Bound by Her Promise

She screamed as she came. Her body locked, froze into a jumble of spasms and excited nerve endings. Waves of ripples raced out of her beleaguered sex, her anus clenched tight about his cock and he cried out, as he juddered and pumped his load.

He panted. “Well?”

She gave him the thumbs up, unable to fashion a single word. Breathless and exhausted by his rampaging fuck, she slumped forward, flat onto the cool sheets and spread her limbs wide.

“I’ll clean you up.” He gave her tender rump a gentle slap. “Then, wife, we’ll play some more.”

She twisted her head round, focusing her bleary eyes. “More?”

“Much more. I’ve three days to fuck you dry, which to be frank is unlikely to happen.”

She giggled. “You reckon? There’s no way I can outlast you.”

He leaned over her and kissed the spot between her shoulder blades. She squirmed at the ticklish sensation. “Don’t tempt me, you might regret it.” He whispered in her ear.

Her pussy clenched. Three days? He’d destroy her.

* * *

In the dim light, Lysa traced her finger along one of his tattoos. All the miners had some form of body art. She guessed it helped build camaraderie, like a uniform. Blake’s breathing had regulated and he lay spent on the bed with Lysa tucked under his arm. As he forecast, she had more staying power than she thought, and by the dawn of the second day, he’d crashed into a stupor. She snuggled closer, feeling safe and warm, if somewhat sore and achy.

“Blake?”

“Mmm,” he murmured, eyes still closed.

“When you’ve finished here, and return to Earth with all your stash, what do you plan to do?” She tracked another line of black across his chest.

“Not go underground ever again,” he chuckled. “I want to be a farmer.”

She paused, finger hovering close by his tiny nipple. “Really? I don’t see you as a farming man, digging the soil, planting.”

“Sheep farming. There is always a demand for wool, throughout history and even today. It is a sustainable resource and plenty of companies to sell it to.” He turned to face her, adjusting his arm. She rested her head on it like a pillow. “Why do you ask?”

She gazed into the dark pools of his eyes, even blacker in the low light. How quickly those eyes generated waves of shivers across her skin, reminding her of his ability to ensnare her, send her into oblivion. How would a farmer and mining engineer live together? She dismissed the thought, it would be of no consequence, he’d divorce her at the end of his contract. Instead of discussing her concerns, Lysa gave a small shrug of her free shoulder. “Curious. Farms and land aren’t cheap.”

“No,” frowned Blake. “Did you know, below in the rock is treasure.”

“Treasure?” She raised an eyebrow, now she was genuinely curious.

“Precious metals and minerals. So rare, if found, the Corporation pays out a reward to anyone who digs some up. It’s hard spotting rare metals amongst all the rubble. Down there, machines do all the work, we just point the drill bits and keep an eye out. The asteroid smashed into millions of pieces when it crashed, driven deep into the surface of Callisto. In there are these nuggets. If I found one…”

As his voice trailed away, she finished his sentence. “You would buy your farm?”

“More, I could get off here before the end of my contract, pay to be released early. It’s the only way, otherwise I’m stuck here.”

Lysa ruminated on his plan. Once she’d gathered all the data she needed from the mining system, she’d be ready to take her final exams. To leave early would be ideal.

Blake brushed aside her hair, lowered his lips to her forehead and kissed her. He inhaled deeply, held it then let out a long sigh. “Lysa.” He seemed pensive, wide awake again. “When I return to Earth, would you come with me?”

Lysa propped herself on an elbow, looked down at the man she called her husband. Under her ribcage, her heartbeat echoed. “With you? Do you mean as your wife or—”

“As my wife.”

Oh yes, yes. After all the angst over being spanked and used anally, suddenly none of that mattered any longer. His request meant he loved her. Lysa opened her mouth to speak, to exclaim an eager yes. Blake pressed a finger to her lips, denying her speech. “I know we’ve only known each for a couple of months and I might appear harsh to you, but something inside me has crystallised tonight and that is the realisation I love you.”

She blinked back the tears. He removed his finger. “Yes, Blake. I would come with you.”

He sat up next to her and clasped her trembling hand in his. “I won’t stop you fulfilling your dreams, but I will have mine, too. What we started here is how it should be between us, do you understand?”