The Commander's Mate (7 page)

He quickly shed his clothing and joined her on the bed; the touch of his body against hers brought forth cries of agony. “Please… please… please make it stop!”

Grayson positioned her beneath him and drove inside her with one ruthless thrust, while sucking one tender nipple deep into his mouth where he bathed it and laved it in an effort to counteract the effect of the thick gel.

Izzy cried out as he entered her, immediately going into a hard orgasm, but still continued to writhe against him with a frustrated moan giving evidence to the level of her need. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist to prevent him from leaving her.

Grayson knew the pre-cum leaking from the tip of his shaft granted her the ability to come, but also knew it would take multiple shattering releases to truly give her relief and he would have to take her bottom as well.

He rode her hard and fast, recognizing there wasn’t time for finesse. His little mate needed relief as quickly as he could provide it. When she came a fifth time, he pulled out of her and flipped her to her belly, spreading her bottom cheeks wide and thrusting inside.

Izzy pushed up on her knees to meet each forceful thrust into her forbidden entrance, needing him desperately. Grayson was relieved the gel had opened her for him so he wasn’t hurting her with his brutal thrusts. As he moved hard and fast he ran his fingers across her swollen clit, bringing her off again and again. When Izzy was to the point of giving exhausted mewling little cries, he withdrew and came all over her quickly, using his fingers to rub it in and counteract the effects of the aphrodisiac. He left no spot inside her uncoated and also rubbed his seed into the tips of her breasts. As he drove his cum-covered fingers inside her channels, his lips closed over her little nub and sucked.

Isabella’s back bowed as she came screaming one last time, finally finding complete relief. When it was over, she slumped onto the mattress, not caring that she was covered in Grayson’s seed. She was too tired to care.

Grayson lifted her gently in his arms and carried her into the bathroom, crooning to her in his own language. He gently washed her entire body, then lifted her in one of the big fluffy towels, drying her still sensitive skin carefully.

He laid her back down and climbed in next to her, cuddling her close to his heart. “I fear you reacted much more strongly to our aphrodisiac than intended, little fire. I apologize, I didn’t account for the small differences in our physiology.”

She rolled over to look up at him in confusion. “Didn’t you mean to leave me aching for you like that?”

“I meant to leave you needy, not actually in pain. For the women of our people, the past few minutes would have had little effect; leaving them for the day as I’d originally planned would have left them needy and little achy, unable to relieve the need and much more amenable to their mate upon his return. It would take several days without their mate taking care of the need to reach the state you were in,” Grayson told her earnestly. “Please know, little fire, I would never have knowingly left you to suffer in that way. My intent was to teach you a lesson with mild sensual punishment, not to torture you sexually. I returned after only a few minutes because I realized I’d failed to account for our differences.”

Isabella gave him a sad smile. “I believe you, Grayson. Now I must ask you to forgive my rudeness and please punish me.”

He closed his eyes as remorse filled him. “I wish I had not taken the extra step to use the binka root. Unfortunately, odd as it is, the only way to dissipate the effects of the root are with a good spanking. Our scientists have explained the sudden rush of blood to the affected area is what disperses the chemical extracted from the binka root.”

Tears filled Isabella’s eyes. “My bottom is on fire and I am so very tired.”

Grayson nodded and pulled her across his lap. “I promise you, little mate, that I will never respond so quickly in anger again.”

He positioned Isabella with her torso under one arm and hooked her legs over his own, widening his legs as he opened her wide.

“Grayson?” Uncertainty filled Isabella’s voice.

“The spanking need not be punishment, little fire,” Grayson told her with a smile, swatting her upturned bottom quickly, then stroking his hand over the hot pink skin with a gliding caress. As his hand slid up her inner thigh and grazed her mound, she gave a little mewl of surprise.

“I don’t know if I can again, Grayson,” she said breathlessly.

“Trust me, little mate, you can come again for me.” Grayson continued, alternating swats to her bottom with touches to her labia and slick hard thrusts of his fingers into her wet sheath. As she began to respond, his spanks grew harder and faster as he paid close attention to the quickness of her breath and the increasing wetness between her thighs.

