His Captive Mate (8 page)

“I meant, have you seen a man without his clothes? Fully?”

Daz blushed and looked away. She felt the same tickle in her middle she’d felt at the doctor’s office as well as a hint of wetness between her legs.

“I take that to mean you haven’t. Well, today you will. But we must begin your training first.”

Daz’s eyes shot back up to Hawk’s face. It was calm, and even in a way that made her feel strangely safe.

“Training?” she asked, unsure of whether she wanted to hear the answer.

“All brides must be trained. Once I claim you, truly claim you in front of the others, you will be mine to do with as I please. You must be willing and able to submit to me in any way.”

Another shiver ran down Daz’s spine at the thought of what such a submission might mean. “Are you ready to begin?” Hawk asked.

With what she’d been through, Daz wasn’t sure of whether she wanted to answer the question. But the same curiosity that had dulled her longing for Golan, made her want to know what the large man was talking about. She nodded her head slowly.

“Good. Get on your knees, Daz.”

Daz pushed herself off the bed, the whole time staring into Hawk’s eyes. Her body had already begun reacting in much the same way it had at the doctor’s. Her pink nipples were stiff with expectation and the wetness between her legs had swollen even more. She felt a heat down there, a yearning for something. What, she wasn’t sure.

“Good. Now bend down. So your arms are on the bed.”

Daz did as she was asked, bending forward and resting on her arms so her breasts were pushed against her thighs and her rear was embarrassingly exposed.

Hawk sat down slowly on the bed beside her. Daz stole another glance at his crotch. The bulge had grown again and whatever it was, it was now pressing tightly against the fabric of his trousers once more.

“It is the most sacred ritual, to become a mate,” Hawk said quietly as his hand reached around behind her. Daz tensed as she felt the heat of his palm so close to her wet flesh. Was he… going to touch her? There?

As his strong fingers pushed up against the wet folds of her softest flesh, Daz’s whole body stiffened against his touch.

“Be still,” Hawk whispered. “Trust me.”

With her heart pounding, Daz closed her eyes and did her best to do what he’d asked. As the muscles of her body relaxed, she felt her weight shift back again as her moist slit came to rest against his hand.

“Good,” Hawk said softly as his fingers began to move slowly against her wetness. Tendrils of pleasure crept through her at his touch and her mouth opened slightly as she drew in a breath. It had been one thing to touch herself in her forbidden place. To have a man touch her there, this man, was another thing entirely. “Soon,” Hawk began, “all of you will be mine. You will know what it means to be my wife and to have a husband who loves you as much as I.”

Her eyes shot open at the word. Love. Love? Love was a thing between mother and daughter on Golan. Love was a thing between sisters who’d known each other their whole lives. How did this stranger, this man, know what the word was or what it meant?

Hawk’s rubbing became more insistent as he sensed her hesitation. The pressure of his touch sent the questions scattering to the corners of her mind and she found herself unable to hold a thought. The only thing she could focus on was the feeling growing in her middle.

The sounds of his fingers opening her wetness made Daz blush with shame. Why was she allowing this? Why was she letting this man touch her where she’d barely ever touched herself? Another shudder of pleasure shook the embarrassment through her body and she found herself trying to lean back further, trying to press her body onto the heat of his hand.

“When a man trains a mate,” Hawk said, still moving his hand in slow circles between her legs, “he must ready her in the way I’m going to ready you.”

Daz felt the circles began to change shape, to move upwards slowly and turn into ever longer strokes up and down the length of her slit, each one coming closer to her rear hole. But the aching pleasure grew inside her and even though she wasn’t sure what was happening, she didn’t want it to end.

“You’re so wet.” The words were whispered and hung in the air for some time. Daz glanced over at Hawk’s pants, where she swore she’d seen movement. The bulge seemed even larger now and the sight of it made her want to tear at his pants, to rip them off and see what it was. Hawk must have seen her looking. “That will be your reward. For being good. I will let you see what a man looks like. What I look like. Would you like that?”

“Y-yes…” Daz whimpered, embarrassed at the frail sound of her voice as soon as she heard it.

