Amanda
“What?” She did not just say what I thought she said.
Mara took off down the hallway, clearly expecting me to follow. “I must go to work, so I will return you to your family quarters. Doctor Zakar assured me one of them would return to you soon. I do not want them to be worried if they have already returned.”
Neither had, in fact, come back. Alone, I opened the box, curious as to what was in it.
ATB. Anal—seriously?
Within was more than a dozen oddly shaped tools with bulbous ends, strange twisting middles, and open-ended tools that looked more like wrenches, or something that might be used to fix a car. Shaking my head, I ran my fingertip over the long, bumpy length of one extremely odd, silvery item that appeared to be glowing.
I had no idea what any of them were used for, and none appeared to be anything used for the…um…anal area. I had to assume at least one of them would be something Robert might want, like the ReGen wand. The agency sought technology and here was an entire box full. No matter what its use, I was sure the agency’s scientists could reverse engineer something useful from it. And the healing tool. I had to get my hands on one of those things, and figure out a way to transport it back home.
I rummaged around and found one item that looked unusual. Pulling it out, I fiddled with it, wondering what it was. It was a bar about six inches long with two circles at each end. Made of lightweight metal, it was fairly basic, looked like a double ended socket wrench. Weird.
Holding the strange item, I wandered through our quarters, fiddling with the ends, trying to figure out what, exactly, it might be used for. I was near the couch when I heard the door slide open, and Grigg call for me.
“Amanda. Have you returned?”
Panicked at being caught with the oddity, I bent quickly to hide it under the dark blue couch cushion.
“Mate!”
Just his deep voice had my heart thumping, my pussy aching. I spun about to look at him where he stood a few steps behind me, hands on his hips. I’d been caught with my hand under the cushions and my ass in the air. I knew my face flushed, and the heat in my face worsened as he raised one dark brow.
“I’m sorry to have left you alone. You look as if Mara has taken care of you.”
He closed the distance between us and whispered, “I love the way the dark blue Zakar color clings to your round ass. Although I believe I like you even better in just a sheet.”
I heated at his honeyed words, at the eagerness of his tone. Just hearing his voice, having him in the same room was arousing.
“What are you hiding?” he asked, nodding toward the couch.
I had no choice but to pull the object from beneath the thick cushion and hold it up.
“I don’t know, actually,” I replied, honestly. While hiding it might appear to be odd, I didn’t have to lie about anything else. Standing, I pointed to the box. “We retrieved a mating box, but I haven’t figured out how the items are used.”
Grigg put his fingers on the edge of the box and slid it across the table, peered inside. “Yes, I am familiar with the box. But tell me, mate, why were you hiding that one item specifically?”
“I… I—” I used to be able to fake my way out of any situation. From Australia to Arizona, I could make things up on the fly. But now… “I don’t know.”
Grigg offered a noncommittal grunt in reply. “You are aware, mate, that the collars we share also allow us to recognize emotions. For example, you should have sensed that I was highly aroused when I came in. My need for you would most likely intensify any arousal you had of your own.”
That made sense, for I’d instantly craved him when he returned. I still did, in fact.
“It also senses other emotions, like nervousness.” He took the object from me, turning it over in his large hands. “Or lies.”
I swallowed then. Damn technology. How the hell was I supposed to be a spy when my every thought and feeling was exposed?
“I really don’t know what that is.”
He reached into the box and pulled out a much smaller one. “I asked Mara to make sure you received your box. In our haste, we did not collect one from the medical station after your exam.”
I flushed at the memory of that exam.
“What are all those things?” I asked.
He opened the lid, lifted a layer I had not yet explored and pulled out what I could easily tell was a butt plug.
I said nothing, my core heated, my pussy and ass clenched. Suddenly ATB made a whole lot more sense. Surely not everything in the box was—
He grinned. “All new mates are given a set for training. We cannot be fully bonded until Rav and I claim you together, fuck you together.”
“Oh,” I replied, thinking about being between the two of them, their cocks both filling me to the brink. Just like my dream. Damn my wanton body, but everything kept going back to that dream. Two men. Both of them fucking me, filling me, making me theirs.
“Apparently Mara felt we needed not only the basic box of plugs, but much more elaborate supplies.”
I pointed to the metal bar object and frowned at it. “That is a sex toy?” I asked.
“A sex toy.” Grigg nodded. “I like that term, for this is definitely a toy, one I am eager to play with.”
Me? I had doubts about that, for it looked more like a two-headed wrench than a toy.
“You were trying to hide a sex toy in the couch. Tell me once more, why?”
Oh shit. I bit my lip, stared at it. “I…I don’t know. It was stupid.”
He took it from me, considering.
“Yes, you said that, and I told you that I know the words are a lie.”
Yeah, that hadn’t worked the first or the second time. Shit.
