his. Women from their home planet, so many light years away, required pain to feel pleasure. Although she had only experimented a few times with her own body, Maisie had established she could reach a climax without any pain, but the one time she had tried pinching her breasts while touching herself between her legs, she had experienced an orgasm so incredible it had left her nearly comatose.
As if he could read her mind, Terror pointed at the table. She swallowed hard as currents of fear and excitement raced through her body. Rising on shaky legs, she moved from the couch to the table. She wasn’t sure how this part worked. Shy and uncertain, she glanced back at him, silently asking for his help.
His warm hand settled against her upper back, and he gently pushed her forward, guiding her to bend at the waist until her cheek touch the cold steel tabletop. He took her right hand and placed it against the edge of the table before carefully curling her fingers to grip the side. He did the same with the right. She breathed roughly as the anticipation of the unknown nearly overwhelmed her.
Terror stroked his rough palm down her back as if to reassure her. He combed his fingers through her still damp hair and then began to twist and coil it around his hand. He dragged her hair over her left shoulder, making sure it was out of the way. His body heat suddenly evaporated, and she shifted anxiously against the table, wondering where he had gone and what he was doing.
He appeared in front of her a moment later, crouching down until they were eye to eye. Very carefully, he said, “You will keep your hands here on the table unless you want me to stop. If you want me to stop, slap the table twice.” He showed her the signal and then studied her face. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She gestured with her right hand and nodded at the same time. She was absolutely, positively sure she wanted this, wanted him. She trembled inside, her entire body quivering with need and apprehension as she watched him rise and move out of her line of sight. She sucked in a sharp breath when she felt his body heat covering her back. It wasn’t the belt that touched her next. It was his mouth.
Terror kissed her shoulder blades and then moved down her spine. He stopped when he reached the dip of her lower back, and his body heat seemed to dissipate. She waited nervously for what would come next. She swallowed hard when his big, strong hand pressed between her shoulders, holding her down against the table with just enough force to make it clear that he was in control now.
He won’t hurt me. He won’t hurt me. He won’t—
She hissed in shock at the smack of leather against her bare bottom. Okay. Actually. Yeah. That hurt. That hurt a lot.
Before she could decide whether she wanted to ask him to stop or continue, the belt slapped her already stinging ass. She clenched her buttocks as the fiery heat expanded with each successive whack. Six, seven, eight. She counted silently as the belt fell against her bottom, each swing leaving a blazing swath on her backside.
Torn between wanting to escape and wanting to submit, she closed her eyes and focused on the soothing pressure of Terror’s palm against her back. The belt slowed after a dozen swings, and instead of lashing her full force, he grazed the leather over her prickly, heated skin in a way that made her shiver. He shifted behind her, slapping the belt down onto the table and pressing the coarse fabric of his tactical pants against her burning skin. She gasped at the sharp bite of pain and then shuddered when he planted his hands on either side of her and bent low to kiss her temple. His stiff cock pressed against her bottom, teasing her with what was to come, and he kissed along the curve of her cheek to her jaw and then her neck.
Wanting him to know how much she wanted this, she pushed back against him, rubbing her bottom against his erection. She embraced the discomfort of the rough fabric on her sensitive skin and smiled as she felt him breathe in sharply and pull back. As if to remind her that he was in control, he grabbed both of her hands and tugged them to the small of