“What we did was not befitting members of the Authority. We were like… I was like an animal.”
“I know. That’s why we enjoyed it so much. And it’s why the Dinavri let us go. If you’d have tried to make some fake show of it, they would have known. We’d never have gotten the prisoner. We’d probably never have left their planet.”
He nodded in agreement, one hand cupping her still aching rear, the other wrapped lightly around her thigh.
“You liked being treated that way? I knew you had a taste for pain, but that was more than painful…”
She bit her lower lip and thought about what he was saying. It was sweet that he was debriefing her so tenderly. “I was scared and I was sore. It hurt and it was embarrassing, but what happened when you were inside me was so incredible. I’ve never felt pleasure like that before.”
“A masochist and a brat,” he mused to himself.
“Excuse me?”
“That’s what you are. A pain-seeking rebel who revels in the punishment as much as she does the misbehavior.”
“That’s me,” she agreed. “And who are you? A sadistic tyrant?”
“I’m the male who mated Jerri Tessil,” he said, pride in his voice and his eyes. “I made you mine in front of the eyes of warriors.”
“You pervert,” she teased, her pussy tingling as he made reference to the oh-so public nature of their roughest coupling.
“You’re a bad girl.”
“Yeah? Maybe it’s not just that I’m a bad girl. Maybe there’s a little bad boy inside you too, Atlas. Maybe I bring out what’s real in you. Not all that Authority bullshit.”
He slapped her ass hard. “We are representatives of the Authority.”
“Ow!” She hissed with pain as his palm reignited the stripes still present on her ass.
“You are hurt,” he said seriously. “I need to inspect you for damage.”
“You can’t take my word for it?”
“Hush, brat,” he censured her gently.
He stood up, holding her in his arms and carrying her off to his quarters. They were bigger than hers, even on a shuttle like this one. Jerri felt herself relaxing into his grasp. All she wanted was to be held and touched, pleasured and hell, even punished by him. Before meeting Atlas she had experienced an almost constant low-level sense of loneliness. She had been so used to it she hadn’t even known it was there. But now, here, with him, it was gone. It had evaporated into the very intimate and intense connection between the two of them. She rested her head against his chest and breathed in his alien scent. It was a chemical cocktail of perfection that calmed and soothed her with every breath. She could surrender to him forever.
Atlas put her down on his bed on her back and spread her legs with a careful but strong touch. She heard him suck in his breath at the state of her sex.
“So swollen, and still so wet,” he murmured, crouching over her like a massive ridged beast. “Is it sore?”
“No,” she lied. She did not want him deciding that she was too fragile to be mated by him. She wanted him to fuck her again, now if possible. Being bared and seen by him, touched with care and concern, it made her pussy throb. She felt her clit pulse and her inner walls clench with anticipation.
He reached down and drew his fingers gently over her pouting slit. Jerri bit her lower lip and made a real effort not to make any sound but she could not help the slight grunt that escaped her.
“Why do you lie to me?” Atlas kneeled over her, his hand lightly over her pussy, not quite touching, but so close she could feel the heat from it against her lower lips.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whimpered, squirming beneath his touch and his stare. The motion made her ass hurt all over again, a full-on ache and sting that gave her an even more intense need for the pleasure he could give her.
“You want pain. You want punishment. You want…” He pressed his fingers against her pussy lightly, rubbed her for a moment, then tapped her pussy once, twice, three times, leaving her writhing with excitement.
“I want you,” she whimpered.
“You want to be mated,” he growled back. He was not wrong.
She watched with hitched breath as he lowered himself over her, his massive head dipping between her thighs in a cascade of thick dark hair that hid what was happening from her gaze. But she didn’t need to see what was happening. She could feel it. His lips on her lower lips, spreading her open, tenderly exploring the very same flesh he had previously ravaged.
His tongue was gentle on her lower lips, and as sore and swollen as they were from the previous day’s ravaging, she found herself spiraling into pleasure all over again.