“You hid it because you didn’t want me to use it on you?”
I nodded then, perhaps more fervently than necessary.
“But you don’t know what it is. How can you say you won’t like it?”
I shrugged because I had no answer.
“What if I told you that you’d like it? That I’d never use something on you that you wouldn’t enjoy? Would you trust me to use it with you?”
His eyes were so dark, so serious, and yet his voice was soft and gentle. He was coaxing me, for I had a feeling he wanted to use that toy. On me. Right now.
“It won’t hurt?” I asked, eyeing the odd gadget.
“It’s a pleasurable pain.” When I took a step back and looked skeptical, he added, “Trust me.”
I licked my lips and looked at him. Really looked at him. Did I trust him?
“If you don’t trust me yet, trust our match. Trust that I know what you like, what you want. What you need.”
“I need that?” I pointed to the mystery toy.
“Let’s find out. Take off your shirt.”
I looked at the small metal object in his hands, then at Grigg. He stood patiently, calmly waiting for me to decide just how adventurous I was willing to be.
“You want me to take off my shirt.”
“I want you naked and begging, but we’ll start with the shirt.”
Shit. Why did he have to say things like that? So damn hot. “What is that thing?” I asked, biting my lip.
He held it up. “This? It’s for your nipples.”
“My—” Said nipples tightened painfully at the idea of…whatever that thing did.
“Take off your shirt, Amanda.”
“I… I—” I continued to balk, now truly a little nervous.
“The idea of me doing something to your nipples arouses you, doesn’t it, mate?” Grigg took a step toward me. “I can see they’re already hard, eager for whatever I’m going to do. I can feel your interest and desire for it through the collar. I bet if I explored your eager pussy with my fingers, I’d find you wet, too.”
He took another step toward me, gently put the metal bar down on the table. It was ignored for now, his focus squarely on me. All that power, that size, the intensity, was aimed at me and I didn’t have the power to resist it. To resist him. Waves of desire washed over me, made my pussy ache, made it swell, readying for his cock. My breasts plumped, my nipples were tight points. My skin heated.
“There’s…there’s something wrong with me.” I’d never become so aroused so quickly before, and he wasn’t even touching me. It was similar to when I’d put the collar on, my feelings overwhelming me.
“You’re feeling my arousal, too. Our bonding has already begun, our seed, our bonding essence is already at work in your body. There are no secrets between mates. No false emotions or desires. That fact will help you overcome your fears.”
He lifted a hand to my arm, but did not touch, slid it down through the air, but I felt the sizzle, the heat of that almost touch and I shivered.
“Bonding essence?”
“That fluid that drips from our cocks is for you. I rubbed it on your clit during the exam, to ease your fears. Then, when we fucked you, our seed coated your pussy, marked you. Filled you. The bonding chemicals in our seed enters your body, becomes essential. It’s one way Prillon warriors bond with their mates.”
“You guys drugged me with your semen?” I asked.
He shrugged and wasn’t ashamed to admit it. “Drugged is not the right word. Your desire, your acceptance is just another sign that you belong to us. Right now, I have yet to touch you and you are close to coming. Am I wrong?”
I was breathing hard now, the room quite warm.
“No.” I had to admit the truth, for it was obvious I was affected…somehow.
“Then trust me to make you feel good. Take. Off. Your. Shirt.”
His voice dipped, had a sharp tone to it. He’d talked to me about my concerns, but now his patience was at an end. I could feel that, too.
Reaching for the hem, I lifted it up and over, tossing it to the floor. Grigg watched as I did so, kept his gaze squarely on my chest as it was revealed. The odd bra—like one from Earth with an underwire and cups, yet minus the full cup—exposed the top swells of my breasts. Like a demi-bra, only much more demi than anything I’d seen on Earth. If I breathed hard, I was sure my nipples would pop free.
With one finger, Grigg tested that theory, hooked the fabric along the plain edge of the white material and nudged it down. My nipple was revealed, all hard and taut. When he exposed my other nipple, I gasped, the cool air in the room hardened them farther.
“Gods, you’re gorgeous,” he exclaimed, exhaling a pent-up breath. I felt his desire ratchet farther, especially when he slid a knuckle down the full swell of one breast.
In that moment, I felt gorgeous, for his eyes, his expression, was one of eagerness, need and dark desire. His need was coiled tight, like a spring. Leaning forward, he took one tip into his mouth, sucked and laved it. My fingers went instantly to his hair, tangled in it and held on. After a minute, he switched to the other breast, did the same thing, then looked at both. They were bright pink and shiny from his ministrations.
“There, that’s better.”
I glanced at him with lust-filled eyes. I could only nod, for it was better, and yet infinitely worse because I was eager, so eager for more.
