moment, Phaedra didn’t breathe. She’d never felt so full, so blissfully possessed. She was a tool of pleasure, a sex slave; this sort of thing should not have excited her. But she was beyond excited, and when Bron began to move, his mighty shaft working slowly as she adjusted to the stretch, the pleasure pulse in her core was unlike any sensation she’d ever experienced.
“You’re mine,” he growled.
“Yes, yes, yes, master…” Master? The word came automatically and rapturously from her mouth. And as he began to pound her, his huge cock driving in and out like a piston in her slick channel, one word played over and over in time to his thrusts: His, His, His, His, His.
She cried her release over and over, screamed her pleasure until her throat was hoarse and her pussy sore. When he came, the force of it drove her into the mattress. His seed was hot and copious as it bathed her womb and the walls of her pussy, spilling out from around his shaft to run down her legs. When he finally withdrew, she closed her legs, reveling in the tenderness of her pussy and cum-slick inner thighs. She was sore all over, but also tingly from the wanton pleasure.
Bron flopped down beside her, pulled her roughly to him. And she found herself holding her breath as his hand unexpectedly went to her hair, smoothing it in a gentle gesture.
“I wanted to kill him,” he said after a few long moments of silence, and Phaedra looked at him, puzzled. “I wanted to kill Primus when he touched you. And I was sickened to touch Dakara, especially when I saw the pain in your eyes.”
He grasped her face in his hands; the gaze that locked on hers was serious, intense. She could smell traces of her arousal on his breath.
“You are my pet, Phaedra, my slave. Hearing you freely call me master was more exciting than the sight of a hundred females spread out for my pleasure. But make no mistake: I know there is more to you than a body to be owned. I saw the strength in you out there; I saw in you a human female with will and spirit and intelligence. I will make Primus pay for humiliating you, for calling you a beast.”
Phaedra’s response surprised both of them. In a quick and graceful move, she pushed herself away, pushed Bron over onto his back and straddled him, her damp mound pressing into his lower belly as she leaned over, her nipples grazing his chest. Now she captured his face in her hands.
“You don’t have to,” she said. “You don’t have to harm him to reduce him any further. I knew the minute I met him he wasn’t worthy to walk in my master’s shadow. And yes, you are right; I was pained when you touched Dakara. Earth women bind themselves to one male in most cases. On my planet, I never found one.” She paused. “Perhaps it was because the universe was saving me for you.”
Phaedra lowered herself to his chest, her ear taking in the sound of his multiple heartbeats. It made sense that a Traoian male would have more than one heart; it would take more than one, she thought as he held her, to contain all the strength and courage of the man who’d finally won the small, single heart that beat behind her pleasure-sore breasts.
I’m happy , she thought. I’m a slave. And I’m happy .
She closed her eyes, then, praying she’d always feel that way.
Chapter Twelve
General Augustus Bron’s poll numbers increased dramatically after the televised assembly. As expected, in successive days, the news reports were dominated with images of Phaedra’s bored reaction to the senator’s touch, Dakara’s raptured visage at the brush of the general’s fingers and the extraordinary reaction of Bron’s pet when he ordered her to release.
But even more compelling had been the shots of Dakara’s grief and pain as her master had brutally punished her for what the media labeled his own failings. Public perception of the senator was irreparably damaged by the incident, with the side effect being just what Bron had wanted:
“You’re mine,” he growled.
“Yes, yes, yes, master…” Master? The word came automatically and rapturously from her mouth. And as he began to pound her, his huge cock driving in and out like a piston in her slick channel, one word played over and over in time to his thrusts: His, His, His, His, His.
She cried her release over and over, screamed her pleasure until her throat was hoarse and her pussy sore. When he came, the force of it drove her into the mattress. His seed was hot and copious as it bathed her womb and the walls of her pussy, spilling out from around his shaft to run down her legs. When he finally withdrew, she closed her legs, reveling in the tenderness of her pussy and cum-slick inner thighs. She was sore all over, but also tingly from the wanton pleasure.
Bron flopped down beside her, pulled her roughly to him. And she found herself holding her breath as his hand unexpectedly went to her hair, smoothing it in a gentle gesture.
“I wanted to kill him,” he said after a few long moments of silence, and Phaedra looked at him, puzzled. “I wanted to kill Primus when he touched you. And I was sickened to touch Dakara, especially when I saw the pain in your eyes.”
He grasped her face in his hands; the gaze that locked on hers was serious, intense. She could smell traces of her arousal on his breath.
“You are my pet, Phaedra, my slave. Hearing you freely call me master was more exciting than the sight of a hundred females spread out for my pleasure. But make no mistake: I know there is more to you than a body to be owned. I saw the strength in you out there; I saw in you a human female with will and spirit and intelligence. I will make Primus pay for humiliating you, for calling you a beast.”
Phaedra’s response surprised both of them. In a quick and graceful move, she pushed herself away, pushed Bron over onto his back and straddled him, her damp mound pressing into his lower belly as she leaned over, her nipples grazing his chest. Now she captured his face in her hands.
“You don’t have to,” she said. “You don’t have to harm him to reduce him any further. I knew the minute I met him he wasn’t worthy to walk in my master’s shadow. And yes, you are right; I was pained when you touched Dakara. Earth women bind themselves to one male in most cases. On my planet, I never found one.” She paused. “Perhaps it was because the universe was saving me for you.”
Phaedra lowered herself to his chest, her ear taking in the sound of his multiple heartbeats. It made sense that a Traoian male would have more than one heart; it would take more than one, she thought as he held her, to contain all the strength and courage of the man who’d finally won the small, single heart that beat behind her pleasure-sore breasts.
I’m happy , she thought. I’m a slave. And I’m happy .
She closed her eyes, then, praying she’d always feel that way.
Chapter Twelve
General Augustus Bron’s poll numbers increased dramatically after the televised assembly. As expected, in successive days, the news reports were dominated with images of Phaedra’s bored reaction to the senator’s touch, Dakara’s raptured visage at the brush of the general’s fingers and the extraordinary reaction of Bron’s pet when he ordered her to release.
But even more compelling had been the shots of Dakara’s grief and pain as her master had brutally punished her for what the media labeled his own failings. Public perception of the senator was irreparably damaged by the incident, with the side effect being just what Bron had wanted:
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