The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She stood between his legs, hands still clasped behind, eyes down.

“You’ve been such a good girl. Three days and no punishments.”

Three days ago, she’d overslept again—Mason had gone to deal with the asteroids and their usual morning routine had been disrupted. When he returned, she was still in bed. His punishment was as novel as her innovated methods of repairing faulty systems. Throughout breakfast, she’d knelt, naked, by his chair and he’d spoon-fed her. His reasoning had been simple—if he wanted him to treat her like a child who needed kicking out of bed, then he’d extend that treatment to feeding her.

“I’m happy to nurture you, Jade,” he’d told her, “to look after you, but that doesn’t give you the excuse to be a lazy indulgent child who snaps at me when I tell you to get up.”

She might have been a little smart-ass with her response and it had cost her. The punishment had been utterly humiliating. It also left her atrociously wet and doe-eyed. He’d somehow managed to both spoil her by spooning food into her mouth and make her feel ashamed all at the same time.

On the flight deck, she was starting to squirm, knowing something wasn’t quite right.

Mason wasn’t smiling back.

“And now you’ve blown it,” he continued, clucking his tongue. He pointed at the screen behind her and she peered over her shoulder. It was displaying his quarters, a still shot, one he must have captured. On the floor were her discarded clothes from the previous day. She chucked them there as a reminder to press them. Unlike the food processor, the clothes press worked fine and there was no reason for her lack of diligence.

“Whoops,” she whispered.

“Quite,” he said sardonically.

“I’ll never be tidy,” she admitted.

“So damn hard, isn’t it? Bending over, picking something up, folding it, putting it away. Must be draining, all that effort.” The sarcasm dripped off his tongue and she nearly laughed, but decided it wasn’t going to do her any favors.

“I guess I’m not here to admire the view then.” She rocked on her toes, waiting.

“Obviously you’ve not taking this particular expectation seriously. Contrary to my weak attack of humor, I do take tidiness seriously. It’s not about what you want, Jade. It doesn’t matter to me if you choose to live like that, but I don’t do clutter, and it is my wishes that you should be thinking about. It all comes back to compatibility.”

She mouthed the last word along with him. Big mistake; the moment she ridiculed him, she’d taken her punishment up a notch.

“So be it. You’ll suck my cock, then ride it until I come. You will not orgasm. If you do, I shall punish your ass with a hard spanking.”

“Wh—” She snapped shut her mouth before the last syllable slipped out.

Suck his delicious cock. Feel the texture slide along her tongue. Sit astride and ride him, grinding her pelvis down. Let him drive her to the point of combustion and not come! Impossible. Why couldn’t he just spank her and make her cry, not that he had since the day of her capture, but crying appeared contrite, whereas holding an orgasm would force her to beg. Perhaps that was what he wanted? His cock had bulged, forming a tent in his pants. The visual cue was encouraging—he couldn’t hide his lust and in the heat of it, perhaps he would forget his command and let her come.

“Undress,” he ordered, using a tone of voice that was always lucrative when it came to the immediacy of her response. She stripped and diligently folded her clothes, following the line of the seams with the flat of her hand until Mason cleared his throat.

“You’ve made your point, Jade.”

She detected the growl beneath the surface. Best not push her luck.

The air temperature across the ship was consistent and pleasant. However, having removed her clothing, she perceived a cool edge to the flow of air circulating the room or maybe her own body had ramped up in temperature. Either way, she felt flustered by her abrupt nudity. She should be used to it by now, what with Mason’s request for her to be naked in his quarters, but she wasn’t, not when he prompted her to do it without warning.

She smoothed her hand over her belly and tiptoed over to Mason. He’d spread his legs, maintaining his elegant slouch and uncovered his prominent erection. She sank onto her knees, crossed her arms behind her back, leaned forward and opened her mouth.

Mason moaned, expelling air in one long exhale. He rested his head back on the magnificent chair and stroked her hair while she bobbed up and down, until she’d coated his shaft. Her lips sealed around the base of his cock, she sucked hard enough to make her cheeks ache. He fisted a lock of hair and her scalp tingled. When she repeated the suck, he knotted his fingers through her hair and tugged harder until she released him in order to gasp for air.

“Rise up, sweetheart, and mount me.”

Sliding her legs on either side of his thighs, she hovered astride, angled her hips and lowered herself, seeking out his rounded glans, slotting it between her swollen lips. He felt thicker than ever or maybe she was tighter; either way, the fit was snug and the friction wonderful. Once her bottom touched his thighs, she paused, savoring the pinching sensation, then the give as she stretched to accommodate his girth. She jutted her breasts forward, arched her back, and rested her hands on his knees.

The sparkle in his eyes intensified as she bucked and rode his rod, frantically trying to avoid his cock hitting her sweet spot. She huffed while she fought the arousal and failed to crush it. Noisily, she moaned, probably too loudly. It was then that he started to roll her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, tweaking them until they hurt. She panted, tussling with the need to come and annoyed by his interference—couldn’t he see that she was struggling? He grasped her ass cheeks and hitched her up higher. She was in danger of losing contact with his cock. Alarmed, she grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.

Feeling his strength beneath her fingers was tantalizing. She started to pick at his shirt, hoping to expose his skin, touch it with her fingertips and enjoy the smoothness of his bare chest.

“Hands behind your back,” he ordered and reached into his shirt pocket. The restraining bands on her wrists snapped together, binding her. The ankle ones had gone—he’d removed them as a reward a few days after they first fucked. Now, she would have to rely on his support to keep her balance and rhythm.

Binding her didn’t dissuade the rising force of her impending orgasm; instead, it enhanced the fire coursing through her body. The electrifying epicenter was her clitoris.

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