The Commander's Mate (6 page)

Just remembering the powerful and thorough taking of her forbidden hole made her wet with need. As she attempted to sit up, however, she winced and decided it might be best to wait at least a few days before having another anal encounter.

This shouldn’t be happening this way,
Izzy thought, frustrated with her responses to the big alien. She was an enlightened, independent woman. Why was she so drawn to the dependence Grayson wanted to foster her to feel for him?

She thought of her job at the library; she’d loved working there with the books that had always filled her world and teaching the children who came to her about everything those precious books had to offer. Izzy wasn’t sure when it happened, but at some point she’d traded other dreams, like marriage and family, for the worlds provided by her books. She’d felt too heavy to be attractive according to society’s standards, and enough rejection will cause a girl to give up on those things. Izzy realized she’d given up long ago, and to now suddenly have the passion she’d resigned herself to living without… it was a lot to take in.

Never in a million years would she have thought she had a submissive bone in her body, but she reveled in Grayson’s mastery and dominance.

Izzy knew she was going to have to get away from him or lose herself to this madness forever. She just wished the thought of leaving him didn’t fill her with despair. Why did the right thing to do feel so very wrong?

“You’re awake.” Izzy looked up from her inner reflection to see Grayson smiling down at her as he sat next to her on the bed.

He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, sending shivers through her body and bringing a flood of warmth between her legs. “I wish that I could crawl back in bed with you now, little fire, but we have much to do today.”

With a sigh of resolve, Grayson stood and lifted her from the bed, standing Izzy on her feet before him. “Go use the restroom and bathe quickly, Isabella. I must braid your hair before we leave.”

“Where are we going?” she asked with a frown.

“Things will be revealed to you in good time, little mate, go now.” Grayson delivered a sharp swat to her naked bottom as he turned her toward the restroom to hurry Izzy on her way.

Izzy muttered to herself, rubbing her bottom as she walked to the bathroom. It only took her a few minutes to use the facilities and grab a quick shower after twisting her long hair up to keep it out of the waterfall-like shower. Wishing she had time to linger under the hot water, Izzy turned it off with a sigh and grabbed one of the big fluffy towels to dry herself off.

She’d barely made it back into the bedroom before Grayson was tugging another caftan over her head, this time one in a vibrant green Izzy knew would match her eyes. Once the dress was in place, she was seated at the vanity and he made quick work of the intricate braids telling everyone she belonged to him.

Izzy was surprised when Grayson stopped her before she could get out the door to put soft leather boots on her feet.

“Shoes?” she asked with an arched brow.

“We will be spending some time outdoors and I would have your feet protected,” he said simply before taking her hand and leading her from the room.

Instead of the dining hall, Izzy was led to a small chamber off their own. Grayson scooped her close and urged her to press her face to his chest for transport.

They were being transported before she could even think to ask where they were going. When Izzy lifted her face from his chest, Grayson set her on her feet before a large dome that seemed to have a beautiful big house inside.

“Wait, I know this house!” Izzy cried. It was one she’d walked past on her way to school as a child. They were in the town she’d lived in all her life. Her apartment was only a few miles away!

“This is our home,” Grayson told her softly as he touched the side of the bubble and a passage opened for them. He quickly pulled her inside the big dome and closed the passage back off, sealing them inside.

The air was sweet and the temperature was very comfortable. While it had been hot outside the dome, in here it was around the mid-seventies. There were also giant trees with brightly colored fruits hanging heavily from them lining the walkway up to the house. She’d never seen these trees.

“Why is this our home? I thought we would go back to your home world.” Izzy looked up at him trying to understand.

Grayson smiled at her, then scooped her high into his arms. “I told you we made an agreement with your world to provide it with protection in exchange for brides for our warriors. My fleet and I are part of the protection. First we gathered mates for ourselves. Now we will begin to harvest mates for the men on our home world. This house will be our home and my command center for the harvest process and then for the protection of the planet,” he explained as he carried her inside the large house.

