Interstellar Brides® Program Boxed Set

Chapter 3-4

He still held the chain attached to my n*****s and he wound it around his finger, forcing me come even closer if I didn’t want to have my n*****s tugged too much. I tilted my neck back even farther to meet his eyes. I’d gone too far in my comments, but I was afraid. If he was my mate, wasn’t he supposed to watch over me and keep me safe? How was he going to do that when I was one of ten women in his life?

I’d only been on this planet for less than an hour and he was dismissing me. I wished I could contact the bride program and reject him now, but I had to wait out the thirty-day cycle or until I was called back to testify. And then? I’d make sure they knew that I wasn’t happy in a harem.

He frowned. “I do not know this term f**k toy, but I do not think I like it. Nor do I like that you doubt my honor.”

fuck toyI swallowed at the deepness of his voice, the hint of anger I heard. I wanted to see the sated look on his face instead. I wanted to go back to a moment ago, when I was replete, and contemplating a future as the only beloved and well-f****d mate of Tark.

“I do not lie. I told you I do not share my mate. My seed is dripping down your thighs. My chain is prominently displayed.”

His chain? Was that chain their version of a wedding ring upon my finger? Did that chain truly announce to the world that I had been claimed? Did it display his protection? What was I supposed to do? Walk around topless?

His “Stimspheres, Goran.” He held out his hand as Goran moved away.

He pointed at my body. “My seed and chain will ensure everyone knows you belong to me, no matter where you are in this city of tents. Your a*s, I’m sure, is sore from my finger breaching you there for the first time. Your c**t—” he reached down and ran a finger between my legs, “—is hard and eager for another c****x. A c****x only I can give you, for there will be no more medical probes or, as you call them, vibrators. Your a*s is bright red from my punishment. It seems you find that all of that is not enough of a reminder that you are mine.”

I wanted to move away from his surprise touch, but I couldn’t without seriously hurting my n*****s.

Tark twisted the gold chain attached to my breasts around his finger even more. He lifted his other hand from my c**t to take something from Goran’s outstretched hand. “Leave us for a moment.”

His order to Goran made my breath catch. What was he going to do to me?

Tark held up golden balls, two perfectly round spheres attached by a small chain that ran between them, and another, much longer chain with a marked golden disc attached to its terminal end.

“Clearly a s******g wasn’t enough for you to learn to curb your disrespect and sharp tongue. You are going to carry these stimspheres until I return for you. The chain must be clearly visible at all times, gara, so that all who see you know that I am displeased.”

garaMy heart fluttered faster than a hummingbird’s wings and all I could do was stare. Carry around a couple of golden balls? That was punishment?

ThatHis gaze never leaving mine, and his grip around the twisted chain holding me in place, he lowered his hand to my wet p***y and inserted first one, then both of the golden spheres deep inside me. When he dropped his hand, the spheres slipped past my inner muscles and back toward his palm. He held his hand there, unmoving, as he stared into my stunned face. “You will hold these inside your p***y, gara, until I return for you. Or you will be s*****d again. This time I will not hold back and you will not be able to sit for a week.”

garaHoly s**t, he was serious. And the entire situation made my p***y clench. His seed slipped from me, but not the balls. Just that fast, I was eager for him again.

Tark smiled at my wetness and his seed that coated his palm, lowered his head to kiss my neck, and shoved the spheres back up inside my p***y as his tongue traced hot lines over my collarbone. He lifted his head and removed both of his hands from my body at the same time.

When he let go, the longer chain I had seen swung down between my thighs. The weight made the chain heavier, but each swing of it sent a small electric shock to my c**t.

I gasped as I clenched down on the weighty metal objects.

“The spheres will keep you aroused, gara, but the neuroprogramming will not allow you to come. Making you come is my job, and my job alone.” He traced the curve of my cheek with gentle fingers and stared down into my eyes. “If you remove it, I will know. The stimspheres are linked to my monitoring system.” He pointed at a device he had strapped to his forearm.

gara“Once Goran uploads the data from your claiming, everyone in the interstellar coalition will know you have accepted the high councilor’s claim, that you belong to me. With that,” he indicated the spinning golden disc that hung between my thighs, “perhaps you will remember the same and temper your tongue.”

youHe lifted me from my feet for a brief moment to make sure the disc was swinging. I hissed out a breath at the feel of the jolt of stimulation inside my p***y and I clenched down hard. A mixture of discomfort and desire made me shiver with every pendulum-like swing of the golden chain as I watched him leave the tent. I was thoroughly chastised, n***d, well f****d, and swiftly returning to full arousal.