Interstellar Brides® Program Boxed Set

Chapter 3-1

“This isn’t an exam. This is—” A strong electrical surge pulsed through the walls of my p***y to my a*s, and I fought to maintain control of my body, but another zap to my c**t sent me over the edge. The walls of my p***y and lower abdomen pulsed and spasmed so strongly I felt like I was coming apart. “Oh, God.”

My body bucked on the table, beyond my control. I struggled against the bonds on my wrists. Shivering and spent, I turned my face away from my new mate. I tried to catch my breath as I fought back tears. The device inside me quieted to a small, nearly imperceptible hum. But after the overwhelming shock of the forced o****m, that small vibration was easy to ignore.

Tark’s pressure on my abdomen and thighs lifted and he reached down between my legs to remove the alien object from my p***y. I wanted to run and hide, but I was bound. How could I have responded like that to a stupid little medical tool? What had he done to me?

He looked at a display screen attached to the blunt silver tool and nodded his head. “Excellent, Evelyn Day. The medical probe indicates you are fertile, free of disease, and both your reproductive and nervous systems are functioning at optimal levels.”

“Let me go.” I tried to close my legs, but he held them open at the knees.

Looking up at me with his dark eyes, he said, “You are mine now and I won’t let you go. Not when your body is so very eager to know me.”

“Eager?” I questioned. “You forced that pleasure upon me. Look at me! I’m bound to the table and my bottom, my bottom is sore.” A tear slid down my cheek.

Wiping it away from his finger, he responded, “The tests had to be done. There is nothing wrong with enjoying a small taste of pleasure while submitting to them. Submitting to me.”

A strong, blunt finger traced my folds and I was embarrassed to feel how easily it glided through my wetness. “See? It makes you wet. Being bound and open for me is what you like.”

“How would you know?” I countered.

“Because you are my mate. Do not question or fight what is a perfect match.” He found my c**t and my hips tilted toward him, his to command and eager for his curious touch. Clearly, my body and mind were not in synch.

“You are, indeed, much like our females. You should enjoy my finger here… and here.”

I shook my head. “I-I shouldn’t,” I countered.

He used three fingers now, his thumb on my c**t as he slid two more deep inside.

“You are allowed to come from my touch, even if we do not know each other. Our bodies, our minds, our very souls are connected. Give up, gara.”

gara.My arms began to shake and I relaxed on the table. He finger f****d me and found that sensitive spot inside. While the probe had brought about intense pleasure, his fingers elicited something else entirely. They were much more adept and a part of him. Still aroused from my examination, I moaned and rolled my hips beneath his hand, eager for more, unable to deny my body’s desperate need to come all over his hand.

examination“Yes, you are very similar. Ah, my mate, I can tell by your reaction that I have found the secret place inside you that will drive your pleasure. See? I’ve kept your hands in the restraints because I know you like it. It heightens your pleasure.”

He’d found it all right, and every other secret place that made me hot. If he kept at it much longer, he’d make me come again. I was panting now, and wet, and mortified that I’d reacted so strongly to him. A complete stranger. This couldn’t be happening to me. There had to be some rational explanation. “Do they d**g the women when they transfer them?”

“No.” His gaze changed instantly, from generous and indulgent to cold and insulted. “We do not d**g our women for pleasure. As you can feel, it is not necessary. Is that what the cowards on Earth do to their mates?”

“Some of them.” I had insulted him, and I hadn’t meant to. But seriously, what in the name of all that was holy was happening to me? “I’m sorry, I just…”

“No man of worth needs drugs to seduce his mate.” He slowly and deliberately removed his hand from my p***y and I felt abandoned. Needy. Weak. Reaching up, he released one wrist, then the other from the bonds. As tears gathered once again in my eyes, I knew that, without a doubt, I was losing my freaking mind. Maybe the last few days had finally caught up to me. The murder I’d witnessed. The plan to send me off-planet to stay hidden and safe. The new identity and processing. The terror of being sent to a new world, to a man I’d never met.

“I’m sorry, Tark. I didn’t mean to offend.”

“You are tired and on a new world.” I watched now as he put his glistening fingers in his mouth and grinned.

Oh, my God, he was tasting me. It was a very erotic sight and I clenched my thighs together to ease the ache.

“Sweet. Like the rova fruit.”

rova I couldn’t respond, for what did I say to a man who’d just licked my p***y juices from his fingers?

