my cock.” He starts pushing the plug into my ass, but as I start to tense up, his mouth descends to my pussy.
Oh God.
He’s inserting the plug at the same time he’s running his tongue expertly over my clit.
I’m too distracted to tense up, and I arch my hips and moan as pressure coils in my nether region. He takes this opportunity to shove the plug, coated in my arousal, the rest of the way inside my ass. The fullness and slight burn of my muscles stretching around the intrusion only increase the pulsing of my clit.
Kenan splays my pussy lips wide apart and quickens the swirls of his tongue, but when my orgasm approaches, he slows his ministrations and chuckles when I cry out in frustration.
Finally, he withdraws from teasing my pussy and straddles me. He leans down and kisses me hard, forcing me to taste my essence. A naughty thrill skitters through me that I’m tasting myself on his lips while there’s a plug in my bottom hole. My skin heats and tingles with pleasure.