Without looking away, he grabbed the metal bar and held it in front of my breasts. With the press of a button, the width adjusted so that the circles were spaced apart the exact width of my nipples. Grigg pressed it gently against my breasts, shifting my soft flesh a little so that the nipple was placed in the center of the circle. He did this to one, then the other.
I looked down and watched, enthralled by the odd object. I only knew of nipple clamps that were like little clips, pinching the nipples. Sometimes decorative jewelry or chains dangled down. But this…this was different, a bar attached with what? Suction? A cinch? I wasn’t sure how it worked.
He flicked his gaze to mine. “All right?” he asked.
It didn’t hurt at all, the metal warm against my skin, so I nodded.
He pressed another button in the middle and a pale yellow light came on. At the same time, the aperture on the circles around my nipples narrowed until Grigg was able to take his hand away, the toy remaining on. The pressure wasn’t too bad, but I did gasp. My already tender nipples were being squeezed ever so slightly.
The light changed color to a darker yellow.
“That’s it,” Grigg said, lifting his own shirt up and shucking it to the floor.
Oh my. His chest was massive, and rippling with muscles. His shoulders were broad, twice the width of my own and all that power tapered to a ripped abdomen and, I knew, a huge cock that I could see was already hard and ready to take me.
“That’s it?” I repeated, looking down at myself. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t arousing either. “It’s not much of a toy,” I replied, oddly disappointed.
“Well, I’m not fucking you yet,” he countered.
I frowned at him as he stripped down completely. His armor fell to the floor and he placed something on a small stand between the chair and the bed. I didn’t see what he placed there, for his cock was erect and bobbing between us and captured my complete attention.
“The toy—as you call it—senses your arousal, senses what you need to assist in achieving orgasm and will tighten the pressure on your nipples accordingly.”
I looked at the innocuous object again. “Are you serious?”
He grinned and came over to me, worked the remainder of my clothes off so I was naked. He’d even carefully removed my bra.
“Gods, look at you. Did men on Earth tell you how spectacular you are?”
I opened my mouth, thinking back to the men I’d been with in the past. None of their faces came to mind, for I’d felt nothing like I did with Grigg and Rav.
He held up a hand. “Never mind. Do not answer that. Do not think of other men when I touch you, or I shall have to spank your perfect ass and fill you with my cock until you remember that you belong to me.”
I wanted to laugh, but I sensed that he wasn’t completely joking.
“You’re ours, Amanda. Mates. You feel it, you know it.”
I flushed, for I felt the truth of his words through the collar, the burst of arousal he felt when he looked at me. The circles about my nipples tightened slightly and I gasped. The color on the bar shifted to orange.
He winked at me, knowing the clamps had tightened.
“I like watching your face when the toy starts playing with your hard nipples. I want to watch your face when you come all over my cock.”
I moaned then, for the words were just what I wanted to hear.
He sat down in a chair, legs spread wide, crooking his finger.
I moved toward him, the odd feel of the bar between my breasts more distracting since the slight increase in the tightness.
With one hand hooked about my waist, he pulled me to him so I straddled his hips, my breasts directly in line with his face. With the lightest of touches, Grigg licked my breast all around the outside of the metal circle, first one, then the other. The circle tightened.
My fingers tangled in his hair, wanting to keep his mouth directly over me. I writhed on his lap, shifting and rubbing his cock against my belly. I could feel his pre-cum seep from him and coat both our skins. The heat of it, the bonding essence, he called it, warmed me, spread through me like a drug. It was a drug, for I craved it. Needed it. Just the little stream that was coming from him was not enough. I wanted all of him, his cock buried deep and his seed coating my pussy.
“What about…what about Rav?”
I was not used to having two men. Was there a protocol regarding being with one of them without the other? Did one get jealous of the other?
“He is working. You are here, in need of a sex toy demonstration and a good fucking. We do not need to take you together all the time. You will find us insatiable, so be prepared to have your men on you morning, noon and night.”
With his nose, he nudged the bar between my breasts. It elicited a gasp from me and a tug on his hair.
“Let’s see how wet you are, how ready you are for my cock.”
He pushed me away from him, his grip tight on my hips as he scooted my ass to his knees, holding my thighs over his as he spread his legs, forcing my pussy to open in the space between us, easy for him to see and touch. I placed my hands on his shoulders for balance. While I knew he would not let me fall, I needed some kind of anchor.
“Don’t move.” The two words barely registered before his hand left my right hip to cup my wet heat. I knew I was wet, for the air cooled my sensitive flesh where my juices coated the folds of my core.
He explored me with two fingers, holding my gaze trapped with his own. I stared into his dark eyes as his fingers pushed slowly, so very slowly to fill me. His eyes filled with lust, need, desire and the look drove my arousal as much, or more than the bonding essence in his seed. No man had ever looked at me like he did, like he’d die if he didn’t fuck me. Like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. His desire was addictive, it made me feel powerful despite the fact that I was his to command, his to control. And that dichotomy confused me.
