Now he’s using his hand again, spanking my upper thighs.
After a while, I don’t know the count and I’ve lost track of time. I’m sweaty and needy and my ass is killing me, and I swear I’m so wet between the legs that I must be dripping onto the floor.
“Tarek, stop,” I whisper.
“You learned your lesson?” He spanks me once, but lightly—almost a tap, then runs his hand over my sensitive skin.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“What lesson did you learn?”
I’m supposed to say, I won’t question your authority. I won’t bring young into the dome without prior permission. But what’s really sunk into my mind is that he wants me as badly as I want him.
“Kiss me,” I mumble, and a split second later he’s pulled me up into his arms and his lips are on mine, hungry. Demanding. Devouring.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with all I’ve got. Bite his lip once, then harder.
“Veck,” he growls, and reaches down to squeeze my sore ass. “Yeah, bite me hard, little human.”
I bite down again and he runs his nails over my ass, making me whimper—but I love it. I absolutely love it. The pain mixes with the growing need in my pussy and makes my desire burn so hot I’m shaking with it.
“I need you,” I whimper. “Please.” My breath comes in uneven gasps. I shift my thighs wider, as if he didn’t already know where. What I want. “Tarek.”
“You’re going to obey me,” he whispers into my ear, his hot breath making my insides liquefy.
“Yes, every planet rotation, always.” I’m ready to say anything to feel his cock inside me.
“You’ll respect me and the rules of the dome. If you don’t, you’ll get the strap, harder than I gave this planet rotation. You think this was a punishment? This was barely a taste. Trust me, if I wanted to really punish you, you’d feel it for planet rotations.”
That should be terrifying, but it turns me on more. I think about having a sore ass at my dorm, feeling a warm burn when I sit… and thinking of the being who put it there. Tarek. Remembering how he felt inside me. I’m practically having an orgasm just at the idea.
“Veck, your nipples got even harder when I said that.” His voice is reverent, surprised. “Stars, Zina, you’re so wet I can…” He curses, I think; something in Zandian I don’t understand.
“Down on your knees,” he orders, his voice rough. “Let’s see how good you are at taking direction. I want your pretty little human mouth on my cock.”
I’m eager to obey, because I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I get to my knees and wait, breath coming fast. Watching intently.
He undoes his breeches and kicks them away, and his massive cock makes my eyes go wide. He must have the biggest cock on all of Zandia. I’ve felt it before, seen it before, but each time, it surprises me anew.
“Open your mouth.” He sits down and spreads his thighs. “And keep your legs wide. I don’t want you getting off too soon.”
I moan in irritation, because I was hoping to have a starter orgasm while I was sucking him. “Yes, Master,” I murmur.
“You don’t come until I say. If you don’t do this the way I want, I won’t let you come at all this time.”
This time. That implies a next time. And that concept, along with my arousal, makes my mind fly into some kind of supercharged sexual dimension.
“Yes, Master,” I repeat, and inch forward. “May I?” I duck my head.
“Yes, you may. And you may take me all the way into your throat. And you may suck hard while I come down the back of your throat, Zina.”
I grab his powerful thighs and open as wide as I can to take him into my mouth. Despite what he said, he’s so large that I can barely fit him into my mouth, and it’s probably not possible to take his length down my throat. I give a valiant effort though, and he grabs my hair and tugs my head, adjusting as he likes.
He’s good at this, though: He knows when to pull back so I can breathe, and after a few minutes, I relax into the rhythm. It’s incredibly erotic to hear him groan in pleasure and feel his cock twitch under my tongue. I play with his skin, run my lips and tongue over and around. Learning his taste, his shape, his responses.
Before long, though, he pulls away. “If I don’t veck you soon, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
“I don’t mind—”