“Don’t cry,” he said softly as the tears limped down her cheeks. “I will come and find you. I promise.”
“I know,” she blubbered. “I’m just worried that things will go wrong and you won’t be able to.”
Mason fell silent. She’d hit upon something beyond both of their control—the mighty Federation and its intransigent rules.
Chapter Thirteen
One more day before they parted. It would be their third separation and the hardest and longest to endure. Nothing would prepare her for the emptiness that would fill her when they parted company, although Mason had worked hard to reassure her and keep her occupied.
She tidied the workbench and admired the pristine space she’d created in the engineering bay. She’d done everything she could to ensure that Titan was in the best condition for the final stage of its journey to Novador, one she wouldn’t witness. Tomorrow, the ship would dock on Malimor’s orbiting spaceport and she would disembark, hand herself over to the authorities, and say goodbye to Mason.
Since they’d left Kathamu the days had sped by in a blur. She’d often found herself gazing out of the flight deck windows watching the way space folded before the ship, propelling it forward at amazing speeds, but she hated the technology because it took them closer to Malimor and to the endpoint of her adventure with Mason. If she wasn’t so determined to keep Mason happy, she would have sabotaged the ship and had it limp its way to Malimor at the slowest possible speed. But, as Mason often liked to remark, she was a good girl. He’d not punished her since Kathamu.
The lights dimmed as she left the room, signaling the end of her duties. It was rest time and she automatically headed to the sleeping quarters. She stripped off and showered, taking the time to polish her skin into a radiant glow and ensure she was smooth in the right places. Her figure had improved, which was remarkable considering the limited space on Titan. She put it down to regular exercise, Mason’s insistence on eating sensibly, and her busy maintenance schedule. She admired her firm breasts and neat hips in the mirror as the drier blasted her with warm air. Satisfied her hair was tidy and her breath freshened, she prepared herself for his imminent arrival. There was no need to dress again.
She positioned herself opposite the door and knelt. A few deep breaths calmed her excitement, especially the familiar fluttering in her belly. It never ceased to amaze her how much she yearned for all flavors of his dominance.
Mason was rarely late and within a few minutes of her settling into the appropriate pose, he arrived.
“All done?” he asked, nonchalantly leaning back on the wall, inspecting her with a satisfied smile. With all three of his fugitives contained in stasis, Mason had no more restless nights wondering how to capture them. He’d accomplished what he set out to do.
“Everything finished, sir,” she replied promptly. “Guess you’ll be wanting to make absolutely sure everything is in order,” she added, a smattering of sarcasm in her tone, just enough to make him smile.
She tracked her gaze across his body, from his boots to his sturdy thighs, then up to his narrow hips and square shoulders. The stubble on his chin came and went, according to his mood; either way he was scrumptious to behold with his expressive eyes and their polar brightness. He hitched his shirt over his head and afforded her the perfect view of his tattoos. His cock bulged in his pants—the outline of his phallus pressed against the fabric. With his head cocked to one side, he appeared to enjoying her, too; his eyes sparkled in the lights, intensifying as he watched her slide her legs farther apart.
“Lie on the bed,” he said. ?
??Bottom up.”
“Oh,” she pouted. She’d not done a thing wrong in days. However, it wasn’t as if she hated being spanked; quite the contrary, it was fun when the mood was right.
“Everything’s fine, sweetheart,” he reassured.
Relieved, she clambered onto the bed. He ringed her ankles with his hands, spreading her legs wider. A rush of adrenaline stoked her, gifting her a lush pussy and a thrumming pulse in her clitoris.
“I want you to pretend you’re a virgin once again. All those new sensations rippling through your body. Wanting it so badly,” he said huskily.
Recapturing a lost moment, one that wasn’t that special, might seem a strange request at first, but the more she thought upon it, the more her excitement grew. Mason wanted her to forget her past and embrace her innocence once again.
“Yes,” she gasped as he stroked his hands along her calves, gradually working up her legs. He was mapping out her body, touching every morsel of her, as if he was making notes. Mason was memorizing her in every detail.
He massaged her thighs with strong fingers, working his thumbs into the crease at the top, where her flesh softened into her buttocks. The progress was tantalizingly slow and seductive. He followed his hands with kisses, trailing them along her hips and spine, along the blades of her shoulders and the nape of her neck.
Instinctively, she spread her arms out, as if pinioned to the four corners of the bed. She was reenacting her first fantasy, imagining those bonds holding her still and her virgin pussy waiting to be plundered.
Mason eased his body over hers, cloaking her with his warm flesh. His steely cock tucked itself in the groove of her ass and he rocked it there, teasing her with the bulb. When he reached out and gripped her wrists, an explosion of tingles erupted all over her body and she tensed.
He entered her pussy so slowly she wondered where he found the willpower to hold himself in check. She remembered her role, the diminutive little virgin being fucked and whimpered appropriately.
The prominent ridge of his chest brushed against her shoulders as she arched her back, inviting him deeper. In reply, he tightened his grasp on her wrists. It was if he wanted her to resist him, make him force his way in.
Jade felt no fear. Mason’s game thrilled her, as did the awakening of her darkest fantasies. It was their last fuck for a long time and he had hours to play his games. She’d no desire to sleep.
“Oh, please, don’t hurt me,” she mumbled into the pillow.
Mason lifted his weight off her back, released her wrists, and hitched her hips up higher. For a second, she thought he’d taken her seriously.
“Don’t—” stop, she almost said, but she didn’t have to. He slapped her bottom hard.