The Space Marshal's Captive

She heard a click and the bands released her arms and legs, allowing her slowly to rise to her feet. She clutched her backside, then rubbed each cheek in turn, attempting to alleviate the discomfort with a soothing rotation of her cooler palm.

“There’s nobody out here, nobody to watch or tell us what to do. We’re alone, just you and me,” she whispered, her hands still cupping her bare ass. Peering up from under her loose strands of hair, she met his beady stare and blinked away the tears. She had more than alluded to her feelings. Were the hints sufficient? Would he sweep her into his arms and cross the invisible threshold erected between them?

Mason reached out and touched the side of her face with his fingertips, trailing them along her chin and she parted her lips a fraction. A shiver of anticipation rippled down her neck and spine.

“Even more reason to play safe. Nobody to protect you, but me. I don’t want anything to happen to you, Jade.” He spoke so softly, she barely heard what he said. The shadow of his lips floated close, lowering to meet her upturned ones. “Are you sure?” were the last words he said before their lips merged.

“Yes,” she exhaled into his mouth.

The kiss was long, hard, and exactly what she wanted from him. He drew her into an embrace and spread his fingers along her spine, feeling his way up and down her back. Her panties remained coiled around her ankles and she didn’t care that he had access to the wetness between her thighs. Her pussy had been drenched with adrenaline-soaked excitement the moment his breath had mingled with her own. The sensation was electrifying and irreversible. Her liquid nectar was there, ready to greet his entry, his full-on thrust—if that was what he really desired.

“Please, Mason, please,” she gasped, breathless.

“We’re not supposed to be compatible.”

“Let’s prove them wrong.” She rested her hands on his shoulders and squeezed.

“You don’t understand. On Ixzar, I would take you, force you to come many times, taking my pleasure. I need to control sex as much as I need control over this ship, my prisoners. You.”

She licked her lips, tasting him. “This isn’t going to be about just my pussy, is it? This fuck is something I’m never going to forget.”

“No, not by the time I’m finished.”

She spread a big grin across her face. “You’re very sure of yourself, sir.”

“I am.” He took her wrist and directed her hand down toward his pants where the obvious bulge tented the loose fabric. Beneath she felt the bold hardness—a scaffold of steel. It was upright, bursting for relief, and probably painful for him to contain.

“In your mouth, your pussy, and your ass,” he continued. “Here. Now. And you’ll obey me. Then, later, we can do it the slow way, the way of your people.”

She’d no point of comparison, only her own experiences, which had been energetic and brief. Jade swallowed hard, losing the smirk. “My people aren’t exactly gentle—”

He shook his head. “Jade, this isn’t going to be lovemaking. We’re not there yet. I don’t know if… I’ll try for you, try to be that kind of man.”

“I think you will. I believe you can. I know it he

re.” She pressed her other hand to his chest and through the shirt she discerned the drumming beats of his heart. “Here is where it counts, don’t you think?”

He didn’t answer with words; instead he lifted her up, sat her on the wide crate, and pushed her back. Before her shoulder blades had touched the cool surface, he’d disposed of her joggers and panties. Snatching her wrists above her head, he held her still. Jade’s vision blurred as he lowered his mouth onto her neck and sucked her tender flesh. The sharp sensation caused an involuntary wince; it also made her scalp tingle with trepidation.

He dove his hands under the t-shirt and brushed aside the cups of a bra. Molding his palms around her breasts, he massaged them, gently at first, then with firm squeezes. He shifted his focus to her nipples, rolling his fingers around them, toying with them as they hardened into pebbles. Throughout his teasing, he continued to kiss her face and neck, showering her with a medley of pecks or passionate smooches.

Jade shook—all over her body, she had waves of trembling and her insides fizzed, bubbling over with excitement. She wanted to feel him, watch him undress, but Mason remained clothed. However, with her hands free, she roved, exploring his muscular shoulders through the fabric of his tunic. When he leaned over her to kiss her lips again, his chest rose and fell against her bosom. His powerful physique lurked, waiting to be unleashed on her. He held back, but she knew if he chose to, he could quickly take her and not allow her any opportunity for resistance.

Abruptly, he disengaged. “You’re going to come for me, sweetheart. I want to see it. Feel it. I need to know how you look, whether it melts you into exhaustion or drives you to feed again. I’m demanding, but what about you, can you match my desires?” He spoke rhetorically, not waiting for her answer; it wasn’t necessary to hear her affirmation. Instead, he sank to his knees, looped his arms around her thighs, and feasted on her wetness, the flood that deluged from her clenching pussy.

The delicate apex of his tongue flitted about until it eased under her hood and danced all over her swollen bud. Somehow, without ever asking her, he knew when she was close, teetering on the brink, and he would cease his fluttering and lash the length of her slit, bringing her down from the precipice. Jade moaned, arched her back, and invited him back. Mason wasn’t going to be so easily persuaded by her pants and groaning. He chose where to foray, whether it was deeper into her open pussy or along the folds of her labia, and when to strike her clitoris. The man was infuriatingly clever.

With her hair fisted in her hands, she stammered, “So… close… oh, fuck.”

He might be laughing, buried between her legs, but she heard nothing to indicate he found her frustrations amusing. When she lifted her back off the crate to view his bobbing head, without even raising his head from sucking her clit, he calmly reached out and flattened her down.

Jade giggled as he sought out a new location for his adventurous mouth. “You’re tickling… not there, oh, no.” He was giving his attention to her perineum and she clenched her sore buttocks and knocked her thighs against his ears.

Now he laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle, and for a second time ceased his delightful torment. She knew what was coming next. He rose to stand between her knees and released his erection.

“Yes, please,” she gasped. Now, fuck me—she didn’t say.

Mason tilted his head to one side, while fingering the shiny head of his cock. He smiled. Jade swooned, her whole body seemed to relax, because his gorgeous features were expressing something she’d not witnessed before from him, or maybe any other man she’d bedded—he had a yearning, a desperate look almost. She hadn’t expected she had the ability to conjure up that kind of need.