Grace Goodwin - Matched and Mated

“Thank you, Master.”

He chuckled and I closed my eyes in pleasure. It was rare that I could make him laugh. “Don’t you want to know what I bought for you before you thank me?”

I did. But I remained silent, didn’t look over my shoulder to see what it might be. Until I felt his fingers slide between my legs to find my clit. Only then did my head come up. I hissed as something hard clamped down on that sensitive bit of flesh, and I moaned with shock, and a nip of pain. But within seconds, the pain transformed to pleasure, and I panted. “Thank you, Master.”

His hand caressed my back once more, moving in soothing motions as I adjusted to the intense pressure on my clit. “I have two more, Miranda. Sit up and present your breasts to me.”

I leaned back on my heels and returned to my original kneeling position. When he moved around in front of me, he looked down between my parted thighs, saw the jewel dangling down from my pussy. Yes, Trion males loved to decorate their females. To adorn them and make them even more beautiful. Even more aroused.

I watched as he plucked and tugged at a nipple until the tip was hard, then placed a jeweled clamp on it. The sting was immediate, but my entire body shuddered with pleasure as he moved on to the other. I needed this, the bite, the pain, the shock that made my pussy practically weep.

I glanced down, saw the sharp clamps had green gems dangling from them. With each shuddering breath, they swayed. I felt beautiful. Special. I felt like I was the center of his world. I wanted everything he could give me… and more.

I wasn’t sure what the more that I needed was yet, but I knew it was there within me, like an itch in my mind. No matter how many times Brax made me come, there was something else I required, a yearning I’d felt almost every day of my life. But the strange emptiness was buried so deep inside me that I couldn’t hope to name it. That empty place ached all the time, like my soul had been bruised and never recovered.

At first, I’d ignored the painful loneliness and written the darkness off as teenage angst. Later, when I married, I’d begun to think that maybe the feeling was a permanent side-effect of my cold, rigid ex. But now, I wasn’t sure. He’d made me feel like there was something wrong with me, like I was a deviant. A freak.

That’s what I’d believed, until Brax broke me free of my sexual prison. And if my ex looked at me now? Naked except for some frothy fabric, dripping wet and desperate for an alien who’d put clamps on my clit and nipples, he wouldn’t recognize me. And yet, I wanted more. Sooo much more.

Brax somehow knew what made me ache, what made me hot. He could make me come as easily as he could kiss me. When I was with him, I lost track of the number of orgasms he gave me, the places he touched me. And still it wasn’t enough. The clamps showed his dominance, but secretly I craved even more. Needed something I couldn’t name.

My body wasn’t broken. The pleasure I felt with him was proof of that. There was a deep well of sexual need that even he had yet to reach. What the hell was wrong with me? What could still be missing?

Brax touched me and I trembled. My body was whole again. But my mind? My heart? My soul? I wasn’t so sure about the rest of me. And maybe that’s why this would be all there could ever be between us. Sex. Raw. Hot. No-strings-attached sex.

Agony blossomed inside my mind like a sudden explosion of fireworks, but I forced it down, back into its cage. This wasn’t the time or the place. I didn’t want to feel those things now. I didn’t want to think about the past, or the future.

I just wanted to feel and he was doing an excellent job of that. I panted, trying to settle into the heat, the burn, the bite of pain. The sweetest pleasure.

I didn’t realize my eyes were closed until Brax’s palm came to rest against my cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a single tear that had escaped in defiance of my orders.

“Are you sure you want to be here, Miranda? While I can see your pussy is dripping in need for me, you are… quiet. We can stop now.” Brax’s voice was gentle, and I knew he meant what he said. This was an agreement for our mutual pleasure, nothing more. I wasn’t about to tell him all my fears. He already knew too much about my past. More than anyone else on this planet. More, even, than Natalie.

“No, Master. I don’t wish to stop. I need this. I need you.”

Brax leaned down and kissed me, gently. There was acceptance in the touch, and I knew he would accept my words and not push for answers. Just as I didn’t demand answers from him about where he disappeared to on his missions, when he would return, or if he was fucking someone else. He wasn’t my mate, after all.

The kiss turned hot and I trembled. Leaning forward, I felt the gems sway. I lifted my arms to his chest, stealing the touch I knew he would deny me later.

His hands wrapped around my wrists and he lifted my hands above my head, denying me now.

“Come, Miranda.” Brax didn’t use the term I’d heard other males use with their mates, gara. There was no literal translation into English, so my NPU didn’t substitute anything when they said it. Best I could figure it was something close to love. When I’d asked Roark about the term, he’d said it meant literally a piece of his soul. So romantic, and one more reminder of what Brax and I were to each other. We took care of each other’s physical needs, but we weren’t the same soul.

Not even close. And that was why I’d never heard that word from his lips.

Obediently, I rose and followed him to a padded bench that was common in the private quarters of males on Trion. Brax had two benches, one narrow, like a sawhorse, that he could bend me over and then chain my wrists to my ankles, leaving my pussy and ass exposed. The other, a padded swing with places for my back, arms and legs so he could strap me in, suspended in the air, and do with me as he pleased.

I loved them both.

Tonight, he led me to the swing, and I fought for patience as he strapped my arms and legs to leather bindings that hung from chains attached to the ceiling. Once I was bound, he nudged my ankles wide, making my pussy open, then lowered me slowly backward until my feet left the ground and I was swinging, face up, in the air. Standing between my open legs, he loomed over me like a sex god and my pussy clenched.

“Don’t you want to know what else your gifts can do?” he asked, his gaze roaming over me. I knew he could see my clamped nipples, the turgid tips a deep red. My pussy was bare and open to him, crowned by the green gem that tugged on my clit. I knew he could see how wet I was, how my pussy—and even my ass—clenched in eager anticipation. I wondered if he would fuck me there or place a toy in my ass as he took my pussy. I loved it all. Wanted everything at once.

“Yes, Master. Please.” I already knew what the jewels were capable of. I’d heard talk of the special adornments males of this world placed on their females’ bodies. Things that vibrated and zapped and wreaked havoc on her sanity. He could wreak some serious havoc on me. I was more than ready. It seemed the clamps were only the start.

If only they were permanent.

Mine.

With a grin I’d become all too familiar with, he touched the large ring he wore on his right hand. With a small twist, tiny electric shots blasted through my clit and nipples, followed by a vibration that made my back arch up and my breath catch.

“Holy shit, what is that?” I gasped. He grinned. I tried to shift my hips, but the swing held me in such a way that I could do nothing but take what he gave me. “I’m going to come, Master.”

“No, you will not.” His stern order was followed by a swat to my inner thigh, just hard enough to pull me back from the edge. “You will not come until I give you permission.”