Page 35 of Commander's Slave
Her pussy quaked around his length, and her head tilted back as she yelled out.
“Is this what you want?” He stilled inside her, remaining fully submerged in her wet center.
“Yes, Master. This is what I wanted.” She arched her bottom higher, feeling the cool air rush against her bottom hole as her cheeks spread. She blushed, knowing he could see all of her, but she remained in position with her most intimate parts exposed to his gaze.
She relished the pain of his fingers digging into her hips, and his grip spread her cheeks even wider. He withdrew his cock slowly, until the tip of his hardness nudged at her pussy entrance, drawing it over her moisture and slapping it against her clit. She bucked each time his cock touched it.
Pulses of delight shot from her toes and all the way up her body to merge at her aching pussy.
Slam!
He entered her again without warning.
The impact took her breath away.
She gasped and he thrust into her once more before she managed to inhale. He set a quick rhythm of pounding, and the sound of sticky slaps soon filled the room.
He fucked her hard. Ruthlessly.
She panted as more sweat trickled down her temple, momentarily blinding her. She blinked hard and cried out as she became lost in pure erotic sensation.
She gripped the covers as he claimed her, unable to move as he took control and dominated her with quick, hard thrusts that stretched her pussy.
As he rocked into her wetness, Betsy recalled a conversation she’d had with Layla years ago. Her friend had spent time studying on the Kall homeworld and had immersed herself in the culture as much as possible. She’d told Betsy that Kall men usually fucked their women from behind.
The animalistic way Edek was ramming into her while she remained on her hands and knees confirmed it, and a thrill rushed through her when he spread her bottom cheeks wider.
Though he kept a grip on her hips, one hand spread over her backside, inching closer and closer to her asshole.
One thick finger nudged at her most private entrance.
“Master!” She wanted to reach back and swat his hand away, but her limbs felt too weak to move. Pleasure coiled in her lower belly, tightening with each swift thrust of his cock into her pussy.
He claimed her thoroughly, pumping into her with an intensity that stole her breath. The finger tracing her asshole pressed inside, filling her tightness and not stopping.
She clenched around his digit and moaned, her breasts swelling and growing heavier beneath her. Sweat rolled down her face.
The intrusion in her bottom hole burned and made her quake with pleasure at the same time. She’d never imagined he might touch herthere, let alone during their first time together.
“Your body belongs to me now, Betsy,” he rasped in her ear. “All of you. Even this wonderfully tight little hole of yours.” He wiggled his finger inside her, and she cried out as dark spots dotted her vision.
She spiraled into oblivion as the heat coiling in her lower belly tightened to the breaking point. Waves of ecstasy sent her soaring to the stars. Her nipples hardened and tingled, burning as all her nerve endings were set on fire. She arched her back and rode the waves of pleasure as the pulses of her quaking release lessened gradually, causing her body to jerk in response.
She panted and opened her eyes, ready to collapse beneath Edek’s hard body. Except he held her up, guiding her hips higher as he rammed her with vigorous thrusts.
He wasn’t finished with her yet.
The bed shook and he roared, growling deep in his throat as his hot seed filled her. His cock pulsed within her depths, quick pulses that resembled a steady vibration. Another spurt of seed shot into her, and the tremors from his manhood sent her over the edge once more.
She trembled and fell forward, but Edek caught her and brought her against his chest, cradling her and placing soft kisses on her face. She smiled up at him, utterly exhausted. He brushed her hair from her face and wiped away tears she didn’t remember shedding.
“You’re special to me, Betsy.”
Warmth spread through her chest, her soul rejoicing to hear such tender words coming from her master—the master who’d once struck fear into her heart. She trailed her fingertips along his jaw, gazing at the corded muscles of his neck. He was massive and powerful and capable of breaking her, but he held her close and looked at her with warmth in his gaze.
“Master.” She stared at him for a long moment as fresh tears brimmed in her eyes. A lone tear escaped down her cheek, but he brushed it away with his thumb. “You’re special to me too,” she said, sinking deeper into his arms.
He carried her to the washroom and cleaned her up with a warm, wet towel before bringing her back to the bed. He disappeared from her line of vision and she heard water running. Yawning, she snuggled under the covers, rolling on his side of the bed.
