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  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.

  Chapter Ten

  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 h
er 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.

  “I meant, have you seen a man without his clothes? Fully?”

  Daz blushed and looked away. She felt the same tickle in her middle she’d felt at the doctor’s office as well as a hint of wetness between her legs.

  “I take that to mean you haven’t. Well, today you will. But we must begin your training first.”

  Daz’s eyes shot back up to Hawk’s face. It was calm, and even in a way that made her feel strangely safe.

  “Training?” she asked, unsure of whether she wanted to hear the answer.

  “All brides must be trained. Once I claim you, truly claim you in front of the others, you will be mine to do with as I please. You must be willing and able to submit to me in any way.”

  Another shiver ran down Daz’s spine at the thought of what such a submission might mean. “Are you ready to begin?” Hawk asked.

  With what she’d been through, Daz wasn’t sure of whether she wanted to answer the question. But the same curiosity that had dulled her longing for Golan, made her want to know what the large man was talking about. She nodded her head slowly.

  “Good. Get on your knees, Daz.”

  Daz pushed herself off the bed, the whole time staring into Hawk’s eyes. Her body had already begun reacting in much the same way it had at the doctor’s. Her pink nipples were stiff with expectation and the wetness between her legs had swollen even more. She felt a heat down there, a yearning for something. What, she wasn’t sure.

  “Good. Now bend down. So your arms are on the bed.”

  Daz did as she was asked, bending forward and resting on her arms so her breasts were pushed against her thighs and her rear was embarrassingly exposed.

  Hawk sat down slowly on the bed beside her. Daz stole another glance at his crotch. The bulge had grown again and whatever it was, it was now pressing tightly against the fabric of his trousers once more.

  “It is the most sacred ritual, to become a mate,” Hawk said quietly as his hand reached around behind her. Daz tensed as she felt the heat of his palm so close to her wet flesh. Was he… going to touch her? There?

  As his strong fingers pushed up against the wet folds of her softest flesh, Daz’s whole body stiffened against his touch.

  “Be still,” Hawk whispered. “Trust me.”

  With her heart pounding, Daz closed her eyes and did her best to do what he’d asked. As the muscles of her body relaxed, she felt her weight shift back again as her moist slit came to rest against his hand.

  “Good,” Hawk said softly as his fingers began to move slowly against her wetness. Tendrils of pleasure crept through her at his touch and her mouth opened slightly as she drew in a breath. It had been one thing to touch herself in her forbidden place. To have a man touch her there, this man, was another thing entirely. “Soon,” Hawk began, “all of you will be mine. You will know what it means to be my wife and to have a husband who loves you as much as I.”

  Her eyes shot open at the word. Love. Love? Love was a thing between mother and daughter on Golan. Love was a thing between sisters who’d known each other their whole lives. How did this stranger, this man, know what the word was or what it meant?

  Hawk’s rubbing became more insistent as he sensed her hesitation. The pressure of his touch sent the questions scattering to the corners of her mind and she found herself unable to hold a thought. The only thing she could focus on was the feeling growing in her middle.

  The sounds of his fingers opening her wetness made Daz blush with shame. Why was she allowing this? Why was she letting this man touch her where she’d barely ever touched herself? Another shudder of pleasure shook the embarrassment through her body and she found herself trying to lean back further, trying to press her body onto the heat of his hand.

  “When a man trains a mate,” Hawk said, still moving his hand in slow circles between her legs, “he must ready her in the way I’m going to ready you.”

  Daz felt the circles began to change shape, to move upwards slowly and turn into ever longer strokes up and down the length of her slit, each one coming closer to her rear hole. But the aching pleasure grew inside her and even though she wasn’t sure what was happening, she didn’t want it to end.

  “You’re so wet.” The words were whispered and hung in the air for some time. Daz glanced over at Hawk’s pants, where she swore she’d seen movement. The bulge seemed even larger now and the sight of it made her want to tear at his pants, to rip them off and see what it was. Hawk must have seen her looking. “That will be your reward. For being good. I will let you see what a man looks like. What I look like. Would you like that?”

  “Y-yes…” Daz whimpered, embarrassed at the frail sound of her voice as soon as she heard it.

  His hand moved up her slit, then back down, then up a little farther, spreading her juices so that they coated every inch of her flesh. Finally, just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, Hawk moved his thumb past the small wall of flesh at her center and placed it softly on her rear hole.

  “Shh,” Hawk soothed as her body tensed again, her eyes wide with fear. “Trust me.”

  Though it took a moment, Daz settled herself down the way she had the first time. He’d done nothing to hurt her yet. There was no reason to fear him now. She let her body relax again and felt herself opening for him.

  “Good,” he whispered softly. Daz caught sight of the motion at his middle again and the ache inside her grew until it was filling her completely.

  Hawk lifted his thumb slightly so that just the tip of it was touching the tight ring of muscle of her rear. She could feel it was soaked from being between her legs, slippery almost. Then, the feeling of the slightest pressure as Hawk began to push.

  “Ah…” Daz whimpered as his digit began spreading her open.

  “That’s it,” Hawk said as he pushed harder into her, spreading her open slowly. The wetness was helping to ease him in, but Daz had never felt anything like this in her life. She couldn’t believe that she was about to let herself be impaled by his hand. The thought shot through her body and suddenly changed everything. She felt her behind rise slightly into the air. She felt her tight hole relax and open for him. She felt the pressure at it swell but now she wasn’t scared anymore. Now she wanted him. She wanted him inside.

  As her body reacted, Hawk’s thumb, slick and slippery from her wet hole slid easily into her rear entrance as Daz gasped then let out a low moan. She closed her eyes. She was unable to focus on anything but the feeling of being filled by him. Her body shifted, pushing her ass even higher into the air, giving him even more access to what had only been hers.


  His fingers pressed up against her wet flesh again and the sensation of having him inside and touching her at the same time made her whole body swell with pleasure.

  “Oh…” Daz cried as he resumed the circles, now slightly faster than before. “Oh, Hawk, I-I don’t know… I don’t know what…” she mumbled as wave after wave of heat and goodness ran through her at his touch. Now she saw where she was headed. He was going to do to her what she’d done to herself at the doctor’s. He was going to give her that feeling. She was going to feel that same blistering heat by his hand.

  “Oh, Hawk… I-I’m going to…”

  Hawk steadied his stroke, realizing he’d found the perfect rhythm for his pet, with his thumb still buried deep inside her, his fingers pressed and flexed against her sex as they spun her slowly into oblivion.

  Daz winced at what was to come. The warmth filled her again, followed by a blinding white light that came when she closed her eyes. She felt heat pulsing from her core and onto her master’s hand. Her body began to rock back and forth and she wanted nothing more than to feel the sweet reward that would come to her for doing his bidding. As her muscles began to tense once more, she felt the moist folds he was massaging begin to clench, desperate for something to squeeze. She dug her fingers into the bed. Her eyes squeezed tight. Now there was nothing but that feeling of balancing on the thin edge of pleasure and as she began to moan, she felt that wet, hot ache that had built between her thighs explode through her body and then she was falling, falling, falling into a blissful nothingness again.

  When she drifted back into the room, she felt herself shuddering as the last throes of her ecstasy ebbed. She opened her eyes as he slipped out of her and she turned her head to see what he was doing.

  He swept up the implement he’d brought from across the room. It was a small, silver cone with what looked like a bowl on one end. Before she could react, Hawk pressed the tapered end of it against her rear and pushed. The thing slipped in easily, coated as she still was with her own liquid.