Interstellar Brides® Program Boxed Set

Chapter 3-2

He would have his way, and deep down, I wanted him to.The table was narrower than I’d first thought, only covering my belly, and I hissed as the cold surface pressed to my skin. My breasts hung down and the chain dangled. I felt the table rise automatically until just my toes were on the carpet. Tark squatted down and affixed my right ankle to one table leg with a smooth leather strap, then the left to another. I tried to kick out, but it was wasted effort. The bonds were very secure.

“You may fight against the bonds, but it will do no good,” Tark murmured, standing once again to push my upper body back down. His voice was hard. Bent over as I was, I tilted my head and looked up at him, but my long hair fell in the way. His eyes were so dark, so intense. His square jaw was clenched. “The claiming process must be completed so no others attempt to touch you.” Tark ran his hand up and down my bare spine with gentle attention to every curve and swell. “You will be f****d. Your only decision is whether I will s***k you again first.”

He ran a hand over my sore bottom and I winced. It wasn’t overly sore, but it was definitely a reminder that he would do as he said.

My mind latched onto something else he said. Others? Trying to touch me? Would they try to claim me, too? Was some asshole, like Bron, going to try to f**k me? I didn’t like the sound of that.

Tark took my hands and placed them on small handles, and bound my wrists to the other table legs. Once I was secured to his satisfaction, he stood. I knew that my red bottom and my p***y were on display, the wetness between my legs causing a slight chill as the air glided over my n***d flesh. I had never felt so vulnerable or so aroused.

I’d never been tied down during s*x before, certainly not like this. The feel of the restraints that wrapped around my wrists and ankles was tight, but also oddly freeing. My mind fought everything that Tark was doing, my thoughts had been constantly tugging at me since my arrival with guilt or shame every time my body responded to him. But now, these straps set me free. Just like with the hand restraints when he’d examined me with that dildo thing, I could only give up, to give over control to Tark. He was going to do what he wanted—what he’d said I needed—and I could do nothing, even now, but submit. I had no decision to make, no guilt to feel for making it. No one would judge me or call me a w***e if what I wanted was to be taken hard and fast. And here, now, bent over and about to be f****d by the biggest man I’d ever seen, I admitted, for the first time in my life, that being taken like this was exactly what I wanted.

examined Tark was my mate. Matched to me. Only to me. He’d taken away my choice, and in doing so, freed me in some strange way.

“Tark, I—”

“You will call me master.”

“Master?” I frowned upside down. “Are you serious, because—”

A hard slap to my bottom had me biting back the remainder of my words. It was harder than the strikes he’d given me earlier and I cried out.

“Gara, feisty gara. A good f*****g is what you need.” He leaned forward and flicked the chain affixed to my n*****s and set it in motion. I gasped at the delicious feel of it. “Do you accept my claim, gara? Do you accept my protection and my devotion?”

Gara gara. garaI hung my head. Good God. I was well and truly trapped… one last tug on my restraints had me confirming that. Tark had aroused me, tied me down, and told me blatantly and clearly that he was going to f**k me. What man had I ever met that was so direct and bossy? And why did my body like that so damn much? I wanted Tark. Only Tark. I didn’t want anyone else on this crazy world. His touch, his attention, had me so hot I could barely think. He’d done a good job of arousing me, making me come, then keeping me so turned on that my brain had turned to mush, because otherwise I would have fought and yelled to be released. Instead, I waited to feel his c**k fill me.

It was only for a few months until the trial. Then I’d be home, back to my normal life. Back to my boring, lonely, normal life. Back to men I knew were not matched to me, none that would be so perfectly in tune to my psychological profile. In this moment, I had a hot, virile man ready to take me, ready to give me something that I never even knew I wanted.

I lay there, my a*s in the air, stinging and eager for more, and I admitted the one glaring fact—the processing center on Earth had matched me to this man, and all the arguments in the world weren’t going to convince me to deny myself this pleasure. There was only one thing I could say. “Yes.”

“For the official records, Evelyn Day, are you now, or have you ever been married, matched, or mated to another man?”

“No.” His question slowed my thoughts.

“Do you have any biological offspring?”

“What? They already asked me…”

Another hard strike and my a*s burned. “You will answer the question.”

“Ta… I mean master!” I cried, trying to shift my hips. “No. I don’t have any children.”