I blinked.
“No, Amanda. You will not look away.” Grigg fucked me with his fingers in a slow, sensual glide that wound me higher but would never give me the release I craved.
“I can’t—you are too—” Two blunt fingertips touched me deep inside, stroking the entrance to my womb and my legs tensed as I jerked at the sensation. God, he was so fucking deep.
“Too what?” he growled.
I shook my head, unwilling or unable to answer. I wasn’t sure which, my mind a scramble as the nipple toy suddenly turned a dark red, sending a small jolt of electric shock through the sensitive tips as it tightened farther, just enough to make me moan, a tickle of electricity.
Grigg sighed and removed one hand from my wet core and the other from my hip. I missed his touch instantly, suddenly feeling cold and empty, too alone. I longed for our physical connection, his touch a balm to my senses. I was free to stand, to get off his lap and walk away from whatever game we were playing. But I didn’t. I stayed, right where I was, open and panting, scared to death of how much I wanted to please him. I wanted more. I wanted whatever he would give me.
When had I gone from brilliant, independent spy to needy, clingy woman? And why with him? Rav excited me, and I felt safe with him, desired and pleasured, but something about Grigg made me lose my freaking sanity. With Grigg, I lost myself, and that scared me more than anything ever had, more than being shot at during a high-speed chase, more than death itself.
The match is 99%…perfect for you in every way. Warden Egara’s words came back to haunt me. That was the only explanation. The matching protocol must work, just as promised. Which meant Grigg must truly be mine. If that was true, he had to be honorable, loyal, honest. If he weren’t, I wouldn’t want him, wouldn’t be attracted to him. Character mattered to me. Therefore, Grigg wouldn’t be the kind of man to take advantage of an entire planet of people as Robert had insinuated. He just wouldn’t. Was the CIA wrong? Were we just too new to the Coalition to understand or was I drugged by lust and blinded to the truth?
“You lied to me, Amanda.”
“What?” Between my wet pussy, pinched nipples, thundering heart and my panicked mind, I couldn’t process what he was talking about.
“You lied to me about the sex toys. About a lot of things, I’m afraid.”
Nervous now, I tried to close my legs, but his hands came down on top of my thighs like clamps. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
That sigh, the disappointment I felt coming from him through my collar made my heart actually ache.
“What were you doing with the box?”
“Nothing. Just looking.” What could I say? Oh, well, Grigg, I was trying to figure out how to send butt plugs and electronic nipple clamps back to Earth for the CIA? That was beyond ridiculous, as I realized my actions truly were. Was I so desperate to follow orders that I’d send something from the Anal Training Box for them to dissect and analyze? That was stupid. And I wasn’t a stupid woman. I rarely lied to myself, but it appeared I’d been doing a lot of that since my arrival here. Lying to myself and to my mates.
I remained silent until, moving so quickly I had no time to protest, I found myself bent over Grigg’s knees, my ass in the air and his hand on my back, holding me in place. He was careful with the bar across my chest.
“You lied to me, again.”
“No.” I shook my head as I stared, wide eyed, at the floor.
His hand landed on my ass with a sharp sting and I gasped. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m spanking you. I told you, mate, that you would be punished for lying to your mates.” His hand landed again, on the opposite cheek, and for some bizarre reason, the left was more sensitive than the right. My back arched and I cried out at the pleasure pain as heat built under my skin, spread to my thighs, my stomach, my clit. The nipple clamp tightened farther.
Smack!
Smack!
Grigg grunted, his rough hand kneading my bottom where he’d just spanked me, his voice rough, “Your ass is perfect, Amanda, so round. So lush. It wiggles so nicely when I spank you. I love the way it bounces when I fuck you.”
When his next slap landed on my ass, I was even wetter than I’d been before, the sting spreading faster this time, right to my pinched nipples.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
I squirmed as the nipple clamps squeezed and released, pulsing over the sensitive tips, tickling them with electricity with every release, releasing with every sharp snap of Grigg’s hand on my ass. The left. Right. Over and over he spanked me until I couldn’t take any more, my body out of control and wild.
The hand on my back held me down, and I realized I had nowhere to go, no option but to submit as fire raced through my bloodstream and wet welcome coated my thighs. I cried out, not in upset or pain over the spanking, but with pleasure. Incredible, perfect, painful pleasure. God, this was so messed up, and I didn’t care.
I was so fucking hot I was about to orgasm, and I didn’t fucking care.
My mind went blissfully, utterly blank.
My body slumped in submission, eager for the next sharp sting of his spanking, of his dominance, eager for the final sensual bite of pain that would make me come.