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Cassie

He led me into a small room I had yet to enter. Maddox walked ahead, pointing out the sink and showing me how to summon both hot and cold water. I’d never seen such miracles before. Immediate hot water! I’d heard of the newly invented water heaters, but never seen one.

Next to the sink was what I assumed was their version of an outhouse for less delicate matters. Maddox tossed a piece of very thin, soft paper into the bowl and waved his hand over the top. In a near silent rush it disappeared beneath a swirl of bright blue water.

I felt like I was in a fairytale, a world filled with impossible creations and magic. Smiling at my whimsy, I looked up to find Maddox watching me with desire in his eyes.

He took my hand and pulled me toward a strange, oval depression in the floor. He waved his hand over a copper-colored spout and water poured from the end to fill a small tub. As the tub filled, Maddox came up behind me, reached around and began undoing the buttons at the top of my dress.

I placed my hands on top of his to still them.

“Nervous?” he murmured. His warm breath fanned my neck.

I nodded, the back of my head bumping his solid chest.

“Maybe this will help.”

He turned his hand over so I could see his palm, see his mark.

“Take my hand, Cassie.”

His voice was deep, yet gentle and I could not resist his tender command.

Placing our palms together, I felt the searing heat of my mark touching his, the exhilaration that coursed through my body, the decadent desire that swept over me. I felt his cock grow hard as it pressed into my lower back. My nipples tightened and I was no longer modest or the least bit nervous. I knew, deep down, that he was right for me, that this was right. He didn’t have to say anything to offer reassurance. I felt the connection between us.

There was nothing to be afraid of with Maddox. He’d seen me, albeit in our dreams—all of me. He’d knelt before me outside the chicken coop and put his mouth on me, easily coaxing me to orgasm. I didn’t have anything left to hide. And I wanted to feel his hard cock filling me up, and not just in a dream. I wanted the real thing, his taste on my lips, his hands on my breasts. Him. I wanted him.

“Remove your dress, Cassie. I want to look at you.”

I stepped out of his embrace, our hands separating, but the feeling of belonging to him lingered. Turning to face him, I looked up at him through my lashes as I undid the buttons down my dress. His gaze followed my movement, watching as my bare skin slowly appeared. His jaw clenched and I watched as his cock grew and pressed against his pants, almost tenting the fabric.

I did this to him. I’d aroused him, pushed him to this level of carnal desire. I felt it. Felt his need and that only inspired me to push him a touch farther. I felt powerful, desired, and the combination of those two was like a jolt of lightning through my system.

The dress loosened and I shrugged it from my shoulders, pulled my arms free so the coarse fabric fell to pool around my ankles. I remained in my corset and shift.

His tongue ran over his lower lip as he took in the upper swells of my breasts. With practiced ease, I undid the stays on my corset as I looked at him. I took my time studying his broad shoulders and tapered waist. I allowed my gaze to wander the hard ridges of his strength from the corded muscles of his neck, down the bulging biceps to big, strong hands I couldn’t wait to feel on my skin. His stomach rippled with muscle and I ached to reach out and trace the outline of each crest and shadow with my fingertips, perhaps my tongue.

With steady fingers, my confidence unbounded, I lifted the chemise over my head and let it fall to the floor. My long hair swung down my back as I stood before him, completely naked, and offered myself to him.

Maddox’s eyes flared and he groaned. I felt the vibration of it in my core. I was wet there, dripping even, as I felt my body’s invitation to him slide down my thighs.

Inhaling, his nose flared. Could he smell my desire?

“Into the tub, mate, before I take you here against the wall.”

He took a step toward me, but I was not afraid. Instead, I was eager. Too eager, for the idea of being fucked as I was pressed against a wall sounded… exhilarating. Carnal. The fact that Maddox was so close to losing control was even better.

“Which direction would I be facing?” I asked, climbing into the tub. I hissed as the water, so wonderfully hot and steamy, immediately eased the aches caused by riding all day. It softened my muscles and made me relax. I sank into the water up to my neck and allowed my eyelids to drift down.

His near growl almost made me laugh. I was playing with fire now, and I knew it.

“If—no, when—I fuck you against the wall, which would you prefer?”

I imagined him before me, my breasts crushed to his chest and our mouths fused as he fucked me with my back pressed to the hard wall. The idea was exciting, but then I imagined the alternative, my breasts pressed to the wall, my head thrown back on Maddox’s shoulder as he fucked me from behind, one of his hands on my ass and the other fisted in my hair, holding me still for his thrusting hips.

The thought made me shiver as he opened a small compartment near my head and lifted out a strange sponge-like item and what looked like melted soap. “I’m not sure. I think I want to try both.”