“Good. Regardless of our match, I will not claim a woman who belongs to another, nor will I take her away from her children.” Tark’s hot palm rubbed over my a*s, where my soft skin had to be a bright, brilliant pink from his firm hand. “Goran, are you prepared to witness the claiming?”

“Yes. Official recording has been activated.”

I stiffened beneath Tark’s warm palm. Recording? And why was Goran still here? Was there anyone else behind me that I couldn’t see? The idea had me in a panic. They could see all of me and there was nothing I could do. They could see my bottom had been s*****d before. It wasn’t Tark who scared me, but I did not want to be shared, to be a prisoner that serviced not only my mate, but others as well.

“Tark, I don’t want anyone else here.”

He s*****d me again, making my thighs clench. “Call me master.”

“Master, please,” I whispered. “Punish me if you wish, but I… I will not be a w***e. I’d rather go to prison on Earth.”

From my position, I could see the men’s legs, but nothing else. Tark came to my side, knelt down, and brushed my long hair out of my face. “I do not know this word w***e, but I understand the meaning. No, gara, you are mine. Only mine. No one, and I mean no one, will f**k you, let alone touch you, but me.”

gara no one His touch was remarkably gentle on my skin. “But Goran—”

“He must witness and record us for the bride program’s system monitors. That is all. They use recorded neurological reactions to assess other mates and brides for placement. It is standard protocol.”

I frowned, but he said no more and rose to his feet.

As my mind tried to adapt to this new information, Tark went around behind me and stopped to stand where I could see both men’s legs. I heard the sound of a belt, of pants opening just before his fingers returned to probe my core. The sight of Goran’s boots barely two steps behind him made me furious. This would never have happened to me on Earth. Never.

“Standard protocol to be witnessed? To be bent over and f****d like this!” I cried. I fought against my bonds, but there was no give. I would be s*****d again for this outburst, for it definitely was impertinence, but I didn’t care. “Is it standard to have my n*****s pierced without my permission? And what if I don’t like the chain? What if I don’t want to be adorned?”

As I thought, he s*****d me again. The hot sting of it—he didn’t hold back at all this time—had me crying out.

His voice and my position caused a memory to stir in my head, just out of reach. But when a vibration began from the table directly beneath my c**t, I remembered. I’d dreamed of this, of being taken like this. Why? How had I seen this when I was on Earth? What had the processing center done to me? In my dream, I’d liked two men talking about me, touching me, f*****g me. But that had been a dream.

Not a dream. Some other woman’s recorded experience.

other woman’s recorded experience.So, that dream in the processing center hadn’t been a dream at all? I’d been reliving the stimulus and body responses of some anonymous Earth woman’s claiming by her mate?

Was some other warrior going to relive this through Tark’s eyes and decide he really wanted an Earth girl?

Holy s**t.

Still, the processing center was one thing. I was awake now and this was not the same at all.

not I forgot all about it when I felt his fingers sliding in and out of my p***y. “There, gara, that stimulator pressed against your c**t should ease your mind. Remember, I will give you exactly what you need.”

gara “And what is it that I need right now besides off this stupid table?”

He laughed, but didn’t stop stroking me. “You need to come. You are dripping wet.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to do this with Goran watching. You people are perverts,” I vowed, gritting my teeth at the gentle, yet very deliberate touch.

Tark laughed. “Since we have been matched, Evelyn Day, you must be a p*****t as well.”

Me? Like this? Want this? He was wrong. “Asshole,” I muttered.

“You will continue to let her speak to you in such a manner?” Goran asked, his voice sounding very surprised. Why didn’t anyone argue with him?

“You can tell by the color of her beautiful a*s she has been s*****d for her impertinence with Bron. She has been awake and on Trion for not even twenty minutes. I am enjoying her fire and I am also enjoying seeing my handprints on her a*s. She is responding now out of fear of the unknown. Even though she is aroused, her mind fights this. She is an honorable woman, not f*****g just any man to quell her desires.

. “For that, and that alone, I will allow it. Besides, I will revel in the lush feel of her hips, the softness of her skin.” He stroked one hand down my body, grazing the side of my breast before gripping my waist. “My c**k is hard for her and I will enjoy f*****g my mate immensely. Evelyn Day, gara, you will like it. f*****g is never a punishment, but a reward. It is my job to see to your needs now. You belong to me.”