His Captive Mate (7 page)

Daiea looked at the woman, confusion spread across her face.

“What about you, male?” Zaer asked, turning to the man. “Does the sight of this woman give you pleasure?”

The large man let out a grunt, nodded his head slightly, and stepped forward, tugging at the collar around his neck. The woman holding the end of the pole braced herself, holding the man back. Zaer laughed.

“Oh, good!” she said, sounding pleased.

Daiea’s mouth opened as the cock continued to straighten and swell. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the thing and it was all she could do to control the impulse to stand up and touch it, inspect it closer.

“Come,” Zaer said, standing up. “You can see it closer, if you like.”

Daiea needed no further coaxing. Scrambling off the bed, she followed Zaer until they were standing in front of the man, his massive member now fully erect.

“Don’t be scared. You can touch it,” Zaer said softly, inviting Daiea to kneel down before the massive thing.

Daiea looked at her keeper, then back at the man, then down at the rigid, pulsing flesh between his legs. She couldn’t contain her curiosity any more. She bent down until she was kneeling before him, the bulbous head of his flesh just inches from her lips. The thing bounced at her closeness, then bounced again as the man felt the warmth of her breath on his organ.

“Go on, touch it,” Zaer urged. “It’s what you are meant to do.”

Daiea looked at her, somewhat apprehensively, as if asking for further permission. Zaer simply smiled and stood back.

Daiea couldn’t contain herself or her curiosity any longer. Turning back toward the thing, she opened a hand and reached toward the cock with her slender fingers. As soon as she felt its heat under her palm, her hand squeezed around it, as if testing its hardness.

Daiea shrieked as the flesh stiffened at her touch. It was so rigid, it felt like stone, or metal. The ache that had started in her middle moved through her and she felt a warm trickle between her legs. She blushed, confused as to why this would be, but could not bring herself to stop her inspection.

“Would you like to taste it, Daiea?” Zaer asked coyly, knowing exactly what the woman’s reaction would be.

Daiea didn’t even look back. Her mouth opened almost on its own, as wet with saliva as her middle was with her juices. Without giving it a second thought, she impaled herself on the thing, letting it slide into her mouth along her tongue.

The man emitted a thunderous groan. It seemed to shake the very walls. The sound only served to make Daiea more excited. She wrapped her other hand around the thick, rigid flesh and ran her tongue up and down its length. A bittersweet trickle of fluid landed on her tongue and even though she did not know where it had come from, the taste of it made her ecstatic. She ran her tongue along the base of the shaft again, hoping to coax more of the sweet juice into her mouth. More of it dribbled onto her tongue and she swallowed it greedily.

“Now Daiea,” Zaer cautioned. She had expected avid interest, but not this level of enthusiasm. “You must be careful or you will cause him to spill all of his seed.”

The words ripped through Daiea like a bolt of lightning. She had no idea what Zaer was talking about but the thought that she could hold such sway over someone, a man no less, made her even wetter between the thighs. She began moving her face back and forth over the swollen pole and moaning slightly, begging for his release.

Zaer frowned and glanced at the woman holding the pole attached to the man’s neck. The woman nodded instantly and took a few steps back, taking the man with her. His member left Daiea’s lips with a loud pop and bounced up and down like a springboard.

Daiea’s eyes shot back to look at Zaer, unsure of why she’d been denied her desire. Zaer put her smile back on and walked around the woman and toward the door.

“Don’t worry, Daiea, we have something that you’ll enjoy much more,” Zaer said, tapping the woman holding the restraint on the shoulder. As the door slid open, she stepped out and took one final look at the young woman, naked on the floor.

Daiea stared in horror as she watched Zaer reach in and tap the guard on the shoulder again. With lightning quick reflexes, the woman at once released the collar around the man’s neck and stepped through the door. Daiea’s body was gripped by panic as the door slid shut, leaving her alone with the giant male.

When he came toward her, Daiea screamed.