He reached for me and pulled me nearly out of the tub to kiss me and I feared I had at last pushed him too far. He didn’t entice or tease. The kiss was an erotic thrusting of his tongue and exploration of my mouth, and I knew he was imagining mimicking the movements with his hard cock in my body.

Maddox broke the kiss and settled me on my bare bottom in the tub. The warm water came to my waist and Maddox shoved my hand aside when I reached for the sponge to cleanse myself. “No. Let me. I’ve been wanting to explore you like this since our very first dream.”

Content to let him have his way, I leaned back and closed my eyes as he washed every inch of my body, from the tip of my smallest toe to the juncture between my legs and up to my breasts. The experience felt decadent, and very naughty, the smooth glide of the washing liquid almost like oil on my skin. He lowered my head into the water and massaged my hair and scalp, wiped the grime of travel from my face and kissed me over and over, long, slow languorous connections of his lips and mine.

When I was as clean as I could be, he helped me stand and wrapped me in a large, soft white cloth. The strange cloth seemed to be thirsty for the water on my skin and in my hair, for within just a minute or two I was nearly dry. If instant hot water, an indoor commode and a wonderful cloth to dry with were what I’d been missing on Earth, it would not be a difficult adjustment.

Wrapped in the odd towel, I put my hand on Maddox’s chest, and I knew he felt the heat of my mark against his flesh, despite the thin barrier provided by his shirt. I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. “What about you?”

He had dried blood staining his forehead and was as sweaty and dusty as I had been. Surely, he wanted to avail himself of the hot water.

“Are you going to wash me, Cassie?”

The idea of seeing him naked, running my hands over his body, had me immediately nodding. There was no hesitation from him, quickly stripping off all his clothes until he, too, was naked. I looked him over, every inch of him as he winked at me, then stepped into the tub, which seemed to have some sort of constantly running supply of water, like a stream. There wasn’t a bit of soap or dirt left in the water when Maddox lowered his impressive bulk into the tub.

Around me, the tub was large, more than big enough to feel comfortable. But Maddox’s shoulders pushed the edges on both sides and his long legs were bent to accommodate the tub’s length. The position left his legs slightly parted and I couldn’t stop my gaze wandering to the sight of his huge, erect cock.

I’d seen Charles naked, but he’d looked nothing like Maddox. Where Charles had been soft, his skin pale, Maddox was all hard, lean muscle. He had a smattering of dark hair on his chest that formed a triangle, tapering into a thin line at his navel and traveling down to a very large, very impressive cock. It was fully erect, curving upward toward his belly; his balls beneath hung heavy and full. If he was as desperate as I, he would be eager to empty himself inside me. My inner walls clenched at the idea. My body wanted to be marked by him, coated with his seed and rightfully claimed. The need to claim his seed was instinctual and for a moment I felt more animal than thinking woman. I saw and I wanted. There was space inside my head for nothing else.

Squatting down beside the tub, I reveled in bathing him, washing him and being able to touch every inch of smooth skin. He did not say a word, did not guide me or refuse me, allowing me to learn his body as I wanted. He was as much my mate as I was his.

“I am not sure how much longer I can wait, Cassie,” he whispered. I lifted my gaze from his body to meet his eyes. While they were so icy blue, I saw heat there. “I want you now. I want to carry you to my bed, throw you down and fuck you until you scream my name.”

“All right,” I replied. His words caused carnal images of us coupling to play in my mind and my breasts felt heavy, my skin too hot. I couldn’t breathe.

He stood then, abruptly and swiftly, water sluicing off his body. He stepped from the tub and grabbed the towel from me, leaving me naked and wanton as he dried himself with swift motions, all the while looking at me. Finished, he dropped the towel on the floor, bent at the waist and tossed me over his shoulder.

“Maddox!” I cried as my world flipped over and I had a wonderful view of his well-formed bottom. I put my hands on his waist for balance, although I knew he would never drop me. I felt cool air on my bare skin as he carried me through the ship.

He was not gentle as he dropped me onto a bed. I bounced once and hissed at the pain as the bruises caused by the long day’s ride took their toll.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking me over, the intensity of his gaze unsettling. I was surprised he’d noticed my slight discomfort. I did not intend to allow it to stop me from taking his hard length deep inside me.

“It’s nothing.”

His eyes narrowed and he placed his hands on his hips, towering over me. “Do not lie to me, mate. I warned you what would happen.”

“I’m… I’m sore from the ride.”

He grinned then, white teeth bright against the dark scruff of his new beard. He twirled his finger in a circle in front of me. “Over on your belly.”

