Grace Goodwin - Tamed by the Beast

With my legs around his, he let go of my thighs to lift my breasts. With each move of his hips he shifted a nearly imperceptible amount, but the slight change of angle made his cock hit me deep over and over. He forced me to hold still, to ride him as he pinched and pulled on my nipples, tugging them to hard points until I whimpered. My pussy clenched and released his thick length and I tried to wiggle, to make him move faster.

“Mine.”

Holy shit. Did he have a one-track mind! Did he need me to repeat it? Confirm it?

“Mine.” Why did he keep saying that?

This body seemed to know, to understand exactly what he wanted. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

With each word he fucked me harder, as if my assent made him lose a little more control.

When he dropped one hand to rest over my clit I nearly cried with relief, but he simply held me there, no stroking, no rubbing.

The cuffs around my wrist jangled as I struggled to lift myself with my arms, to shift my hips forward and force him to touch me the way I needed.

His chuckle was so deep, that I knew, that I felt something so big and strong, so massive that I was truly small in comparison. And I knew he was teasing me, making me continue to beg.

“Please.”

He kept one hand over my clit, the other moved up to my hair where his large hand tangled and pulled my head back until my neck arched in a delicious offering. “Mate.”

His lips grazed my ear and I shuddered at the carnal promise in that one word. Yes. I wanted him. He was mine. Forever. I licked my lips, finally ready to speak the words I knew would break his iron control. “Fuck me, mate. Make me yours.”

A shudder moved through his chest and arms. I felt his whole body shake as his control shattered. He held my hair, his fierce thrusts breaking my hold on his legs as he drove in and out of me like a machine, hard, fast, unrelenting.

Pulling nearly all the way out, he used gravity to bring me back down as the weight of my own body impaled me on his cock over and over in a rapid claiming that forced a whimper from my throat.

That one sound of surrender must have been what he was waiting for as he rubbed my clit then, just a little rough, exactly the way I liked.

Head held back, I spiraled into oblivion, riding sensation after sensation as he fucked me like I was the only one for him, as if he would never get enough. As if he’d die if he didn’t fill me with his seed and make me his forever.

I felt feminine and powerful. Beautiful. And I never felt beautiful. The thought distracted me until he released my hair and used his free hand to land a stinging slap on the side of my naked bottom.

I startled, my inner walls contracting around his cock. I moaned. He groaned.

He struck again, somehow knowing I loved it rough, loved the sharp tang of pain.

Smack!

Thrust. Withdraw.

Smack!

Smack!

He spanked my bottom until the heat spread like wildfire through my body, burning me up from the inside out.

When I couldn’t think, could barely breathe, he stopped. Slowly, so slowly that every movement felt as if it took an eternity, he withdrew from my swollen pussy, then pushed his cock inside me once more. Fully seated, he covered my back with his sweat-slick body, caged me in, both arms wrapped around my hips, his hands eager to play with my pussy.

“Come now.”

Lightly, he moved his fingers up and down above my clit, each soft strike a blast to my nerves as he spread my pussy lips open wide with two fingers of each hand and held me open to rub and flick my clit with the others. He’d been so rough and now was gentle. He could be both. He could be everything.

I lost hold of reality as my orgasm roared through me. In the distance, I heard a woman scream, knew it was me, but I was floating in a storm of sensation held together by my mate. I knew he had me, kept me from falling, kept me safe as I took and took and took.

My body pulsed with pleasure and I felt dizzy, disoriented for a moment. I closed my eyes and drew a shuddering breath as the spasms finally faded, as my tensed muscles relaxed. And suddenly, I felt cold, missed the heat of my mate at my back.

Panicked and unsure, I opened my eyes and blinked against the bright lights of a clinical setting. A concerned woman watched me closely from where she stood next to the strange bed on which I lay. I tried to lift my arm to rub my face, my eyes, but found I could not, my wrists cuffed to what looked like an oversized dentist’s chair.

One look down at my body and reality came flooding back. A gray, hospital-style gown covered me, but was open in the back. I was naked beneath, the slide of my now wet ass and thighs testament to my body’s state of arousal. I was in Miami, at the alien bride center. I’d flown here yesterday after telling my boss at the restaurant in Milwaukee to go fuck himself and walking out in the middle of my shift. That had felt fucking great.

The damn plane ticket had cost every last dime I had in the bank, but I didn’t care. I needed a change. A massive change. And I wasn’t going back.

“Are you all right, Miss Wilson?” The woman before me wore a dark gray uniform with a strange burgundy insignia above her left breast. I remembered her now, Warden Egara. She’d been nice enough, and completely professional, which I appreciated. Most of the time people freaked out over my size, even at the doctor’s office.

The warden was trim and beautiful, and everything I’d never been. She probably had men lining up to ask her out, to get her naked and make her come all over their cocks.

Me? Men asked me to dog-sit and go get coffee. The orgasm I’d just had? Yeah, it was the first given to me by someone else since I was barely out of high school. My lovers had been few and far between, and not one of them strong enough to lift me up and fill me from behind. Or to know exactly how to touch me, how to push me to the brink, taunt me, then take me over.

I knew my eyes were glazing over, but I couldn’t help relishing the memory, the feeling of that huge cock filling me up and making me a touch sore, of those huge hands making me feel beautiful and small… making me feel like… her. The other me, the me that didn’t really exist, that was pure fantasy in my mind. Just like him.

“Miss Wilson?” The warden tilted her head down and studied me more closely, something I definitely did not need at the moment, not while my bare bottom was sliding all over the chair, wet with my own arousal.

“I’m fine.” I tried to lift my hands, to adjust the hospital gown where it had inched up just past mid-thigh, but the cuffs stopped me cold. Damn.

“Are you sure? The matching process can be… intense.”

So, was that what they were calling mind-numbing orgasms these days? Intense? Hell, yes, that had been intense. I’d like more then, please.

She looked sympathetic, and I found I wanted to tell her everything. Hell, I wanted to ask her the one burning question I’d been too afraid to ask. But I couldn’t find the courage. I was terrified of the answer. Instead, I pasted a smile on my lips. “Yes. I’m fine.”

“Excellent.” She smiled and nodded, apparently convinced by my halfhearted attempt at a smile of my own that I wasn’t about to go into shock or have a mental breakdown. Obviously, she’d never had to wait tables for a busy dinner shift with puking kids and drunken idiots surrounding her in equal numbers. I could handle a whole lot more stress than this. And orgasm stress? Yeah, that wasn’t stress at all. It was… overwhelming.

I tried to relax, leaned back into the chair and focused on counting as I pulled air into my lungs. Four in, four out. That’s how I did things.

The room was pale and white, clinical, and I felt like I was in an emergency room, not a bride processing center, but when you were about to commit to life as an alien’s bride, I guess they did things a bit differently.