The large man picked Daiea up in his arms as she screamed and placed her on the bed. His member lengthened as he parted her silken thighs and stared longingly at her tight pink hole. Without hesitation, he lowered himself onto her, crawling in between her legs, his rough, stubbled chin grazing her breasts, then her neck, then her chin as he took in her scent.

Paralyzed by fear, Daiea had stopped screaming and now lay with her eyes closed, sure that her end was near.

“Please don’t be scared.”

The four words made her gasp and her eyes snapped open. The large man’s rough face was hovering right above her own and for a second she couldn’t believe that it had been he who had spoken. “Don’t say a word,” the man said as his hips began moving between her thighs. “They are still watching. I will claim you now. That is what they want to see. But you have to trust me. After the uprising, I promise, you will be my bride forever.”

Daiea stared with wide eyes, unable to believe what she was hearing. Claim her? Uprising? What was he talking about? How could he even talk?! His next words came quickly.

“Say it. Say you trust me.”

“I—I trust you…” Daiea whispered. This was certainly the most bizarre thing that had ever happened to her. But something about this—this brute… something spoke to her… what was it?

But this was not the time for talk.

As soon as he heard the words, the man put the tip of his head to Daiea’s soaked center lips. She gasped. A thrill of pleasure raced through her. What was happening? What was he going to do? Surely he wasn’t going to…

The wet sounds of her folds being opened filled the small room at the same time she felt the pressure of the man’s thick shaft pressing against her walls.

“Oh!” she moaned as she felt the bulbous head slip past the first circle of her skin. She looked up to see his eyes wide and hungry, then down to see if she could make out what she thought was happening. She caught a glimpse of it. It was true. The man was… pushing himself inside her.

Unable to resist his instinct any more, the man braced himself against the bed and with a mighty thrust, drove his cock deep into Daiea’s virgin slit.

Her hands shot up and grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging deep into his skin. The pain of it only seemed to make him more mad with ecstasy and his thighs began to thunder against her wide open legs as seed pooled at the base of his shaft.

Daiea shook and screamed and looked into the stranger’s eyes. “Yes!” she cried as a massive orgasm gripped her in its clutches, causing every muscle in her body to tighten. Her drenched cunt gripped the man’s stiff shaft once, twice, and on the third time it seemed he couldn’t resist. As Daiea wrapped her body around him, her legs curling around his waist, the man burst inside her with his seed.

Thick, hot streaks of white cum spewed from the head of his cock, covering her walls. Daiea felt the warmth filling her and she screamed again, clutching at the man’s body as another wave of pleasure rode through her.

Another thrust. Another burst of precious liquid inside her. Another scream and another swell of orgasm raced through her.

As Daiea’s climax began to wane and her body began to relax, the man thundered against her, breaching her as deeply as he could and fucking his precious gifts into her darkest place. Finally, released from his own pleasure, he collapsed on top of her, panting and heaving.

Daiea could barely keep her eyes open and stay awake. But through the dim haze, she felt a smile flutter across her lips. She wanted to feel this again. And again, and again, and again…

* * *

The two women peering through the window glanced at each other.

“Did you see that, ma’am?” the guard asked.

“What?” Zaer replied, unsure of what the woman was talking about.

“I can’t be sure. Were they… were they speaking?”

Zaer frowned and looked back into the room. Speaking? The men could barely grunt, how could they be speaking? It had been a long day. She had no more patience left.

“Nonsense. Clean this up and see him back to his quarters. I shall be back tomorrow.”

With that, Zaer turned on her heel and walked quickly toward the lift doors. Watching the pair had made her quite excited. It was time for a bath, some dinner, and then a discreet request below decks that the man she’d met earlier be brought upstairs. Finally, it was her turn to unwind.

The walk back through the city streets had been less embarrassing for Daz only because she was too preoccupied trying to walk on her shaky legs to worry about who was staring at her. Her head was spinning, unable to process the different emotions and sensations her body had been subjected to in such a short time. Hawk walked slowly with her, supporting her the whole way and once they’d arrived back at his house, he helped her into the bed.