Soon she was bucking across his lap in an effort to capture his fingers and keep them inside her, but he withdrew them and placed four more hard swats to her bottom before returning his fingers to stroke deeply inside his mate’s aching channel. When he felt her begin to tighten, he withdrew them once again and delivered two very deliberate swats right to her swollen clit, sending her over the edge with a scream.

As she cried out her release, Grayson quickly finished the spanking, making sure he’d covered every inch of her bottom. Every swat seemed to intensify Isabella’s orgasm until she just hung limply in his lap, shaking from the force of her release.

Lifting her in his arms, he lay down behind her on the bed, drawing her back against him. Grayson enjoyed the feel of her hot bottom pressed tightly into his groin.

Isabella was asleep almost before he had them cocooned in the blankets.

He cuddled her close and whispered to her how precious she was, holding her as she slept.

* * *

Izzy woke to the feel of Grayson suckling at her breast. He lavished each with attention before moving on to kiss her everywhere.

By the time she opened her legs wide to welcome him between the cradle of her thighs, Izzy was beside herself with need. He joined them with one strong thrust, starting a rhythm meant to bring her quickly to orgasm.

He would take a hard stroke in, then grind against her clit before withdrawing and slamming back home and doing it again. Izzy moaned her release in record time, then he stopped moving all together.

Grayson seemed to freeze in place deep within her, and began stroking her softly and whispering endearments as she came back down from her release. Then he started the process all over again. This time as he moved in and out of her at a leisurely pace, Grayson cupped her jaw between his hands, forcing her to make eye contact with him as he took her.

When she started to shiver around him, he stuck his thumb in his mouth to wet it thoroughly, then moved it between their bodies to stroke it around her clit as he continued to move at the same maddeningly slow pace. Izzy’s orgasm snuck up on her this time, suddenly breaking over her without warning.

Again Grayson stilled all movement and simply held her. He took her up the peak over and over, but never followed her over, giving her respite filled with gentle loving words and caresses between each release. Always maintaining eye contact, which seemed to intensify every movement and brought a sweetness to the moment that brought tears to her eyes.

Finally Izzy decided it was time to demand more; cupping his backside boldly in her hands, she thrust up and ground against him hard. “I want you hard and fast. Now.”

Grayson withdrew completely from her and flipped her face down on the bed. Izzy eagerly pressed her chest to the bed and went up on her knees, splaying her legs wide in invitation.

Grayson sank into her hard and fast, panting as he took up a pounding rhythm guaranteed to please them both. “You feel so good around me, little fire. I love the feel of you coming on my cock.”

One of his large hands held her securely in place by her hip and the other slid two fingers into her slit to ride her clit as he drove them both toward release.

“Come with me this time, Grayson. I need you,” she said softly as she felt herself begin to tighten around him once again.

This time when she came, he followed her quickly over the edge, coming in sharp bursts of heat that coated her inner walls.

As he collapsed on the bed, he pulled a very satisfied Izzy down with him.

Izzy rested on top of him, smiling down at him. “Grayson, that was wonderful.”

He stroked her face lightly. “Isabella, I’ve been thinking. I was too rigid in my statement that you couldn’t go into town once you’ve developed immunity to the toxins in this world. Once you have and if the people seem to be used to our presence and have no anger toward us, I will perhaps allow you to go to town with an escort.”

“Really? What about my job?” she asked eagerly.

“No. I cannot allow you to work and be gone from me that many hours a day. Please see I offer a compromise and take it as my attempt to ensure your happiness.”

Izzy decided she would take it. It would give her a little freedom and if she decided her life would be unbearable in this little bubble, it would give her the opportunity to escape. She didn’t like the thought of leaving; her alien was obviously trying hard to please her even though some of the concession went against the fiber of his being.

“Thank you, Grayson.”

