Mated to the Warriors (16 page)

He took his time running his hands over my skin, making me tingle and want. I let him pet me, my body completely his as I reveled in his exploration. He could take whatever he wanted now, do whatever he wanted to my body, hurt me, fuck me, love me, make me scream with pleasure—and that scared the shit out of me. But it also made me hotter than I’d ever been in my life.

“Now, Hannah, tell me what you want.”

I shook my head as his fingers circled my virgin ass. I wanted everything, but I was too afraid to admit it. What if he thought I was a freak for liking a little pain with my pleasure? What if he was like my ex-boyfriend on Earth, the man who’d smacked my bare ass and then laughed as if my need to feel safe and restrained by my lover’s command was some kind of joke? I couldn’t stand it if Zane laughed at me, or thought I was sick, or some kind of freak. I couldn’t.

“Hannah, answer me now.”

“I don’t know, master.”

His sigh made my pussy walls clench and I squeezed my eyes shut behind the blindfold, afraid I’d made him angry.

“Lying to me isn’t allowed, little one. Now you must be punished.”

I heard soft footsteps as he made his way to the table lined with sexual apparatus, then came back to me. The only warning I had was his command. “You will count, Hannah. One to ten as I strike. If you do not count, I will continue until you remember to do so. Do you understand?”

Oh, shit. Count what?

A soft whistle sound filled the air just as a hard object struck me on the bare bottom, driving the dildo deeper into my pussy and making fire spread over my bare cheeks in a fierce burn. I bit my lower lip and clenched my jaw as raw heat spread over my ass, down my thighs, and around to my clit.

He struck again and I whimpered. Again.
Crack.

My ass was on fire before I remembered to count.

“Five.”

“No, love. That’s not the number I told you to start with.”
Crack.

I whimpered as he hit the back of first one thigh, then the other; the pain took me over and spread through my body like warm honey in my bloodstream.
This
was what I’d feared, this feeling of floating, of existing for his pleasure, of being lost in sensation. Of opening the door to the darkest parts of my soul with a mate who didn’t want me, didn’t understand—

“Count, mate.” His rough voice dragged me back to the room, to him. I wanted to please him. I needed to please him. I needed to be what he wanted me to be. I needed to be his. I needed—

Crack.

“One, master.” I counted to seven as he struck again and again, all over my ass and thighs. It was some kind of paddle, hard and unforgiving. Tears soaked my blindfold but I didn’t feel them. They were from a secret place inside me that I kept locked, a dark reservoir of pain and fear that I held inside me all the time like a cancer. My needs ate at me because I tried to lock them away, hold them down, and smother them like a beast. I was the monster. This darkness in me was what I didn’t trust anyone to see, what I didn’t trust Zane to see. I needed the pain he was giving me to unlock the monster’s cage. I needed him to break me so I could let the darkness out, so I could stop fighting it and let go.

Crack.

The dominant male behind me drove on and on as I stopped counting at eight and let the fire take me, let the tears stream. I didn’t want to worry about Zane or Dare dying, or the secrets Zane had been hiding from me. I didn’t want to miss Earth’s blue skies and green grass and the feeling of warm sunshine on my face. I didn’t want to be Hannah; I just wanted to be
his.

The spanking stopped but I didn’t move, content to float and let him take me wherever he needed me to go.

“Hannah, you stopped counting.”

I didn’t respond. Did he require a response? The bed dipped with his weight and he lifted my face from the bed. I could smell his pre-cum as his cock danced over my lips. The chemical in the fluid raced through my bloodstream, waking me up with streaks of lightning shooting straight to my clit.

He stroked the side of my face with the back of his hand as he shoved his huge cock into my mouth. “Suck my cock, Hannah. Suck me down as I finish your punishment. If you won’t count, as you were told, I will use your mouth for other pleasures.”

I opened my mouth and wrapped my tongue around his huge cock as he fucked my mouth and brought the paddle down on my ass. His pre-cum and the burn of the spanking made me writhe and moan, completely lost to the world. Only he existed. His cock. His fire making my bare ass burn. I was close, so close to an orgasm that I wanted to beg, to scream, to plead with him to let me have release. Instead, he plunged in and out of my mouth in a relentless rhythm that forced me to fight for air.