Excitement lit Izzy’s features. “That’s wonderful, Grayson! I can go to my apartment and get some stuff, then talk to my boss about coming back to work and…”

“No.”

“No?” she asked with a small frown knitting her brow.

Grayson set her on her feet in the entry hall. “No. You will not be leaving the protective dome over our home for several months and even then it will only be in my company you will venture outside our home.”

“Why?” Izzy felt tears welling up in her eyes.

“You will not be immune to the toxins in the environment of this world for several more months and I will not permit further exposure until the doctor is able to assure me you are immune. Further, I would never allow my mate to leave my home without myself or a guard to ensure her safety. This you understand, Isabella?” he asked.

“This I don’t understand!” Izzy yelled up at him as she dashed angry tears from her eyes. “Why would you bring me home only to tell me I can’t see anyone or visit places I am used to? Are you being deliberately cruel or are you really that ignorant?”

“I see you are angry, Isabella, but I would caution you to remain respectful. How am I being cruel? I felt you would be happy to be in a familiar environment.”

“I’m not in a familiar environment; you just parked me in reach of it and told me I would never have it!” Izzy was tired of trying to explain her feelings. It shouldn’t be that difficult to understand. She turned away from him and ran up the stairs, not stopping until she found a room with a single bed in it.

Izzy slammed the door closed and made quick use of the lock before throwing herself on the bed to give in to her tears.

Grayson turned the doorknob, then knocked sharply. “Isabella, open this door. There will be no doors between us, mate.”

She ignored him, burying her face in the fluffy pillow to muffle her sobs. How could he not understand her feelings? Making her live in sight of her home but keeping it out of her reach, how was it anything but cruel?

The deafening crash of the door being kicked open and bouncing against the wall brought her straight up in bed, staring at the angry form of her mate in the doorway.

“You will not ever attempt to lock me away from you again, young lady. Since you are upset, I will let this little rebellion slide. Come, we will retire to our room and I will attempt to make your disappointment up to you, little fire. Things are not as bad as you would paint them.” He held out his hand to her, palm up.

“No. I have no desire to touch you or have you touch me at the moment,” Izzy said, glaring at him before turning her back to lie back down.

“You would deny me your body?” he asked incredulously.

“I’m not in the mood,” she yelled.

“I see there are many lessons you have yet to learn,” Grayson said before plucking her off the little bed and tossing her across one broad shoulder.

“Stop it! Let me go! If you force me right now, it will be rape!” Izzy screamed as she pounded him on the back.

Grayson ignored her cries and stood her on the floor in front of a large bed, quickly stripping her of the green dress and boots. He put her on her knees in front of him, admonishing her to stay where she was while he walked into the bathroom. When he came out, he had two small vials in his hand.

“At least you displayed sense enough not to move,” he said approvingly as he set both vials on the bedside table before lifting Izzy to the bed and laying her on her back.

Izzy gasped as he caught her feet in one hand and pulled them over her head while pressing down and splaying her lewdly to his gaze. She tried to wriggle into a less revealing position, but was unable to escape his hold.

Grayson grabbed one of the little vials and pulled the stopper out with his teeth before tipping its contents over her exposed privates. The thick fluid ran across her and down in the crack of her backside. He then used his fingers to rub the liquid firmly into every crevice of her labia, then thrust a coated finger inside her, rubbing it all along the walls of her sheath. He didn’t stop there after she was coated to his satisfaction; he rubbed it in all down the crack of her bottom, then stuck another finger in her shy little rosebud. This too was worked in and rubbed into the walls with a friction that was wringing a sob of pleasure from her despite herself.

Izzy watched in confusion as he withdrew his hand from her body and released her legs. He then stuck a finger in the little vial to get the last of the liquid from it and rubbed it into both her nipples, giving Izzy a cold smile when they hardened into tight little points begging for attention.