“While you were asleep, Bron’s standard scans picked up no other medical problems. As you responded to this last exam with only pleasure—no pain—I will assume the transfer was just too much for your fragile female body to endure without rest.”

I could only nod. I should feel shame or fear or embarrassment at having Tark touch me so intimately. I was still n***d, exposed, and vulnerable and definitely under his control. I felt all of those things, but my mind and my body were at war because his touch made my body feel safe, desirable, and very, very aroused.

I didn’t know Goran had returned until he spoke. “The doctor is on the last convoy to Outpost Seventeen.”

Tark didn’t turn his head from me. “Good. Is everything ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

Tark set aside the silver probe, stood to his full height, reached down and scooped me up, placing me on my feet before him. I could now see what the instrument looked like. It was definitely an otherworldly dildo. If they sold them on Earth, Tark would make a fortune.

Goran handed Tark a blanket and he wrapped it about me like a cape.

“From this moment on, your body belongs to me. No other man shall see what is mine without permission. Do you understand?”

Without permission? Did that mean he would allow it? I was confused, but before I could question, he lifted into his arms and carried me out of the tent, following Goran. The air was warm and dry, but it was dark outside, the only light provided by small solar stakes that glowed in precise intervals along the ground. I could just see the outline of numerous tents. Tark and Goran both moved like ghosts, their footsteps quiet. Not many people were about; perhaps it was very late at night. An animal noise, something like a braying donkey, broke through the stillness. The men’s footsteps were too quiet for their size.

Without permission?I looked down and realized that Tark carried me across a vast sea of sand, just as I’d seen along the edges inside the medical tent. I had been transported into some kind of desert camp. He’d said the name of it… Outpost something. I couldn’t remember.

Goran held back a flap of another tent—they all looked the same to me in the darkness—and Tark ducked to carry me inside and lowered me to my feet. Soft carpets were placed in a patchwork that completely covered the sand that I knew was beneath them. A bed of soft blankets and furs was on one side of the tent and a small table littered with bowls of odd-looking purple and blue fruit stood on the other.

“This is my tent for our stay at Outpost Nine. As I’ve discovered, you are not hurt from the transfer and easily aroused.”

Tark walked me over to an odd table in the middle of the room, placed me on my feet before it, and tugged the blanket from my shoulders. My breasts swayed as I moved, the chain brushing against my belly and tugging on my n*****s. They tingled from the movement and the weight.

My cheeks burned at his words and I darted a glance at Goran. The man’s expression held no emotion. What did that have to do with being in his tent?

“I will f**k you now,” Tark added. He spoke as if he said he’d drive me to the grocery store. This wasn’t Earth and Tark most definitely didn’t mince words.

My eyes widened. I tugged against his hand as I began to panic. “What? Why? We… wait! I don’t want this.”

He didn’t release me, but his free hand began to stroke up and down my bare back. How was his touch so warm?

“As your mate, gara, I know your true desires. I also know and understand how to protect you here, on my world. Remember, I may not always give you what you want, but I will always give you what you need.”

gara I didn’t like his response one bit. How could he know my true desires? We’d only just met. My p***y, however, clenched at the continuing reverberations from that medical device. Stupid dildo-shaped apparatus.

“I don’t need to be f****d,” I countered, although I didn’t need to look down at my n*****s to know they’d tightened at his intentions. When he’d played with my p***y with his fingers, he’d only left me more achy and aroused than ever. Unfulfilled.

need He grinned at me and he looked so different, so handsome that my breath caught in my throat.

“Are you sure about that? You were dripping on my fingers just a few minutes ago. You cried out with pleasure with the neurostim exam. I licked your juices from my fingers. Would you deny this now?”

I tried to squirm away, but he was too strong. He stroked his fingers over my folds once again, then lifted them up so we could both see the glistening wetness.

My cheeks flamed.

“Your body disagrees with your mind. Obey me or you will be punished again.”

I gulped at the formidable tone of his voice and still felt the sting on my bottom. “Again? But I’ve done nothing wrong!”

Tark sighed. “You are thinking too much. Sometimes a punishment is just what you need.” He tugged me closer to the small table, although my feet slowed and stalled his progress.

need.“Obey,” he repeated as he looked down at me. “Lean over the table.”

I looked at the strange table, certainly not the kind that one would eat from.

“Why?” I asked, frowning.

He sighed once again, but remained calm. “Are all Earth women this contrary and curious or is it just you?”

With a hand on my upper back, he bent me over the table. His touch was gentle but the intent behind it was clear. He would have his way, and deep down, I wanted him to.