into the bedroom, still keeping the strip of cloth around her wrists. He tugged her forward and tied the end of the cloth around a bedpost.
Peering over her shoulder, she watched as he gripped the back of her dress. The sound of ripping fabric once again filled the room. This time he tore her dress to shreds, and judging by the excitement flaring in his eyes, he was enjoying himself.
“Prisoners aren’t allowed to wear clothing,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips.
By ripping her dress off, he had bared her completely. She hadn’t bothered trying to piece her undergarments back together this morning, so she hadn’t been wearing anything underneath her dress. He bent down to remove her shoes and tossed them on the other side of the bed.
He came behind her, pressing his nakedness against her. His erect cock pressed between her ass cheeks, and he pushed his hardness against her and took a fistful of her hair, forcing her head back.
Though he was being rough, he wasn’t hurting her. She felt safe with him and trusted him not to harm her in any way. He had already made it abundantly clear that Zaxxumian males treasured their females, and by risking his life to save hers, she knew he cared for her, in his own alien way. Had the catlike beast tried to fight him, Tara had no doubt Sev would’ve given his life to protect her.
Would any man in her town back on Earth have risked his life for hers? She seriously doubted it. She felt blessed to have been delivered to this strange planet, blessed to belong to a man as honorable as Sev.
He gave another tug to her hair and put his mouth to her ear. “Who do you belong to, Tara? Tell me.”
She gasped. “You! I belong to you, Sev!”
Another tug. His breath tickled her neck. “And whose markings do you bear on your arms?”
“Yours! I bear your markings, Sev.”
He released her hair and reached between her legs. She moaned and arched into his hand. Heat seared her face, because she knew he’d found her dripping wet. She had practically come undone downstairs as he bound her wrists together. Each time he’d given her a stern look on the way up the steps, quakes of pleasure had assaulted her, heating her blood and quickening her pulse. She ached for him to take her, to claim her as he had last night, except not as gently. She wanted him rough, wanted to experience his fierce, animalistic side.
“I am going to take you just like this,” he said, replacing his fingers with his cock. “I am going to take you from behind, little human, and pound into you long and hard, until you cry out your pleasure and come for me again and again.” He chuckled. “Perhaps I’ll leave you tied up all day, naked and waiting for me to put my cock in you.”
The aching in her center intensified and her breasts felt heavy as he pulled her hips out, forcing her to bend over slightly. Her nipples tingled and burned, wanting to be touched. She cried out when he shoved his hugeness inside her, filling her up with his hard cock in one deep plunge. Without pausing, he pumped in and out of her, holding her hips in place while he claimed her from behind.
Her first orgasm crashed over her, and she moaned and tried to undulate against him, but with her hands bound and her feet planted on the floor, she couldn’t move more than an inch. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air. True to his word, he pounded her long and hard, taking her for a much longer time than he had last night. A second and third release took her to the heights of pleasure, and as her fourth orgasm approached, she felt his cock swelling and convulsing within her. He groaned, and seconds later, the warmth of his seed filled her insides.
He immediately unbound her wrists and rubbed them, then carried her into the bathing area. He started the water running in a large tub, adding liquid soap that whirled into tiny, sparkling bubbles as the water rose.
She giggled and rested her head against his chest. “I
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