Discipline first.
He walked around her, inspecting her, admiring the way the position made her ass appear very round and very prominent, and how accessible her human holes were. The tight pink bud of her anus drew his attention more than it had in the past. The human capacity for taking his cock was limited, and he had enjoyed her writhing pussy wrapped around him before, but perhaps he had missed an orifice capable of delivering an even more intense experience to the deserving little minx.
“I don’t even know where to begin,” he told her, slapping her ass. “What kind of punishment does one give a mutineer who stole a ship?”
“Just one thing before…”
“What? Don’t you dare try to talk your way out of this.”
“I’m not! I promise! I just… I wanted to tell you, Taylor didn’t mean anything. It was a one-night stand before I even got on the ship…”
Atlas spanked her. Hard. His palm left a perfect hand imprint on her ass, branding her and claiming her again.
“I know he meant nothing. I only mentioned him because Janus insisted I make you think I was leaving you. We would have both been severely harmed if I had not given into her whims.”
“That bitch!”
“Janus did what she thought was right. We are the ones who broke the rules, defied her command, and, well, her ship is in dock here, so…”
“I know,” she giggled.
He spanked her ass with the flat of his palm, loving the way those beautiful curves bounced. They seemed a little more ample now than they had before, something he enjoyed greatly.
The more he spanked her, the more he found himself drawn by the darker, tighter hole between her cheeks. Every time she wriggled and squirmed it would wink at him alluringly.
Atlas was a big believer in instinct. He had sublimated many of his during his time with the Authority, but those times were over and in the world of the Dinavri there was no other way to survive.
He swiped his finger up the soft, wet slit of her pussy. She was soaked with arousal, just as he expected.
“What happens to naughty girls who steal spacecraft?” He asked the question while pressing his pussy-slicked finger against her asshole.
“What?” She squeaked the question.
“They get fucked in their tight asses, that’s what. They get dominated by their mates until they submit and become good girls.”
“I’m never going to be a good girl.” She said it softly, under her breath, more to herself than to him. There was something woeful about it, almost defeated.
He stopped, pulled away from her hot little ass, and walked around to crouch down before her, his eye level with hers. Atlas looked into those sweet, watery blue eyes and spoke with quiet determination. “You are my good girl. Understand?”
She bit her lower lip and nodded a little.
“You don’t have to do anything to be my good girl,” he continued. “Because I am always going to make you good again. You understand? This isn’t like it was before. You’re mine. In every way. And nothing is ever going to take you away from me again.”
He kissed her sweetly, passionately, and then he stood up and proceeded to fuck her deserving little ass.
Jerri whined and whimpered as she felt his rough cock pressing against her unyielding anal core. There was a tightness and a resistance she could not help even though his words had unleashed a warmth within her that made her want to cry with relief.
She knew all too well what her actions had cost him, though she had never intended to drag him into this. She had believed he was done with her the same way Taylor had been done with her until he reappeared, growling, furious, dominant, ready to reclaim her for his own.
A deep breath made it possible for her to relax enough to allow him to sink inside her just a little. The head of his cock was already leaking the substance that healed even as he caused damage. He might not have hurt her yet, but there was an inevitability of pain when they coupled. It could not be avoided. And with him sinking ever deeper inside her ass, she was frightened as much as she was aroused. Would she be able to take the thickening girth of his alien rod?
“Yes,” he growled, sinking deeper, answering her question without her having ever asked it. He continued taking her in that absolutely shameful and vulnerable position, bent over like a schoolgirl being disciplined by her stern alien headmaster. Atlas always made her feel small, and never more than this very moment with her hands on her knees, his massive rough hands on her hips, her ass being steadily fed his cock until she was full.
“I can’t…”
“You can,” he growled back, finding a small portion of her body as yet unclaimed. She was panting, her face flushed, her breasts hanging heavy against her thighs as she was bent almost double. She had become nothing more than a receptacle for his rod.