More complete. Yes. She wanted to be completed. She wanted to be filled. She wanted to be made a whole new kind of whole. She arched her back, showing him that she was as eager for it as he seemed to be to give it.
“Stay there,” he said, releasing her cheeks and rising to his feet.
She heard him moving about behind her, and for once in her life actually obeyed. She stayed still out of curiosity, not knowing if a lash would land momentarily or if he had something else planned for the most sensitive and intimate parts of her body.
In her wildest fantasies, she hoped the next thing she would feel would be his massive hand on the back of her neck, and his no doubt huge Kitari cock against her pussy lips. It had been far too long since she’d had sex with anyone. That hadn’t bothered her until Atlas took hold of her and made her feel a whole host of things that kept swirling around and around inside her body and her brain, driving her near mad with need.
Coming to his quarters hadn’t really been a choice. It had been an impulse she had been resisting until she couldn’t resist it anymore. He’d more than just punished her. He’d lit a flame inside her that refused to go back out.
She gasped as a light dollop of cool gel dripped between her cheeks.
“Reach back and hold yourself open, brat.”
She hesitated before obeying. No Authority punishment she was aware of ever involved holding your own butt cheeks open, but Atlas was not a typical Authority commander. He was different in every way, and she thrilled to that difference. She reached back, felt the slight ache in her cheeks as she pulled them apart.
“More.”
Jerri blushed furiously all the way to her toes as she did as she was told. Apparently satisfied, Atlas began to unleash discipline upon her. She felt something hard and ridged sliding down over the gel and toying around her anus. It wasn’t his cock. At least, she hoped it wasn’t. It was too small and knobby feeling to possibly be one of his appendages. Everything about him was big and thick and overwhelming.
“Relax, Ensign,” he said, slowly working whatever it was into her anus. It was not so large she had to struggle to take it, but the natural humiliation from having her rear filled by a superior officer was almost too much to take. She felt hot and tingly all over, especially in the very entrance of her rear where the intrusion was slowly progressing inside her, propelled by Atlas’s strong fingers. She was complicit in her own conquest, her own hands keeping her open for the… what was it?
“This is a punishment from my home world,” Atlas explained. “An herb which emanates heat and interacts with soft tissues to engorge and sting. For you, it will not be so painful, but it will teach you a lesson.”
“I…” She was going to say she couldn’t feel anything, but before she could form the words she felt a surge of heat inside her ass emanating from that hard, knobby stick lodged in her rear.
“Oh, my gods!” she gasped.
“You should be hot and sore inside and out,” Atlas declared, slapping her spread cheeks for good measure, his rough fingers finding the ultra-sensitive inner parts of her cheeks that never usually experienced any impacts at all.
He punished her in that position.
“Keep your hands on those cheeks. Keep them spread,” he growled.
She had craved his disciplinary touch again, but she had never imagined he would go so far so quickly. She was in farther than she had ever imagined, way over her head. Atlas turned the stick a little, pushing it an inch or so deeper.
He watched her writhe with a sense of true satisfaction, alternating slaps of his palm on her tender cheeks with toying strokes of the pain root. An inquiring mind might have wondered why he’d had this soaking for the past couple of days in salted water to draw the worst of the compounds out and leave it safe for use on humans, but that inquiring mind was too busy wriggling and gasping at the effects of it to wonder why he was so very prepared for her.
She was spoiled. She was the product of a soft world. It would have been easy to despise someone like her, but he sensed a rough edge in her. She may not have grown up on a dying desert world, but she had undoubtedly suffered. It was written all over her in every interaction and in the guarded way she kept herself from notice most of the time.
He noticed her. He saw her. And he wanted her.
It was fortunate he’d relieved himself before she came to him. If he hadn’t he didn’t think he would be able to stop himself from exploring the hot, wet interior hidden away behind her soft, downy lower lips.