Page 26 of Zahhn's Mate
I begin to lower myself to the bed, bending over as I maneuver my feet a few steps apart. I rest my forearms on the covers and brace myself for the next part. The difficult part.
Not only does he expect me to reveal my wet, swollen center to him, but he wants me to keep holding myself spread until he says otherwise.
How long will I be required to hold the humiliating position?
Good little female. His voice invades my head again.You’re almost there. Just reach back and draw your buttocks apart. Be obedient or I will give you a firm thrashing before I ram my shafts into your mating orifice, one after the other.
I gulp hard, noting that my throat is still sore from the rough face pounding he gave me, and the sweetness of his seed yet lingers on my tongue.
Dammit. I need to obey him. I need to reach around, grasp my butt cheeks, and spread myself wide. If I don’t, he’ll make me regret my insubordination.
He moves around the bed to stand behind me. I know he’s staring. I know he’s watching and waiting. I whimper as I start inching my arms back. Once I grasp a cheek in each hand, I take a deep calming breath, then I gradually begin spreading my center wide.
“Very good.” His tone is praising, and though I’m utterly embarrassed by what he’s making me do, I cannot help the rush of excitement that flows through me. The thrill that comes from knowing I’ve pleased him.
I bask under the feeling and find myself drawing my cheeks wider apart without any additional prompting. The cool air in the room drifts over my unprotected nether parts, heightening my sense of exposure. I hold my breath as I await Zahhn’s next move.
The warmth of his body suffuses mine, though he’s not touching me yet. I feel his eyes on my pussy, and my face grows warm when I realize my bottom hole is exposed too. As I remain in the uncomfortable position, my core keeps pulsating with need and my asshole occasionally clenches as though anticipating an intrusion.
Look at that. She’s aching to be filled up.
She’s aching for my appendages.
Hot and flustered, practically feverish, I wait for Zahhn to drag his long, thick fingers through my drenched folds. If he rubs circles over my clit, I’m certain I’ll shatter in a heartbeat. Desire swells inside me and I’m mortified when my hips suddenly gyrate against the bed. I didn’t mean to make the indecent movement, it simply happened.
I sense a dark chuckle emanating from the Darrvason male, though I don’t hear it aloud. But I’m not as surprised as I was the first few times I heard his voice in my head. I suppose this connection we share has been developing for some time. After all, I’ve been hearing his voice and sensing his masculine presence for about two weeks now.
Of course, there’s also the dreams. The dreams started before I ever met Zahhn, as did my fascination with the Darrvason fleet.
Fated. It’s as though we’re fated to belong to one another.
It’s a scary thought, and I instinctively rebel against it. I never planned to marry or belong to anyone, but I cannot surmise another explanation for the strange occurrences involving Zahhn.
Is there a way to make it stop? A way to push the high-handed alien doctor to take another human female? Guilt settles over me when I consider making Zahhn another woman’s problem. But alongside the guilt, there’s also a surge of white-hot jealousy. I try to ignore it, try to pretend it’s not a real emotion. Yet it burns through my insides.
A jolt of pleasure hits me, and I gasp with relief. He’s finally touching me. His steady growls echo off the bedroom walls as he drags moisture from my core atop my pulsing clit. Oh yes. More please.
I lurch upward on my toes as my hips undulate again. Pleasure cascades outward from my center, a constant throbbing bliss that leaves me breathless and quivering in place.
Anticipation skitters through me. When will he claim me? How rough will he be? My pussy keeps clenching, and I can’t help but wonder if maybe he’s right. Maybe I am aching to be filled up.
Just as I hover on the edge of a climax, he abandons my nubbin and I feel him step back. I whimper and peer over my shoulder, only to notice he’s still focused on my spread center. As he stares hungrily at my nether parts, his shafts remain hugely erect, and his nostrils flare whenever he takes a deep breath.
Her bottom hole is so tiny yet enticing.Fluxx, how I long to thrust an appendage into that delightful pucker of hers. I will train her. Yes, I will train her to withstand the rigors of an ass fucking so she can eventually accommodate my dual shafts at the same time—one cock in her wet mating orifice, and the other in her snug little asshole.
His thoughts shock me, and I’m tempted to announce that I’ll refuse any such training. But then I consider the advantages of knowing his thoughts. I don’t think he can hear mine. If he could, surely he would’ve already made an arrogant comment about it, especially considering I’ve called him a few choice names in my head.
Okay, fine, I won’t tell him. It’ll be a secret, one that will hopefully help me remain one step ahead. Despite my immense attraction to him and the warmth he fills me with, when he’s not pissing me off that is, I still don’t trust him. How can I trust a male I’ve known for such a short time?
Just when I think about jumping out of position and attempting to flee the bedroom, he taps one of my hands. “You may let go of your bottom cheeks now, little female. I will take over and keep you spread to my liking.”
I release my grip and return to my previous position, resting on my forearms, my hands grasping the covers for support. My arms tingle and itch, momentarily distracting me. I resist the urge to scratch and keep holding the covers.
Expectation surges inside me, the desperate need for him to assuage the fervent aching in my core. I suck in deep breaths and await his next move even as I contemplate escape.
In the end, I don’t bolt off the bed. My legs are trembling too hard to make it very far. He would no doubt catch me before I reached the door.
He takes my bottom cheeks, one in each hand, and draws them wide apart. I flush as the cool air once again caresses my nether parts and makes me aware of my total exposure. He presses the tip of one appendage to my wet center. I gasp and tense, and all rational thought flees my mind.
