“I’m sorry.” He waited. “Sir.”
Flor, that sounded so right. “And?” he prodded, rubbing the tip of his cock over her lips.
She licked the pearl of cream from his slit, and he stilled the shudder coursing through his body.
“And I won’t run again, Sir. I’m yours,” she added softly, her genuine remorse both beautiful and arousing.
“Mine to what?” He pushed himself through her lips, fucking her mouth again. “Mine to fuck, to own, to keep.” He couldn’t hold back any more. “Yes, yes. Swallow it all,” he groaned as he spewed, coming hard down her throat. He stroked her hair as he shot, watching her take him. Focusing on her, he was able to stave off the approaching wainu.
Normally he would have welcomed the bliss, but he had a point to prove, and he wasn’t nearly done making it.
“You were ‘created’ just for me,” he rasped, trying to catch his breath. By refusing to welcome wainu, he’d created a ball of energy that had nowhere to go. So he released it back into that part of him wanting Erin all over again.
Pulling out of her mouth, he straddled her torso and slid his cock between her breasts.
Just a whisper of her flesh under his added to the steel of his arousal, and he revelled in this part of himself that he didn’t share with anyone else. He allowed his Xema hungers full reign, challenged by the female he sensed needing all of him.
“You’re still hard,” she marvelled, then cast her eyes down, not maintaining eye contact.
The submissive gesture delighted him, but he wanted her to watch what he did to her.
“Look at me.” She raised her gaze to his. “That’s a good girl. Now stare down at your breasts, at my cock sliding through your valley. I want you to watch me, to see everything I do to you.”
She breathed, “Yes, Sir.” The flush creeping up her breasts and the richness of her scent showed her frustration. His little Creation needed satisfaction. And if her passion matched his, he could only imagine the wait to be excruciating.
“Good. Now spread your thighs wide.” He waited for her to do so. “Have you ever had sex with anyone before me, Erin?” He knew the answer even as she shook her head no. “Ever indulged in sexual play with anyone else?” Again, no. “Then how did you know what to do with me?”
“My sister served our Handler’s needs. She told me things, and I’ve studied procreation through books and vids. Even saw it in the bar where I met Drekk.” The sound of another man’s name on her lips aggravated him. “Did you like watching?”
“A little.” She arched up, forcing his balls to move along her chest, and she groaned.
“But only because it was so different from what I’d imagined.”
He slid his cock between her breasts again, and her pupils dilated. “Explain.” She licked her lips. “From what Anin told me, I expected the act to be rather dry, unfulfiling. But a woman in the bar having sex seemed to like it until her partner ended too soon.” The look she gave him told him she could have as easily been referring to him.
“Like I did, you mean?” Rafe smiled, unaccountably pleased that despite her submissiveness just now, a hint of steel still rung true in Erin.
“Ah, well…” She flushed.
“Truth.” He tweaked her nipple, pinching hard, and reached behind him. His fingers flicked between her folds. There, her cream spilled freely. Apparently, his submissive lover liked a hint of pain.
“Oh yes,” she breathed. “Like you. Rafe, you’re killing me. I’m so very...hungry for your touch. Please, Sir, give me more,” she begged, offering those pretty nipples as she thrust her chest towards his hands.
Rafe pinched her nipples and ground his shaft through the valley between her breasts.
The urge to mark her, to spatter his cum over her skin and rub it in struck him, and he began moving with quicker, firmer strokes.
Erin, however, pleaded with him, needing more with each press of his fingers over her, of his cock gliding over her flesh.
Her beauty in passion caught him to the quick, and as Rafe stared down at her, he wanted nothing more than to take them both to wainu. Now. He’d punished her enough.
Now, they both needed to find that gratification that drew them close.
Cursing, he released her breasts and mounted her. Without pause, he shoved himself hard and deep into her sex, groaning at the perfect fit.
“Please, more,” she groaned, lifting her hips to deepen his penetration.
But Rafe wouldn’t allow it. He slammed into her again and again, using his own strength to hold her in place. “You’ll take what I decide to give you,” he growled, taking her compliance as he ground into her clit with his pelvis.
They moved together, his forceful thrusts delighting the obedient lover he sensed within Erin. Though she moaned and begged for surcease, he could feel her delight with his mastery, and her desire only sparked his own.
He fused his mouth with hers, stealing her breath as she stole his will to do anything but satisfy her. She returned his kisses with equal fervour, whispering her apologies and her need to please him until he could do nothing but ride out the hungers plaguing him.
“Fuck, Erin,” he groaned, his balls hard and hot and aching with the need to release.
“Now, love, come now.”
Erin cried out and tightened around him, her body arched in a bow, completely his to control. The sight of her capitulation undid him, and Rafe came with a low groan. Wainu filled him with bliss, and he caught Erin waiting for him in that peaceful plane.
With a kiss and a hug, he released her from the ground restraint. He caught her to him and rolled over, keeping her on top and still joined with him.
When Rafe could again catch his breath, he sighed and kissed the base of her neck.
“You still need to be punished.”
Erin hummed her agreement. “Yes, I really do, Sir.” Rafe took a minute before looking up at her, pleasantly surprised to see such warmth and open caring in her alien eyes. “You like calling me that, don’t you?” Erin’s smile faded and she flushed, glancing away.
“No, honey, tell me. I want to know everything about you,” Rafe insisted. He stroked her back, willing her to believe his sincerity.
“Yes, I like calling you ‘Sir.’ In the labs, I answered to a Handler.”
“Handler?”
“Synster. He watched over my education and helped Canunn, my Creator, run tests.
My Handler told me what to do all the time. We’re—Creations are built to serve. It’s an ingrained trait.”
“But one you overcame.”
She smiled at the obvious pride in his voice. “It took a very long time, and it was difficult. But yes, I overcame it. Mostly.” She leaned close to kiss him. “I can’t explain it, but when we’re sexually…ah, together, I want to give you everything I have. I want to please you.” She glanced away, as if embarrassed.
Rafe caught her face and turned her to see him. “You do please me, Erin. Don’t look away. I love being inside you, feeling you submit. It arouses me like nothing else.” He deliberately paused, wanting to stir her aggression. Between her submission when underneath him and her dominance when battling, Erin appealed to Rafe’s every fantasy. By Flor’s breast, he couldn’t have imagined another being created more perfectly to fit him. “But I don’t want you to obey my every whim.”
Erin froze, and the frown she gave him pleased him to no end. “Well, that’s good, because don’t think for a minute I’ll submit to you unless we’re… like this.” She flushed.