It surprised her to realize as she looked down at him that she had already forgiven him for what had happened earlier. He’d only left her for a few minutes and was sincerely sorry for having reacted so strongly to her defiance. Though she also doubted she’d ever try to lock a door on him or deny him access to her body again. Perhaps they’d both learned something from the exercise.

She realized locking the door against Grayson had truly hurt him; as she looked down at him and took in the loving way he was looking up at her, Izzy felt a sense of wonder. Was it possible her alien was falling in love with her? Was she falling in love with him?

The thought was very scary but also a little exhilarating.

Chapter Four

As the days blended into weeks, Izzy found herself growing more and more attached to Grayson. He was gentle and loving unless she was disrespectful or defiant, and in bed he continued to rock her world.

But she was growing tired of being trapped in the bubble around their home, though she understood Grayson’s reasoning. Izzy might have hated the weekly shots, but even she could see the marked difference in her skin and her body was toning up in ways it never had before. She wasn’t skinny by any means and would obviously always have the generous curves Grayson so enjoyed, but her body was different.

Looking and feeling younger wasn’t the biggest difference; Izzy felt stronger and just plain healthier than she would have ever thought possible.

It was time for her weekly shot and checkup. Though she never wanted another pelvic from the man, Izzy had long since forgiven the incident and actually enjoyed the doctor’s company.

“How are you feeling, Lia Treenan?” The doctor now addressed her with the title in keeping with her status as Grayson’s mate.

“Wonderful, can I go outside?” She asked the same question every week.

Dr. Pimel snorted in response, “Your mate has a one-track mind, commander.”

Grayson raised a brow at Izzy. “Well, I know this, doctor. I’ve told Isabella repeatedly she cannot venture forth outside the protective dome until she is immune to the toxins of earth. This she knows well.”

Izzy sighed dramatically. “You can’t blame a girl for trying.”

“Mmmm,” was Grayson’s only response.

“As you know, Lia Treenan, the air and water are both toxic and the food on this planet is nourished by the air and the water so it also has very limited healthful benefits…” Dr. Pimel was winding up.

“Yes… yes, I know, I’m sorry I asked. I will wait like a good girl until you tell me it’s safe to venture forth into the great earth toxic waste dump.” Both men chuckled at her words and Izzy gave a sigh of relief that she’d managed to sidetrack the doctor. Once the man started on the food of earth, you had to be prepared for a three-hour lecture about the atrocious diets of earthlings.

“As soon as the harvest of mates is complete, we will start some educational programs for the people of earth,” Grayson told the doctor.

Though the agreement was only to provide protection, he and the doctor both felt it would be criminal to watch the humans die out when it could be prevented with education and other interventions.

Izzy was impressed by his ethical standards and it only made her like him more. A like she was afraid was quickly turning to love.

The idea of loving him completely terrified her, partly because she wasn’t sure Grayson was capable of loving her back or would even understand what it meant, but even more because Izzy felt she’d already compromised so much of who she’d always thought she was as a person.

She was also getting lonely; it was just her and Grayson in the house and he was gone most of the day.

Izzy was bored and was becoming worried that this was going to be her lot in life. She couldn’t imagine spending days, weeks, months, or even years with her life revolving around what time her husband would get home.

She had more to offer, darn it! Her job at the library might not have been glamorous, but it had value and gave her a purpose. Izzy loved introducing books and the different worlds you could travel to inside to young readers. It was especially gratifying to find something to capture the attention of even the most reluctant reader.

The look on a child’s face when they discovered everything Izzy’s dusty books could offer was precious. She also missed story-time, the time set aside two afternoons a week when Izzy read to anyone who wanted to listen. Story-time had hooked a few kids she’d never thought she would be able to get interested in reading.

“I will be so glad when I can go out. I really miss the library,” Izzy said softly.

Grayson’s face became a little stony at her words as he continued his conversation with the doctor as if she hadn’t spoken. She turned away and rolled her eyes, not really interested in their discussion about educational programs if Grayson couldn’t be bothered to listen to her about the library.