His hand moved up her slit, then back down, then up a little farther, spreading her juices so that they coated every inch of her flesh. Finally, just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, Hawk moved his thumb past the small wall of flesh at her center and placed it softly on her rear hole.

“Shh,” Hawk soothed as her body tensed again, her eyes wide with fear. “Trust me.”

Though it took a moment, Daz settled herself down the way she had the first time. He’d done nothing to hurt her yet. There was no reason to fear him now. She let her body relax again and felt herself opening for him.

“Good,” he whispered softly. Daz caught sight of the motion at his middle again and the ache inside her grew until it was filling her completely.

Hawk lifted his thumb slightly so that just the tip of it was touching the tight ring of muscle of her rear. She could feel it was soaked from being between her legs, slippery almost. Then, the feeling of the slightest pressure as Hawk began to push.

“Ah…” Daz whimpered as his digit began spreading her open.

“That’s it,” Hawk said as he pushed harder into her, spreading her open slowly. The wetness was helping to ease him in, but Daz had never felt anything like this in her life. She couldn’t believe that she was about to let herself be impaled by his hand. The thought shot through her body and suddenly changed everything. She felt her behind rise slightly into the air. She felt her tight hole relax and open for him. She felt the pressure at it swell but now she wasn’t scared anymore. Now she wanted him. She wanted him inside.

As her body reacted, Hawk’s thumb, slick and slippery from her wet hole slid easily into her rear entrance as Daz gasped then let out a low moan. She closed her eyes. She was unable to focus on anything but the feeling of being filled by him. Her body shifted, pushing her ass even higher into the air, giving him even more access to what had only been hers.

His fingers pressed up against her wet flesh again and the sensation of having him inside and touching her at the same time made her whole body swell with pleasure.

“Oh…” Daz cried as he resumed the circles, now slightly faster than before. “Oh, Hawk, I-I don’t know… I don’t know what…” she mumbled as wave after wave of heat and goodness ran through her at his touch. Now she saw where she was headed. He was going to do to her what she’d done to herself at the doctor’s. He was going to give her that feeling. She was going to feel that same blistering heat by his hand.

“Oh, Hawk… I-I’m going to…”

Hawk steadied his stroke, realizing he’d found the perfect rhythm for his pet, with his thumb still buried deep inside her, his fingers pressed and flexed against her sex as they spun her slowly into oblivion.

Daz winced at what was to come. The warmth filled her again, followed by a blinding white light that came when she closed her eyes. She felt heat pulsing from her core and onto her master’s hand. Her body began to rock back and forth and she wanted nothing more than to feel the sweet reward that would come to her for doing his bidding. As her muscles began to tense once more, she felt the moist folds he was massaging begin to clench, desperate for something to squeeze. She dug her fingers into the bed. Her eyes squeezed tight. Now there was nothing but that feeling of balancing on the thin edge of pleasure and as she began to moan, she felt that wet, hot ache that had built between her thighs explode through her body and then she was falling, falling, falling into a blissful nothingness again.

When she drifted back into the room, she felt herself shuddering as the last throes of her ecstasy ebbed. She opened her eyes as he slipped out of her and she turned her head to see what he was doing.

He swept up the implement he’d brought from across the room. It was a small, silver cone with what looked like a bowl on one end. Before she could react, Hawk pressed the tapered end of it against her rear and pushed. The thing slipped in easily, coated as she still was with her own liquid.

“Oh!” she gasped, turning to try and see what was happening to her. But by the time she’d turned her head, the thing was embedded where his thumb had been just moments before, held in place by the wide, curved shape at the end. She wriggled at the unfamiliar thing inside her body but Hawk put a hand on her back to keep her still. He stood up, no longer able to control himself, unhitched the belt at his hips, and let his pants fall to the floor.

