The Space Marshal's Captive

He halted and once again cupped her hot ass, allowing his fingers to dip into her furrow and along her slit. She was wet, undeniably so and it was there not due to pain or shame, but entirely as a consequence of Mason’s staunch dominance.

Jade sniveled, her tears dripping off the end of her nose. Another kind of wetness and less endearing. She probably looked a mess.

“So are you,” she added meekly, “important to me.”

He eased her up and she draped herself over his bare chest like a layer of clothing.

“I know, sweetness. But there is a precedence in our relationship and that’s the way it’s going to have to be. You aren’t less worthy; quite the contrary, you’re too special and that’s why I’m taking this seriously.”

She didn’t argue. His view of compatibility depended on her submission, but what if she was put in the same situation again? Would she abandon him?

* * *

In a space of a few hours, Mas

on had experienced a rainbow of emotions: despair at his captivity, elation when rescued, disappointment and anger at Jade’s disobedience, and finally as she lay across his lap, delight. Her bared moons, which quaked with nerves, had quelled any doubts he had quietly harbored that she might have reverted to her former self.

She offered herself up for punishment, which took courage and trust. It wasn’t that he regretted his decision not to punish her, only that they both needed to move on and by handing back control to him, she accepted that it was his right to do as he pleased. One thing a spanking would guarantee him was an invigorating burst of energy and he planned to put that to use later.

By the time he’d finished spanking her, her ass was the shade of an evening’s sunset and damn hot. So fucking hot, he had to keep his cock under control and sit her on his lap to hide the erection. If he’d continued staring at the crease of her thighs, the dew glistening on her exposed folds, he’d have had to take her and much as he enjoyed the hospitality of his enlightened hosts, he preferred to fuck his girl in private.

“Come.” He helped Jade up, took her by the hand, and led her away from the gathering. He made the point of bowing to the chief, which was noted with a raised hand and a wry smile of understanding.

As soon as he had Jade in their guest hut, he stripped off his remaining clothes. Kneeling on the matting before him, she licked her lips and baited him with her sultry eyes and demure pose.

“What are you going to do with me?” she asked.

“The nights are long here, as I found out in that pit. Now I’m going to fall into another one, a pleasing wet fuck hole.” He held his cock steady, the angle poised for penetration.

Jade must have a fire burning below; Mason had one in his loins and heart. Damn, she was a cute creature on her knees, staring up at him with dark hollow eyes, lips slightly parted and hands clasped behind her back. Without preamble or permission, he bundled her hair into his fist and shoved his cock between her lips and down her throat.

She got it. She got the message loud and clear. What he planned to do with her. No questions, no doubts. She was his, no one else’s.

He rocked his hips back and forth, sliding his rod along the groove of her rough tongue. His cock swelled, growing bigger until she spluttered. He didn’t much care for gagging, not when it made her eyes water. He eased back and dipped his swollen glans in and out of her mouth, letting the pre-cum coat her tongue.

“Stick it out further,” he ordered, ramping up the quality of his voice.

Jade did as she was told and he raked his cock along her tongue until his slit rested on the pink tip. She coiled it around, tickling him. The delicacy of her touch was glorious, light and sensitive. The more she tickled, the greater the torment.

“Fuck, girl,” he growled. “Keep that up and I’ll spank you again.”

She giggled before opening her mouth wider and swallowed his cock, sucking her cheeks in tight. It was a long fuck, longer than usual and he kept her there, neither coming in her mouth nor easing up with the thrusts. Bending his knees, he spread his legs wider and lowered himself deeper into her throat. Now, she took it without gagging. The sensation was incredible and worth the wait. She’d progressed to a new level of cock worshipping.

Withdrawing, he stopped. He’d rather come in her pussy. He offered her a cup of water, which she greedily downed in a few gulps.

What now? Everything. Slow, fast; hard, gentle. He’d a repertoire to explore and even the heat of the jungle couldn’t hold him back. He started with a degree of roughness, not too much, but sufficiently energetic. He had an appetite, a wonderful empowering hunger and her malleable body was ready for him. Pushing her onto her back, he spread her legs and speared her, opening her up with one encompassing thrust of his cock.

The rhythm was set with the swing of his hips and he varied the timing and the vigor so he could savor the friction as she tensed in discomfort, then offer relief with a gentler nudge when necessary. Pain was part of pleasure; he’d witnessed that conundrum with his own eyes many times and he’d learned to recognize when to push harder and when to stop. She, his gorgeous Jade, was the best he’d ever seen for enduring his playful side. He added extra sensations by teasing her nipples, tweaking them with his fingers or cupping her breasts and squeezing gently until she moaned. He planted elbows on either side of her head and buried his face in her ebony hair, slamming into her hard while delighting in the fragrant scent of her warm skin.

Her pussy obeyed him, and he commanded her to come, which she did with a jerk of her limbs. She thrashed her head from side to side as he continued to fuck her, feeling the strength of her orgasm and then she went floppy, drifting away with half-opened eyes. He woke her by trailing his fingers along her neck and breasts, which were stained with the rouge of a flush.

Mason remained locked inside her, his cock as hard as an Ixzar blue diamond. He’d slowed his pace, and now, ready to finish, he arched his back and angled his erection so that it filled her completely. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably and he propped them on his shoulders, anchoring her there as he swayed back and forth, lifting her bottom off the matting.

Red ass. Wet pussy. Swollen pink lips. He loved seeing that triad in combination.

“Please, sir,” she murmured. “Please let me come again.”

“Wait,” he ordered, sensing his balls tightening further. “I’m close,” he panted.