The hunger that she’d forgotten at the doctor’s began clawing at her stomach again and as soon as Hawk heard its protests, her short rest was over.

“So you’ve never cooked?” he asked, sitting across the room from her in his large chair.

Daz looked over at him. For the most part she’d forgotten about the fact that she was completely naked, at least when she was around him. But every time she looked at the man, her body reminded her of that fact. She felt a gnawing, almost painful ache as she stared at her large captor. She still thought of Golan, though not with the same nostalgia as before. Her nostalgia had begun to be slowly pushed aside by her curiosity for what this place held in store.

She shook her head in response to his question.

“Come then. It’s time to learn.”

Daz frowned. She thought of how she would be laughed at back on Golan if they’d known she had cooked, and for a man no less! Steeling her nerves, she shook her head again, ignoring his outstretched hand.

“Daz,” he growled, scowling at her from across the room. When he got up and walked toward her, it was with purpose. She turned her eyes away from him again and tried to cover herself with her arms. The closer he got, the more aware of her own nudity she became. “Alright then.” The words came at the same time his strong hand closed around her arm.

She gasped and looked up at him, unable to believe he was being so forceful. There was not much time for her to consider it, though. She found herself being lifted into the air as he sat down where she had just been sitting, then placed over his knee, her ass sticking prominently in the air. He pressed on the small of her back with his palm and she found that no matter how she tried, she couldn’t move more than an inch in any direction.

“I’m not a cruel man, Daz,” Hawk rumbled over her, “but I won’t take this kind of childish insolence.”

The end of his sentence brought the full weight of his palm crashing down onto her ass and she yelped as the pain of it seared through her body. Ignoring her protest completely, Hawk’s hand lifted and fell, lifted and fell, alternating cheeks as he went.

Daz felt completely humiliated, as if she were a child that were being punished for some outburst. She couldn’t believe that a man was doing this to her. But to her surprise, the space between her legs began to feel inexplicably damp.

The pain of the spanking began to move from just the surface of her flesh, deeper under her skin. She felt the heat of his discipline rising now and, mingling with the sharp, searing smacks, it became almost too much to bear.

“Please!” Daz shouted. “It hurts!”

But Hawk seemed unaffected by her pleas for mercy. Changing his angle, he began smacking the very base of her ass, each swat coming closer and closer to her now confusingly wet pussy.

A strange cocktail of fear, desire, and shame welled within her. As much as his attention hurt, some twisted part of her didn’t want it to end. And the closer he got to her core, the more that part took over. He was dominating her in a way she’d never imagined a man could, doing exactly what he pleased, when he pleased it. And she was powerless to stop him.

Tears stung at her eyes and rolled down her cheeks and just when she thought she might faint from the pain, Hawk stopped his furious clapping and his hot palm settled onto the round, fleshy orb of her ass and stayed there.

“It’s to keep the heat in,” he explained, his voice low and husky, as if he’d enjoyed meting out her punishment as much as she’d enjoyed receiving it. “It’ll serve your memory better. You will remember this, won’t you, Daz?”

Feeling ashamed and aroused at the same time, she realized that anything but the answer he wanted would probably only earn her another spanking. “Yes,” she whispered softly, her nipples tensing.

Then she felt it. The bulge she’d seen between his legs earlier, she felt it rise and touch her stomach. She wanted to avoid it, wanted to ignore it, but she couldn’t help the gasp that crossed her lips as she felt it pulse beneath her again.

“Have you seen a man before?” Hawk growled.

Was she imagining it, or was his hand moving closer to her core?

Daz tried to look up at her husband-to-be but she could barely twist her neck enough to see him. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed he was looking down with that stern but comforting stare she’d grown strangely fond of and a whisper of pleasure ran through her.

“I… of course I’ve seen a man. You’re right in front of me,” Daz replied, unsure of what he was asking.

Hawk pulled her from him, moving her onto her stomach onto the bed where he’d been sitting.

“Stay there,” he said, then turned around and moved back across the room, opened a small cupboard, pulled something out, then walked back to the side of the bed. Daz eyed the implement he was holding.