With a look over my shoulder, I turned onto my stomach. Going to the wall, he pulled something from a hidden drawer. I recognized it immediately. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me onto his lap, my stomach across his thighs.

I squeaked a protest until he waved the ReGen wand over my bottom and upper thighs. I was amazed as my body felt first heat, then immediate relief. His palm followed the path of the wand, gently stroking, teasing, but I could feel the heat of his mark with every pass and it taunted me to move, to seek his touch even as the healing wand made me feel content to remain still.

Sighing, I relaxed my tense muscles and my legs fell open. Maddox sucked in a breath as he leaned over to lay the wand on the floor, his hand continuing to stroke over my skin.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers slipping between my thighs, touching me there. “So wet for me.”

I murmured my agreement as I wiggled my bottom, eager for more than just his fingertips brushing over my outer lips.

“So eager, too. First though, you need your punishment.”

Opening my eyes, I looked over my shoulder once again, saw his thick chest and shoulders, the intense look of pleasure on his face as he watched the actions of his hand between my thighs. His fingers probed my wet pussy, in and out in slow, unhurried movements that made me squirm.

With a sigh he stopped the intimate caress and laid his palm flat across my bottom. The other hand he placed on my lower back. “I warned you at the creek, Cassie. You’re mine now and you will not lie to me or disobey me when your life is in danger.”

“I didn’t—”

“You did. You tried to hide your pain from me. You lied when I asked you what was wrong.”

I didn’t understand the problem. “It’s not important. I’ve been saddle sore before. It will pass.”

He stared deeply into my eyes and spoke slowly, as if to emphasize his deeply held conviction on the subject. I felt like I was a child at school and he was the master. “Your pain is never unimportant. Not to me. You are the only thing that matters to me now, Cassie. I will take care of you. I will protect you. I will never leave you. But you must not lie to me. I warned you, and now it is time for you to learn there are consequences for your actions.”

“What are you—”

Smack!

“Maddox!” I yelled at him as his hand landed on my bare bottom yet again. I shoved at the bed with my arms but he was too big, too strong and I could not escape. Over and over, the sharp sting of his palm on my bottom became a steady heat that built and spread through my ass, my pussy, up to my breasts.

“You just used that wand to make me feel better and now you’re making it sore again!”

“Yes, you’re correct,” he replied. “But a spanking I will soothe not with the ReGen wand, but a good fucking instead.”

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

I closed my eyes as he continued, shocked to discover I ached for the next strike of his palm, the next sharp bite of pain to spread through my body. I’d been hurting all day, mentally exhausted by everything that had occurred. In that moment, all the world’s terrors faded away, replaced by a buzzing tingle in my skin, the heat of his thighs and rough touch of his coarse leg hair beneath my breasts. My tears fell but I did not experience the agony that fueled them; it was as if my heart cried independent of my head. I didn’t have to think, I simply had to feel.

Pain flowed through me and I embraced the break from logic and worry.

When he finished, he stroked my back and thighs, soothing me with his gentle touch until my tears dried. With the tears gone and my mind blank, there was nothing left of me but the heat of his hands, the wet heat between my thighs demanding to be filled. I was no longer a thinking being, but a basic creature who had no thought beyond touch, taste, sound.

Desire.

Hooking his hand about my waist, he lifted me before him, stood and turned to place me so that I faced away from him on my hands and knees. He tangled his fist in my hair and shoved my head down so that I rested on my forearms, my ass up in the air like an offering. The fingers teased my wet core and I sucked in a sharp breath.

“You like when I punish you.”

I shook my head, my hair shifting over the bed. “No.”

He gave me a gentle swat and my inner walls clenched down on his fingers. “Lying again,” he tsked, then softened his words. “Should I spank you some more? I know you'll like it.”

“Maddox. Please.”

He slipped his fingers free and I felt his cock at my eager entrance.

“The punishment is over,” he murmured. “As I said, I’m going to fuck you now and make it all better. Claim you. When we return to Everis, I will wrap your body in gold. Your neck, wrists and ankles will be adorned and I will use the metal to restrain you, Cassie. To hold you still as I fuck you over and over, as I fill you with my seed.”

The idea his words conjured made me moan. “Yes.”

“Put your hands above your head and hold them there. Do not move.”

I obeyed without thinking, desperate to please him, anything to convince him to thrust forward with his hips and fill me with his huge cock, make me his forever.

“First, your pussy must be prepared.”

As he cupped my pussy with his hand, I groaned. “I’m ready.”

He smiled then, shook his head. “Not yet.”