The Commander's Mate (3 page)

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Grayson didn’t care for the defeated posture of his mate. She refused to look at him, staring morosely down.

The doctor smiled at him. “This has not been an uncommon response; she will get used to the way we do things. They all do. As this has already been such an emotional day, I would recommend a nap. A good rest and she will wake with a more positive outlook.”

Isabella looked up long enough to glare at the doctor, but thankfully held her tongue. Grayson really didn’t want to have to punish her again so soon.

Grayson thanked the doctor then took his leave, carrying his precious burden to their quarters. He quickly stripped her of the blanket before tucking her into bed. “You will rest now, Isabella.”

She looked up at him for a minute before turning her back and curling into a ball beneath the blankets.

Grayson sat down next to her and watched as the tightness left her shoulders and her body relaxed in sleep.

He’d enjoyed seeing his little mate’s lush figure. She had beautiful full round breasts, a nipped-in waist and a cute belly with lovely rounded hips and thighs. The mate the creator made for him was perfect; Isabella would be an asset to his home and a treasure in his bed.

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Izzy smiled and stretched as she woke cocooned in warmth, then froze when she realized her movements were restricted by the large body wrapped around her own. A male arm wrapped her torso and a heavy leg was thrown across her lower half, leaving her pinned rather possessively to his large body.

She tried not to panic, but then she felt the hot press of his morning arousal against the side of her hip. It was huge! Long and thicker than her wrist; there was no way her body could accommodate such a monster.

Izzy started trying to scoot out from under him in an effort to escape the inevitable and couldn’t suppress a gasp as her tender bottom slid across the sheets. He’d spanked her like a naughty child and then they’d examined her like a brood mare!

Calling him a foul name under her breath, Izzy tried again to slip out from under him, only to gasp in dismay when his hold tightened and he pulled her to lie on top of him.

She barely had a moment to register he was awake before his hand landed on her now exposed backside with a resounding smack that echoed through the room.

“Owww!” Izzy cried, frantically reaching back with both hands to shield her poor bottom from further assault. She’d never thought spanking sounded like a big deal before, but it hurt! Was he going to spank her every time she voiced a thought or opinion?

“I will tolerate neither disrespect nor foul language from you, little fire. Best you learn this lesson quickly for the sake of your bottom,” Grayson said firmly.

“Let me up,” she commanded softly, looking away from him.

“I think it best we lay your fears regarding sex play to rest this morning, little fire. It is time to take you fully and cement our bonded state.”

A look of horror came over her face. “No! We can’t. I don’t know you… no, it isn’t possible.”

A deep chuckle was Grayson’s only response as he rolled her swiftly beneath him on the bed.

This time she screamed and began fighting like a wild dervish, so great was her panic.

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“There is no need for such drama, Isabella. I will not harm you. I promise by the time I join our bodies, you will be begging for my possession.” Grayson frowned as the words he’d intended to reassure her only renewed her struggles with increased desperation.

Grayson was curious instead as to how it could be possible for a woman of her age to still be untouched. “How is it possible you’ve never known the touch of a man, little fire? You are fair of figure and face, how is it no man has breached you as of yet? Your society is known to be freely sharing of their bodies with one another.”

If possible, her body got even stiffer as her back became rigid. “Not everyone is lacking in morals! I always thought to fall in love and sleep with one man. The opportunity just hasn’t happened because despite the fact that you like to call me little, I’m not. I’m fat and unattractive to the men of my world.”

Grayson sat up with a scowl, sitting Izzy on her knees between his thick thighs. “While it is possible the men of your planet are idiots, I will not hear such drivel from your lips again. You’re perfect as you are.”

When Izzy snorted in response, she found herself tossed across his strong left thigh as his hand began to fall with vigor on her cringing bottom.

“I will not hear you call yourself fat or unattractive again, Isabella. You are everything I could have wanted. I can’t wait to lose myself in your lush curves and your lovely face enchants me. Everything about you is beautiful; I even enjoy your penchant for defiance.” Grayson stopped after twenty well-placed swats; this was only a warning and he had other things to show her this morning.

Izzy’s sniffles turned to sighs as his warm hand began to stroke across her punished flesh with broad sweeping strokes, bringing him ever closer to the juncture between her thighs.

His broad palm cupped the inside of one of her legs and drew it over to hang on the other side of his thigh, opening her up to him. Grayson lightly skimmed his fingertips across her wet center. “Little fire, you are already wet for me,” he told her as he pierced her deeply with the smooth thrust of one thick finger.

Izzy mewled in protest, but he felt her body clamping down on his finger as if to welcome it. She gasped as Grayson began to move his finger slowly in and out of her hot channel, her legs spreading further apart in unconscious invitation. His finger began pumping faster as he watched her body tighten, then his thumb stroked across the center of her pleasure and the tension released like a snapped rubber band.

Pressing her face into the bedding, Izzy bit her lip as the pleasure of his touch consumed her; she’d never known such intense pleasure. The few times she’d tried touching herself were nothing compared to his touch.

She gave a soft little scream as her body contracted around his finger. He continued working his finger in and out of her and stroking her clit to wring as much pleasure from her as he could.

Before she could recover from her first orgasm, he shifted her to her back with her legs hanging over the end of the bed. Izzy protested weakly when he knelt on the floor between her spread thighs and lifted her legs to rest on his broad shoulders.

She tried to close her legs, but he was already between them using one hand on her belly to hold her down as the fingers of his other hand spread her labia open. He studied her for a moment before lowering his head to run his tongue up one side and down the other, studiously avoiding her little pearl.

Isabella squirmed and whimpered at the sensations of his tongue gliding across her most private flesh, her whimper turning to a wail when his tongue began to thrust in and out of her opening, wriggling around inside her in an erotic dance.

