Page 50 of Commander's Slave

She hurried onto the bed and watched as he stripped off his uniform. His cock remained hard and not a bit flaccid. She often marveled at this difference between Kall and human men. Many nights he took her three or four times in a row before he had had his fill and drifted off to sleep. Not only was he insatiable, but he was considerate as well, bringing her to orgasm more times than she could count.

He knelt between her legs on the bed, smacking the insides of her thighs to urge her to open wider. A shudder ran through her as he licked her inner thighs, lapping up the moisture that had rolled down her leg as she sucked his cock.

She cried out when he licked her silken folds, his tongue darting over her pulsing clit. A few flicks and she was clawing at his head, writhing as he circled her sensitive nub. Her muscles tensed and she closed her eyes, lost in sensation as she climbed higher and higher, closer to the sweet precipice of no return. A groan ripped from her throat when he pulled away.

He regarded her with amusement glittering in his eyes. Then he stood and picked up her dress, tearing a strip of cloth from it. Before she could ask a single question, he was securing her wrists to the bed railing. She tugged at her restraints and found them tight. She wasn’t going anywhere. Her heart raced as her need built, and she parted her thighs in hopes that he would finish what he’d started.

“Edek, please,” she begged. He was killing her, and he seemed to enjoy the torment he was inflicting.

He lifted her legs in the air, exposing her bottom. “I prefer your bottom to be thoroughly spanked and bright red when I fuck you, Betsy.” He thwacked her most tender spot, right at the seam where her thighs and bottom met.

Gasping for breath, Betsy whimpered and winced as he spanked her hard and fast. Several of the smacks fell across her pussy, stinging her wet lips and heightening her arousal.

He paused for a moment to inspect his handiwork. He met her gaze and shook his head. “Not red enough yet, I’m afraid.”

“Edek!” Her head thrashed from side to side as she endured another round of sharp slaps to her tender bottom. Each smack hit her like a lash of fire, the sting building and fueling the heat in her loins. Everything below her waist throbbed. She needed him. Badly. She needed Edek to be inside her now. A scream built in her throat and she held back, whimpering until tears escaped her eyes.

“Ah, now that’s a lovely shade of red, Betsy.” He paused and patted her bottom, and she took the opportunity to take a few deep breaths and gather her senses.

She nearly thanked him when his head dipped between her thighs, and he mercifully brought her to a quick and powerful release. Her toes tingled and the pleasure traveled up her legs, merging with the tightness in her stomach to shatter her completely. Shudders wracked her body and her moans filled the air. Before she could recover, Edek flipped her over, keeping her hands secured to the head railing, and thrust his cock deep into her womanly core.

He took her many times until they collapsed on the bed, spent and breathless atop the covers. Fatigue clouded her mind and she hovered on the verge of sleep while he stroked her hair.

“You can rest for a bit, wife,” he murmured in her ear, a smile touching his voice. He untied her wrists and rubbed her chafed skin with a tender touch. “But not for too long. I’m not finished with you yet.”

Chapter 27

“How many dayswill we be here?” Betsy asked, yawning. She curled into Edek’s embrace and sighed in contentment, her body aching and her heart full.

“Until I’ve fucked you on every surface of this boat.”

She laughed. “I’m serious. I want to know how long I’ll have my husband all to myself.”Husband. Oh how wonderful it felt to call Edek her husband.

“How long does a honeymoon in your culture typically last?”

“At least six months,” she said in a mock serious voice.

“Need I remind you what happens to wives who lie to their husbands?”

A thrill skittered through her at his threat. Heat surged to her pussy and wetness pooled within her depths. She rolled on top of Edek. His cock throbbed directly against her sex, and she parted her thighs gradually, teasing him with small gyrations of her hips.

“I think I need a reminder,” she whispered into his ear. “A very firm reminder.”

He chuckled. “We’ll have to return before the next lunar cycle begins. There’s to be another wedding soon, after all.”

She smiled. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

Beams of white light blanketed the room. The two moons shone amidst the starry night, and Edek sat up and gathered Betsy close to his heart. She trailed her fingers over his dark red skin and met his eyes.

He kissed her forehead. “You affect me like no other female. I love you, Betsy, and I’m going to tell you I love you every day for the rest of our lives.”

She struggled for air as emotion clogged her throat. Gentleness lurked beneath his strong and fierce exterior, a tender side of him that she knew he dared not show another soul. She was blessed to see this side of him. Though he’d likely never admit it, he ached for love and acceptance as much as she did. “I-I love you too, Edek.”

Happiness lighted his eyes, and he leaned down to capture her lips.

The boat continued to drift down the river, while moonlight streamed into the room and caressed their entwined bodies. Their hearts beat together.

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