His cock swelled and pulsed in my mouth, his cum coating my throat and roaring through my body to my clit. I clenched and pulsed around the dildo still stretching me wide as my pussy fluttered in the first stages of release. But his hard hand grabbed my hair and lifted me off him with a harsh pull that stung and the orgasm stopped just before I exploded.

“Now, mate, tell me what you want.”

I tried to hold back, but he’d broken through all my barriers. He knew exactly what I needed. He knew how far to push me and still be safe enough from me using my safeword. He
knew
me. My soul was naked and I didn’t have the will to lie. I licked my lips, trying to draw the last of his essence into my mouth. “You, master. I want you to spank me until I forget myself and float away. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. I want you to make my body burn until I scream and come all over your cock.”

He traced my lower lip as I whispered the broken words, my dark confession. No more hiding, no more worrying. Just my master and me.

“Good girl. Don’t ever hide from me again, mate. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master.”

“I want to give that to you, Hannah. I
need
to give that to you. This is why we were matched, because we will give each other exactly what we need. These past three weeks, oh, Hannah, what we have been fighting. No longer.”

Zane left my side. He removed the pillow from under my hips and moved into position behind me. I felt his cock nudge my back entrance and I tried to push back, to rock my hips into him. “Do you accept my right to you, Hannah? Do you accept my claim as your primary mate?”

“Yes. Yes.
Please
, master.” I needed him to fill me up, to take me.

“Now I will fuck you until you scream.”

“Yes, master.” If my hands had been free, I would have twisted them in the sheets. But I was bound, my ass in the air, my legs spread wide by a hard bar. All I could do was accept whatever he chose to give me.

I needed him to be the first in my virgin ass. I needed to
belong
to Zane. I loved Dare, but Dare wasn’t my master. Dare was my lover and my friend, my second. He made me feel safe and cherished. He was easy to please, easy to make happy. But his darkness wasn’t part of his soul. Zane forced me to yield, he took my pain and released it, forced me to let go, to submit. Zane
needed
me to surrender. He craved my surrender as much as I needed to feel free and safe in his dominant embrace.

With the dildo stretching my pussy, Zane pushed forward slowly into my virgin ass, breaching my trained ring of muscle, pushing past easily and filling me to the brink of pain. When he was fully seated, balls deep, I was panting, and clenching down on the rod in my pussy as hard as I could. I needed to come. I needed—

Zane’s hand landed on my ass hard, and I jerked forward, pulling myself almost off his cock. He soothed the sting with his palm. “Good girl, now push back and take me again.”

I tried, but when I didn’t take him fast enough, Zane buried his fist in my hair and pulled back, forcing my body to open wider, faster. The sting of pain on my head made me shake. The fire on my ass spread into a hot glow and I wanted more, needed more. In an act of defiance I knew he would not let pass, I struggled against the bonds the held my wrists. If I could just get one hand free to stroke my own clit. There! I was almost free. Maybe, if I hurried, I could come before he stopped—

Smack.

He struck my bare bottom again and used his hold in my hair to shove me forward. “Bad girl, Hannah. You don’t have permission to use your hands.”

“I’m sorry, master.” God, just calling him master made my pussy get even wetter. I was so close, I couldn’t think straight.

“Come back here, Hannah.” He aligned the broad head of his cock with my back entrance once again. “Fuck me with that ass.”

I shifted back, again not fast enough, and he yanked on my hair, pulling me back hard and fast and slamming his cock deep. I groaned at the roughness of his actions, the intense feel of him filling me completely. It was painful, but I needed it. I needed that bite of pain, knowing he was there with me, giving it to me. He was bigger than any of the training plugs. Hotter, thicker. His pre-cum coated my walls and made my arousal even more intense. I wouldn’t be able to take much more. He fucked me in earnest then, holding my hair for leverage and pulling me back or holding me in place, depending on his need. My moans of pleasure turned into whimpers of desperation as he drove me higher and higher, filling me up and making me his, totally and completely, at last.