The palm resting on her stomach moved down to the top of her mound, pressing down rhythmically against her clit as he used his other hand to stretch the skin taut around her channel to intensify the feeling of his tongue as he rimmed her then plunged back inside forcefully.

Soon her hips were rising to meet each thrust of his tongue as she built quickly to another release more shattering than the last. As she cried out his name, Grayson thrust two fingers hard into her still spasming channel, wrapped his lips around her little clit, and sucked.

* * *

Isabella went straight from one orgasm into another and still he kept thrusting his fingers and alternately sucking and licking on the little bundle of nerves. She was struggling to breathe as he pulled his fingers out only to return with a third to stretch her sensitive opening further. Grayson almost groaned as he watched her body’s response grow with each stroke. He ached to sink deep inside her, but knew prolonging their foreplay would give her more pleasure.

Grayson showed no mercy to his little mate, bringing her to fulfillment again and again as she thrashed against his face.

As her sheath convulsed around his fingers for the fifth time, Grayson rose above her and fit the head of his cock to her tight grasping entrance. He groaned at the feeling of the mouth of her sheath sucking at the head of his shaft, her body instinctively trying to pull him inside.

Isabella’s eyes opened wide and she grasped his shoulders in sudden wariness, but before she could even so much as shake her head to deny him, Grayson took her to the hilt with one hard thrust.

She bucked against him, fighting the painful intrusion. Grayson whispered soothing words and praised her, holding still within her as she grew accustomed to his intimate invasion.

Isabella began to shift restlessly against him, obviously still nervous of him but wanting something more. In response Grayson caught her knees over his arms to deepen his penetration; at her gasp of pleasure, he pulled out almost to the tip of his erection then drove back to the hilt with a smooth stroke. The pleasure was almost more than he could bear, but he was determined to make his little mate’s introduction to lovemaking memorable.

He began a long, slow stroke that seemed to quickly drive his little mate out of her mind. She tried to move her hips to take him faster, but the way he held her legs prevented it.

“Please… faster… I need you to go faster!” Isabella said breathlessly.

“You will have everything you need, little fire, and more,” Grayson said, ignoring her pleas to move faster, enjoying taking his time, pulling almost all the way out before gliding slowly back inside. He wanted her to feel every inch as he moved.

Grayson watched her face as he kept up the slow pace, then on an inward stroke he pressed home and ground deeply against her, keeping steady pressure, grinning as her breath caught on a gasp and she came around him. Her sheath fisted tightly around him and milked his cock as her body shuddered.

“You come so beautifully around me, Isabella. I love watching you take me deep,” he told her as he continued to move, smiling at her restless movements beneath him.

He fought the pull of her wet sheath around him with a grit of his teeth. Once she relaxed into the bed, Grayson began again this time alternating his thrusts. One deep and slow, two short and fast.

“Grayson!” she moaned his name softly, the sound of her sweet surrender almost more than he could bear.

Isabella began crying out with every movement. Her body was sensitive to everything he did, the pleasure never ending as she rode from one wave to the next.

Grayson pressed his thumb against her little bundle of nerves, sending her off like a rocket once again. Loving the way she screamed louder with each orgasm.

Grayson lost track of the number of times he made her come. When he withdrew completely from her, he grinned when she sighed with relief, only to yelp in dismay when he simply flipped her over.

Grayson lifted Izzy to her knees while pressing her chest to the bed, looking delightedly at her red swollen folds. He spread her legs further apart, then fitted himself to her once more, taking her in a hard driving thrust.

His little mate cried out anew at the hard driving rhythm. “I can’t again…”

“You can and you will, little fire,” Grayson told her firmly as he took her hard and fast. This time was for both of them and he took her with long deep strokes, pulling out all the way and driving back in until his balls slapped against her tender entrance and his thighs against her hot red bottom.

Grayson cupped a breast in each hand as he rode her, tweaking her tight nipples until they stood out proudly against his hands. She groaned as the new sensation built on top of everything else.

He rode her harder and harder until she unraveled around him again, screaming her pleasure hoarsely. Then as he came, Grayson found her g-spot and rubbed relentlessly against it as he spilled, sending her over the edge one last time.

Isabella’s entire body seemed to seize up with that last grind of pleasure and she came hard, shuddering as fluid gushed from her to mingle wetly with Grayson’s seed. He smiled; it took great pleasure to bring such an orgasm forth from a female.

Grayson withdrew from her, wringing another whimper from Isabella as he took her into his arms. She was asleep almost before he had the covers pulled up around them.

He was most pleased with his little mate, her passion was almost a match for his own. Isabella just didn’t realize it yet. Grayson would enjoy teaching her the depth of her passion. Of course he would need to give her a little rest today as he had taken her hard and she would be sore.

Chapter Two

Izzy woke alone in the bed several hours later. She groaned when she moved, a delicious soreness throughout her body. Between her legs was a little beyond sore and she really hoped her sexual adventures were over for the day.

It was shocking how completely she’d surrendered to her captor; Izzy never expected the level of mind-blowing pleasure he’d subjected her to. It couldn’t be normal to have that many orgasms your first time or for a man to go for so long without coming himself. Wasn’t that why all those ED commercials were always on TV?

Izzy had a feeling he’d only stopped when he did because he chose to, not because he had to. A very daunting prospect. The man wasn’t human.

Then she made a face as she remembered he really wasn’t human. Izzy was now bonded with an alien who was also a sex machine. If all the Ramelians were like him, it was no wonder she hadn’t heard about any of the would-be mates returning to find human boyfriends instead.

“Did you rest well, little fire?” Grayson asked from the doorway.

She immediately blushed, pulling the sheet to her chin in an effort to hide her body. “F-fine.”

“Come, you must eat.” He held his hand out to her.

Izzy shook her head. “I don’t really want anything.”