even more on my cock, and I struggled to control the urge to rut into her body like an animal.
“Not god. I am a male,” I clarified. “A dominant Trion male, and you will call me master, or you will not be allowed to come.” I tugged gently on the chain between her breasts and used the weight of her body on my forearms to pull her up and back onto my cock, fully penetrating her. My cock hit the hard wall of her womb, and she whimpered, her body flooding mine with even more wet welcome.
“Please.”
Ah, she begged.
“Master. Who is your master?” Releasing one nipple, I wrapped a fist in her hair and gently tugged, lifting her face from where she’d been hiding from me, arching her back, fucking her as I held her in place for my cock.
“No one. I just want—”
I thrust. Hard. “Who is your master?”
“I don’t have a—”
Rocking my hips up and forward beneath her, I rubbed the fabric of my pants that had gathered into a hard fold at the base of my cock against her clit.
“Ahhh!” The first tremor of her orgasm gripped my cock, and I stopped. Everything. I let her go. Pulled her off my cock which I was sure was as excruciating for me as it was for her. Released her from my arms and placed her gently on the floor. When she rolled onto her side with a whimper, it took every ounce of power and discipline I had not to give in, to roll her onto her back and plunge deep, to take what I knew she would give me.
But I did not want a quick fuck. Despite the gods and fate and every other damn thing in the universe, I wanted her to be mine. I would not fail her by being weak when she needed me to be stronger than I’d ever been before. She would know I would not falter, would not give in. I would give her everything… in trade for her submission.
“Isaak! That was mean.”
“I am not Isaak.” I walked to a flat section of the wall and opened a small compartment, my cock hard and long, coated in her juices. The head was flared and angry, pre-cum seeping from it like a faucet.
I went to the S-gen machine, ordered up what I wanted. I considered the use of the Prillon training device on her perfect ass. I would generate one of those... for later.
For now…
Rolling her onto her back, I was pleased when she did not resist. She did not use her safe word. I couldn’t help but smile at my defiant, submissive one. She didn’t realize that in her refusal to say her special word that she was submitting. Not well, but she was nonetheless. I refused to tell her that, for I had no doubt she’d call it then, just out of spite alone.
“Call me Master.”
She shook her head, her long hair a tangle on the floor behind her. “No way. Sorry. The sex might be great, but—”
I squatted down beside her and attached the device to one nipple ring, and she glanced down, confused. “What is that?”
The second went on her opposite ring before she had finished the question. And then I gently moved her thighs apart and attached the third to her clit. Admiring my work, wishing I had true chains and adornments to drape all over her beautiful curves—and the Trion right to do so—I slid the control device onto my finger and walked to the door, stripping my pants as I went. When I reached the far side of the room, I turned and stood with my back to the only exit. She had come up onto her knees but looked down at her piercings and the small device I had attached to her clit. No doubt they felt heavy, even without me activating the devices I’d attached. Although there was nowhere for her to go on the ship. No retreat. Her only escape was the one word. Hurricane.
“Come to me, gara. Come to your master and kneel.”
She tilted her head to the side as if I had confused her. She looked so delicate and soft. So vulnerable. Naked. Mine. Not forever but for now, she was mine.
“Do I need to say the word? Because you are getting weirder and—”
I activated the control on my finger, and she cried out, dropping to her hands and knees as the devices I had placed on her erogenous zones