“Not as averse to my attentions as you would have me believe are you, little mate?”

Izzy closed her eyes, embarrassed by her body’s betrayal.

“Worry not about rape, Isabella; by the time I arrive home tonight you will be begging me for relief,” Grayson told her as he sat down on the bed and pulled her over his lap. She heard him open the second vial and then felt the cool liquid trickle onto her bottom. This too he rubbed in all over her backside, paying special attention to the crease where her bottom met her thighs. “You will also have learned by then never to attempt to deny me access to what is mine again.”

She gasped as the stuff he’d rubbed into her privates began to heat and tingle, her nether regions and nipples swelling in response.

“Good, it’s starting to take effect. Now I will spank you for your rudeness, but the real punishment has just begun,” Grayson told her as his hand began to fall sharply across her bottom.

He spanked systematically up one side and down the other, leaving not one inch of skin untouched. She quickly began to squirm in an effort to escape his punishing hand.

Though he wasn’t spanking her nearly as hard as he had before, the sting began to grow almost unbearably from the very first swat. Grayson stopped after he’d covered every inch of her backside, then lifted her to stand before him.

Izzy gasped at the heat continuing to fill her bottom and private area, reaching back to rub only to whimper as the sensation only intensified.

Grayson caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her eyes to his. “Rubbing will only make the sting worse, little fire, and as the gangy root I have rubbed elsewhere intensifies, you will find yourself on the brink of orgasm continuously with no relief in sight.”

“What?” she asked in horror.

“My seed is the only thing that will relieve the ache you are bound to begin feeling soon and another spanking is all that will stop the burning in your bottom once the binka root has dried. When I return home this evening, I expect you to apologize nicely for your behavior and ask me to discipline you accordingly. Then, my defiant little mate, you will beg me to take you in every way possible. Use the time in the interim to reflect on how the day could have gone very differently,” Grayson advised her, placing a quick kiss on her brow before leaving the room.

Izzy winced when she heard the front door close, knowing he’d truly left her alone. The heat in her bottom was still intensifying and the tingling heat in her other areas was growing too.

It only took minutes for Izzy to completely understand the full measure of her punishment. The fire in her bottom was now secondary to the pulsing need filling her elsewhere. Her poor little clit was swollen to unbelievable proportions and pulsing with need while her channels both pulsed with the same need, engorged and tight.

Izzy tried to relieve herself, but her touch only intensified the need; she hung right on the edge of orgasm, not able to come down or send herself over the edge. All she could do was lie on the bed and whimper. Even her nipples were distended to three times their normal size and beyond sensitive.

She knew by the time Grayson returned to her, she would be mindless with need and she would do anything he asked of her. Izzy also knew she would never deny him the succor of her body again, but at the same time she felt betrayed that her gentle, caring mate could leave her to suffer all day in such a way.

Izzy wasn’t sure she’d be able to forgive him. It had only been a few minutes and she was already desperate for relief; to suffer the rest of the day like this would be pure torture.

* * *

He didn’t get far from the house before reason caught up to his ire; he’d used Ramelian herbs on a human mate without really knowing how strongly they would affect her. Grayson had been hurt when she’d locked the door on him after all they’d shared.

It had only been fifteen minutes, but he was suddenly desperate to get back to his little mate and repair any damage he’d done to their newly budding relationship.

Grayson walked into the house to the sound of his little mate’s whimpers; his gut clenched at the desperation in the muted cries. While the oil should have kept her need high and primed, it shouldn’t have reached this level in only a few minutes. It was a tool widely used to discipline the women of his planet, but it obviously affected Isabella’s body much more quickly.

Izzy was on the bed, her entire body flushed with need. Her eyes aimed right at him but obviously couldn’t see him, so lost was she in her need. He took in the rigid swollen tips of her breasts, a red so dark they were almost black and the area between her splayed thighs glistened the bright red of a ruby, so great was her arousal.