Grace Goodwin - Matched and Mated

Moaning, I obeyed, fighting the surge of unexpected heat flowing through my veins.

For him, I would hold on, knowing that in the end, my restraint would be worth it.

Brax bent over me, his dark eyes lingering on the jewels dangling from my nipples. He ran his finger along the inner folds of my pussy and gently tugged on the jewel there.

I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped.

“You will look beautiful one day, Miranda, when your mate adorns you properly.” His fingertips traced a line from one breast to the other. “A chain will be here.” He ran his finger down to my clit as I fought the swing to get closer to him. “And here, shining like a beacon against your skin. No one will doubt you are truly claimed.”

He spread my pussy lips apart and placed his huge cock at the edge of my core. The swing was the exact height to allow him to slide right into me. “I’m going to take you now. You will not come until I am deep inside you.”

He thrust forward, slowly, drawing out my pleasure. One more tap to the ring—which was the smallest remote control I’d ever seen—and another strike of lightning went through my body.

His cock bottomed out inside me, stretching me fully, filling me completely. Making me whole. Then, as I’d come to expect, he reached beneath me and slid two large fingers inside my ass, stretching me as he thrust with his cock. I was full, the sting of pain, the invasion of every part of me making me cry out. I lost it, the orgasm rushing through me like every cell in my body went into spasm.

This bliss, this pleasure he could give me, was like a drug. I was addicted, and I wasn’t sure how I could resist another hit. But I would. I would have to because I didn’t belong to him.

And as much as I had hoped otherwise, the words he’d just spoken made my body burn but my heart break. I didn’t belong to him. And he didn’t belong to me.

Doctor Valck Brax

Miranda was so beautiful, lost to the world as I fucked her through the first spasms of orgasm. She was so hot, so tight and the way her pussy rippled around me as she came would be my undoing. My release would be quick this first time, my balls too full, but it wouldn’t be the last. I would take her often this night, and this would be the first of many orgasms. It had to be enough to hold us both over for a few weeks, until I returned from duty once again.

But the sight of her now would keep me warm on long, cold nights, give me a vision to recall when I gripped my cock and found relief while I was gone. The layered dressing gown she wore looked like a gift-wrapped bow made of prisms. And inside that gift, a warm, wet female all too eager to ride my cock. With the gems and clamps peeking out from between the folds… fark , I wanted to come again.

Those jewels, the dark green color, lay perfectly against her skin. I’d chosen them carefully, chastising myself for a fool even as I imagined adorning her in truth. Claiming her for my own. Seeing them on her responsive body, watching my cock slide in and out of her wet pussy as she gasped and begged for more, made me realize that I was lost. I was hers. There would be no fighting it, not any longer.

The problem was that she didn’t want me. She didn’t want a mate at all. She’d been poorly treated and no longer trusted a mate to care for her. I had been careful, very, very careful not to push her too hard outside of the bedroom. Within, she was mine. She bent to my will and offered her submissive body for my pleasure. But beyond my bedchamber? She was defiant. Quiet. Closed off. Even here, she cried and would not reveal her pain to me.

If I pushed, she would run, just as she’d run from her first mate.

She’d left him behind, on Earth, so desperate to get away that she’d traveled across the galaxy to a new planet.

To me.

And I didn’t want to lose her as that fool had.

Miranda had come to me months ago, told me of her trouble finding physical pleasure, of her former mate’s lack of skill in the art of satisfying his female. The imbecile. She had blamed herself for his deficiency, but I knew the truth of it. Her mate had been lazy. Selfish. He had not treasured, nor valued her enough to learn what made her happy. To make her writhe and scream and shudder at his every touch.

I had more than made up for his idiocy and enjoyed every moment. Now, with my cock buried deep and her soft skin on display, I mourned both the fact that Miranda did not want me, and the fact that I could not take a mate. My job was too dangerous, and I refused to place a female in the position of being alone for weeks at a time.

But I could not walk away from my duty. The things I did in service to Councilor Roark were important to keep our people safe and protected.

I was torn in half every time I was with Miranda. Wanting to stay with her, adorn her permanently, make her mine. And yet, I wanted to keep her apart. Separate. Safely away from my job and the constant danger I faced. She’d come to me first, offering her body. In all this time, she had not asked me to belong to her. To make her mine permanently. She had not made any demands, either. She simply reveled in the pleasure I provided, as did I.

I could not dwell on this now, my cock buried deep, her inner walls gripping and practically milking the cum from my balls. A good lover did not think of anything but the sweet bliss of a female’s body at a time like this. I was an attentive lover, and I would prove that to her.

I let the swing do the work. Putting my hands on the chains that affixed it to the ceiling, I pushed. She slipped off my cock until only the tip remained opening her up, then I let go, allowing gravity to slide her back onto me. Again and again did she swing off, then onto my cock until her breathing was erratic. Sweat glistened on her skin. Her pussy juices coated my balls. A flush crept over her adorned breasts. She was being such a good girl holding off her second orgasm. Waiting. Waiting.

“Come now,” I growled, unable to hold off my own pleasure any longer. It sizzled down my spine, burst from me in spurts of thick cum that filled her. She screamed and came with me, taking everything I gave her with unleashed passion, with the most giving heart, the most willing body.

I held my legs locked, trying to stop myself from crumpling to the floor. She could kill me with pleasure alone, but I had to care for her, see to her needs before my own, remove her from the swing and carry her back to bed. I would gently remove the clamps and kiss the places that had been so beautifully tortured. Then I would lick her clit until she came again.

Long minutes later, job complete, I settled her against me, her taste on my tongue, her juices coating my cock. Fark.

Miranda was wrapped in my arms, replete. Exhausted. Covered in the sweaty, sated haze of sex.

I loved the way she curled against me. Trusted me to hold her. A small smile turned up the corner of her full lips, and it made me smile, too. I was… happy. Content. The feeling was usually as fleeting as an orgasm, but the contentment I felt with her had extended to include this… snuggle time, as she’d called it.

I could not keep her with me any more than I could hold on to the feelings she pulled from my body. And so circumstances forced me to break the mood. Usually, I was in the city for several days after a mission, free time I would spend with my cock buried deep in Miranda, making her come until she couldn’t speak.

Not this time. I was back in the city tonight only, for duty called. “I must leave in the morning.”