Daz’s mouth dropped open, her eyes widened, and she forgot completely about the thing that had just been pushed inside her. Hawk’s massive, throbbing column was just inches from her face and she looked up and down its length, unable to believe her eyes. Her gaze settled on the engorged head, dancing up and down as his need for her coursed through his body. He didn’t wait, or ask or tell her what she was to do. He simply put his hand at the back of her head, steadied the massive thing with another, and pushed himself past her lips.

Though she’d just experienced a thundering climax, the taste of Hawk’s rock-hard flesh gliding along her tongue made Daz begin to moisten again. There was no time to think about what was happening. Her mind could only feel what was going on exactly in the moment. His flesh slid back and forth across her tongue, gliding closer to the back of her throat with each thrust. Liquid trickled from the end of him, coating her tongue in a bitter sweetness. Then he slid in again, deeper this time. Daz’s eyes burned as he stuffed himself into her mouth over and over and over again until she felt more liquid burst into her mouth. This time he groaned and she felt the pressure of his palm on the back of her head strengthen.

The massive shaft plunged deep into her mouth, touching the back of her throat this time and for a second he held it there as Daz began to feel the burning in her lungs from lack of air. When he pulled it out she breathed deeply, readying herself for an even deeper penetration. He held himself there again. This time it was different. Though her lungs burned, this time she didn’t want him to leave. This time, she only wanted to serve him, the way he wanted. She was there for his pleasure.

Another thrust. Another groan and finally as his fingers clenched in her hair Daz felt the gush of cum burst into her mouth as he drove himself into her again. This time she closed her eyes. His cock pulsed inside her mouth, the head of it buried deep in her throat, spewing thick gushes of his hot seed into her. She held him there, his sack at her chin, her eyes closed as she felt pulse after pulse inside her mouth. And when she thought she could take no more, her last instinct was to close her throat around the purple head of his member, squeezing each last drop of what she could from him until there was nothing left.

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With a massive cry, Hawk pulled himself off his obedient pet. He looked down. The look in her eyes said only one thing. She wanted more of him. Thrusting himself back into her mouth, he pushed deeply until he felt his hilt against her chin and again he held himself there until she milked what he had left for her with her throat. When he pulled himself out again, he staggered backwards, dizzy from his orgasm.

As the blur left his vision, he looked down at the face of his bride-to-be. There were no tears streaking her face, or any sign of worry on her expression. She simply raised her eyes to look at him. With a perfectly calm expression, she opened her mouth slowly and pushed out her tongue. A shudder of pleasure raced through Hawk’s body. He knew she was his.

Zaer stood at the center of the room, her generous curves covered only by the thin wisp of the robe she was wearing. The material was parted in the center so that her breasts were showing out the front of it. The wide-eyed man on her bed breathed heavily, his cock already half erect.

Zaer took another sip of her drink, then placed it on a table beside her before turning back toward her guest. Her lips curled slightly at one side as she looked up and down the man’s body. His firm muscles rippled as he strained against the shackles that bound him to the wall.

“Do you have a name, male?” she asked, her voice cooing and low.

The man’s eyes ran up and down her body, riding the lines of her curves before he looked back up at her to answer.

“Dar Taal,” the man grunted, pushing himself up on his elbows.

A smile crept across Zaer’s face. This one wouldn’t require much to give her pleasure.

“Tell me, Dar, have you tasted a woman before?” Zaer asked, gliding slowly across the floor, the motion of her hips capturing Dar’s attention immediately. She stood beside the bed and let him crane his neck to stare at her for a while before asking again. “Answer the question,” she snapped, suddenly stern.

The man grunted as his lip curled upwards but he shook his head in response. Zaer’s expression softened again.

“Well, then I’ll have to teach you a thing or two.”

Zaer got up onto the bed and crawled across toward him until her pussy was close to his face. The man sniffed at the air like an animal as he caught her scent. She looked down to see his cock jump as he did. That was a good sign. Zaer moved even closer as the man struggled to bring his face closer to her. In one swift motion, she swung a leg over one side of his head as if she were mounting an animal, then quickly sank down onto his chest, immobilizing him.

The large man bucked under her weight, but his mouth opened as she slid forward along his chest, leaving a slick trail of her moisture on the hair that grew there.