His cock swelled inside me and I knew he was close. He freed my hands and they fell to the bed beside me. The burn in my shoulders made me moan as more sensation clouded my mind.

“Up, Hannah. Up straight. Reach behind you and lock your hands around my neck.”

I straightened up off the bed without thinking, settling myself back until my thighs met his own, still impaled on his rigid shaft. His chest was pressed against my back.

The position arched my back and shifted his cock to press forward, pushing the dildo inside my pussy harder.

“Don’t move, Hannah.”

“Yes, master.” The threat, his absolute control let me be free, mindless. His. I was his.

I held him, my back to his chest, his cock in my ass and my hands in his hair as he whispered in my ear.

“Come for me, Hannah. Come for me.”

He slid his hands down over my stomach toward my pussy. His arms were so long, so strong, and I was so small in his embrace that he could easily reach both my clit and the rod filling my pussy.

Cock still in my ass, he fucked me with the rod and stroked my clit until I shattered. I screamed his name, again and again. My body exploded with pleasure, but I was more spun up each time, almost as if each orgasm was just a warm-up for the next one. I was lost on a sea of sensation, crying out helplessly, giving him everything and holding onto him for dear life. His hair in my fists and his words in my ear my only connection to the real world.

You’re so beautiful. I don’t know why I resisted so long. You love it like this. You love it rough, taking my cock into that virgin ass. You will love being filled with two cocks. Soon enough, Hannah, it will be Dare filling you as well. We will fuck you together, without mercy.

His words became muted by my cries of pleasure. When I was spent, he finally let himself come, filling my ass with hot seed and the power of his cum, the chemical overload set me off again.

We both collapsed on the bed and he pulled out of me slowly before removing the other object from my pussy. That done, he rolled me to face him and kissed me softly, gently, over and over until all the emotions of the past few weeks rose up like a tidal wave and I sobbed.

He kissed me again, his hand resting on my cheek as if I were the most precious thing in the universe. He pulled the blindfold from my eyes and I looked at him. His eyes were dark amber and flooded with a need so raw and powerful that I gasped.

“I’m sorry, Hannah. I’m so sorry.”

I stared into those eyes and I froze, afraid to move, afraid I’d lose him again as he removed the spreader bar from my ankles and climbed onto the bed with me. His voice was ragged and deep as he pulled me close. “I almost ruined this. I was afraid you wouldn’t want me like this.”

I blinked at him, confused. “Like what?”

“Out of control. So hungry for your body that I would push you too far, ride you too hard. I was afraid I would hurt you, Hannah. Or scare you away.”

“I’m not afraid of you, not like this.” I closed my eyes and nuzzled the hand he rested on my cheek. “I was afraid of you before. Afraid I couldn’t make you happy. Afraid you would never let me see the real you. Afraid to want you like this. Afraid you didn’t really want me.”

He tensed, and I opened my eyes to see that his lips had thinned and his brows were drawn together. “You are perfect, Hannah. I want you. I need you. I need to take care of you, and push you, and make sure you’re safe. I see you with Dare and I see your trust. I need that, Hannah. I need you to give me everything.”

“I just did.”

He shook his head and moved his hand from my face to trace my bottom lip. “Not your heart, Hannah. You didn’t give me your heart.”

He looked so sad, so broken, that I had to do something. I couldn’t stand to see him in so much pain. His anguish was mine. He hurt, and I hurt. “Master. You’ve showed me what’s been missing, what you need. What
I
need.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, trying to ease him, trying to take the hurt. I loved him. At least, I thought I did. But I couldn’t say the words. Not yet. Not right now.

Not when he hadn’t said them first. I wasn’t doing that again, not ever. I’d told my last serious boyfriend that I loved him, and he’d used me for my apartment and my money, cheated on me and dumped me when the next best thing came along.

Zane was, admittedly, nothing like that idiot boyfriend, but he was still a man who wanted me, who needed me, who loved to dominate me in bed—and who didn’t love me.

I kissed him again because I didn’t know what else to do. He rolled on top of me, already hard, and I welcome him like this, soft and slow and tender. I opened my legs and he nudged my entrance with his cock. With a sigh, I let him in.