She shook her head but held herself still. I didn’t do more than pet her pussy. Slowly. Gently.
“They are for your mate to affix his medallion, so everyone knows who serves and protects her.”
“That’s sexist as hell.”
I offered a slight shrug. “It is the male who is kept, who is permanently chained to his mate.”
“I’m not your mate,” she snapped.
“You may not belong to me, but your pussy does.”
She tried to step back, but I curled a finger into her. Her inner walls clenched down upon it.
“Whose hand is coated in your need?”
I pressed against her G-spot, waited.
“Yours,” she said finally.
Pulling my hand from her, I set her back a step, so I could stand. I went to the S-Gen machine in the kitchen, but I didn’t order up food. In moments, I opened the door and returned to my seat before her. I held up the item. Two golden spheres attached by a small chain that ran between them, and another, much longer chain with a marked golden disc attached to its terminal end.
She stared at it.
“It is time to show you the pleasure of a Trion female. Shirt off, please.”
I didn’t explain what the spheres were for. She’d find out soon enough. Her curiosity got the better of her, for she lifted my shirt off and dropped it to the floor.
“Ah, so beautiful,” I praised. “Feet wider apart.”
When she complied, I held onto a single gold ball and let the second, along with the chain, dangle.
“Um, what are you doing?” she asked when I carefully nudged the sphere up and into her pussy. It was an easy task with how wet she was. “I’m not much for weird sex toys.”
I didn’t say anything as I set the second sphere inside her.
Removing my hand, she gasped, and her hips curled back, a sign she was clenching hard to hold the objects within. The chain dangled down between her parted thighs, the medallion at the bottom offering some weight.
I watched her closely. Arousal, frustration, anger, surprise, so many emotions flitted across her face. “Isaak,” she breathed.
“You have your safe word, gara. Do you wish to use it?”
She hadn’t said no yet, a sign in itself she wasn’t rejecting my attentions. I wanted to remind her though that I would stop at any time. I needed to know her limits. I instinctively had an idea of what they were, but Zara was unlike any female I’d ever met. While she tested to Trion, she wasn’t actually from the planet. I didn’t know how deep her needs ran, but I was quickly learning.
“No,” she said finally.
“Don’t let the spheres fall out. Trion females are punished for such an infraction.”
Her head whipped up to look at me. “Punished? God, Isaak, it’s going to make me come.”
“I haven’t even turned it on yet.”
Her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “On?”
I pressed a button on the remote I hadn’t allowed her to see, and her knees bent. She gasped, her hand smacking onto the table beside her. “Isaak! You’re being an asshole.”
“Ah, there’s the Zara I know so well.” Instantly, I turned it off.
“The neuroprocessor within will take you to the brink of orgasm, then retreat, never allowing you satisfaction.”
She glanced up at me, her cheeks flushed. “What’s the fun in that?”
“There is none. The female has her focus squarely on her pussy and not whatever wrongdoing she has been caught in. Those who see the medallion and chain know she has been… naughty.”
Her head swung left and right? “Who’s going to see?”
“Claimings are public. A woman’s arousal and pleasure are to be shared and shown off.”
“Share and show me off and not only will I say my safeword, but your balls will be lodged so far up in your throat, you’ll be choking on them.”
Instantly, I turned off the vibrations.
“No!” she cried.
That was not what I expected to hear.
“You wish the device to remain on?”
She launched herself at me, the medallion at the end of the chain smacking me in the leg. I grabbed her and held her in my arms as she kissed me. Fiercely, wildly. I kissed her back. Devoured her. Turning, I reached out and swiped my hand across the dining table, clearing it of everything from our meal. I leaned forward, resting Zara upon the hard surface. Our faces were inches apart, her breath fanning my cheek.
“It’s not yours to control, is it? That’s what you like.” I understood. The stimspheres provided a different kind of lesson for Zara, that her pleasure, the look on her face of pure bliss, was mine to give her. Her eyes were closed, her lips swollen and parted. Her cheeks were flushed. “I will not share you, gara. Not ever. Your orgasms, your cries of pleasure, your sighs. The look of you now spread out before me is just for me. No one else.”
She arched her back and set her feet on the edge of the table. So uninhibited, lost to the power of the stimspheres. “You’ll not come from this. They are programmed to never allow a female to climax.”
“Isaak,” she whimpered, clearly wanting just that.
Tugging on the chain, I plucked the spheres from her, one at a time. The wet sound of her arousal indicating how much satisfaction her body found in them.
“You’ll only come from my fingers, my mouth, my cock.”
I gave her the first, slipping two fingers inside her. Yes, she was dripping with her need. Dropping to my knees on the floor, I pushed her thighs wide, tugged her hips to the edge of the table and devoured her, as if I hadn’t just had a meal. She was my succor, my survival.
I was drowning in her. The silky feel of her. The heat. Her scent. Her flavor. It was all as wild as she was. I could have continued to taunt her, to flick the little pearl until she was ripping out my hair and begging, but I
