Never Submit! The Swarii Brides, Book One (11 page)

She looked around. They were in a bedroom. She suddenly felt a stinging paralysis in her legs. Heat rose to her cheeks as she decided the best place to look was Graham’s boots.

She halfway expected him to act out what they had done in the prison; where he would tear her shirt into two pieces and start moving his lips down her neck.

Instead, he spun her around and bent her over his arm, which he had wrapped around her waist. Her toes were suddenly barely touching the ground as he, very sharply and very deliberately, delivered five smacks to the back of her pants.

She shrieked in surprise, and then in the startling pain caused by him affronting such a tender area. She was going to yelp, ‘why?’, but he began carrying out a very seething lecture unprompted.

“If you EVER talk to me like that in front of my crew again, I will take the hide off of you, do you understand me? And then I swear to GOD I will wash your mouth out with soap until that’s all you taste for a
week
. Did you think I don’t understand what you were saying? That your language is far too intricate to pick up subtle
nuances
?” He was spanking her harder at the end of the speech than at the beginning, as if he had only made himself angrier.

“I was
helping
, though!” she gasped. “And you were being a… not nice person!” she caught herself before she said, ‘asshole’. She thought she could get away with cursing, but apparently not.

He stopped spanking her and wheeled her around to face him before she could sufficiently rub her affronted cheeks through the miserable excuse for fabric that were her pants. “I’m
not
a nice person,” he informed her. “Not when I’m working, not when I’m trying to get us out of gun-range, and not when I’m dying with ‘the sickness’. I’m just trying to keep
sane
. If you know what’s good for you, you will learn to at least not embarrass me further and speak to me
respectfully
. Do you know what respectful means? Or do I need to write out the definition on your bottom for you?”

“I didn’t ask for this, you know,” she reminded curtly. “I didn’t ask to have anything to do with you. I didn’t even ask you to rescue me from Jazeel. I was prima! I was doing
fine
.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s what it looked like,” he doubted sarcastically, pulling off his black shirt, exposing his well-chiseled, though beat-up frame. He had deep blue, purple, and green bruises everywhere, scratches were also everywhere. “REAL fine. I bet you loved getting your tits squeezed in public and then beaten for anything.”

“What’s the difference between there and here?” she countered, putting her hands on her hips.

That question seemed to enrage him. “Because you’re my universe! I would never allow anything bad to happen to you no matter how angry I became with you! You’re my soul mate; without you, I’d go wallow about the universe, lonely and miserable my entire life. But to Jazeel, you’re on level with a favorite goldfish. If he found you floating dead at the top of a bowl, he wouldn’t think twice about throwing you out and replacing you. No tears, no remorse, no nothing. You’re an animal to him; even as a
prima
.”

She didn’t respond to his fiery monologue, just turned her head away from him as he continued to undress, clumsily ripping the boots off of his feet and then unbuckling and pulling off his pants.

She simply didn’t believe him. She couldn’t believe that any scientific anomaly would ever make anyone feel that way. She didn’t even feel that way, as far as she could tell. She wanted
sex
; but more like a respite than for emotional connection. He had to be
wrong
.

“Do you need help undressing?” he asked, cutting impatiently through the silence.

“No.” She lifted her head and faced him, hoping her frustration with him was obvious. “I just… HOLY!” She jumped away from him, realizing that he was already completely naked and that his… manhood… was staring right at her at full size and full height, rigid and stiff.

She closed her hands over her eyes, shocked. She just realized that she had never seen a real-live version of a man’s penis. She hadn’t even seen one on television or in the movies more than a glimpse-worth. So this monstrous thing in front of her, that she was surely supposed to take into her body, was quite a surprise.

She didn’t know exactly how long or wide it was, mostly because her mind blanked out when she saw it. Her brain simply shot her the message: TOO BIG. It was rare that a
porn star
would be so well-armed.

She was hoping the thing would just disappear when she took her hands away from her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he sounded exasperated.

“This ain’t happenin’,” she said flatly, trying to feel her way to the door with her eyes shut tight. “I’m sorry, but… This isn’t even possible, I don’t think, so… Have fun…
Without me
...”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he sighed, making sure he was standing in the way of her exit. “Of course it’s possible.”

“Even if it’s possible, I don’t think it’s worth it.” She gasped when, reaching blindly out, she ran into his naked, slightly hairy stomach.

After she gasped, he simply grunted and picked her up, letting her writhe uncomfortably in his arms. “I don’t want this!” she told him. “Really—when we came close earlier today—or yesterday, whenever it was—I obviously didn’t know what I was heading for!”

“The union would have never happened if it was dangerous for you to mate with me,” he assured confidently, carefully laying her on the bed then he carefully tried to pry her hands from her eyes. “Only people that are completely compatible ever…”

“I don’t buy it!”

He sighed and said calmly, leaning over her, “Can you not be so deliberately horrible about this? I mean, I’ve looked forward to this moment my entire life; I’ll go slowly. I won’t hurt you. Can’t you just relax and enjoy this?”

“I looked forward to this, too, but like—with a guy I knew and had dated for awhile, and who had a REALLY nice, shiny red car, and who wouldn’t be scared off by my Dad’s shotgun… And, you know… One who wasn’t hung quite like a moose.”

“What’s a moose?” he feared he had to ask.

“An animal with a gigantic… you know...”

His face twisted with confusion for a second and then, the reason for her sudden extreme hesitation finally settled into his mind, and he laughed. “You think it’s larger than usual, then?” He waggled his eyebrows playfully, but continued to laugh.

“Stop teasing me,” she pouted. “It’s
horrifying
.”

She was adorable and innocent, he decided, even though she was extremely immature. Still, he guessed he was mature enough for the both of them. He grinned and put his mouth on hers. It was just as delicious as before, if not more so. It felt like every nerve in his body was reeling.

He began to fish his hand down to start unbuttoning her pants. She looked down to see how he was doing, and as soon as her neck twitched, he tilted her head back up at him. “Just don’t look down.” He grinned mischievously.

He kissed her again, longer and harder as he accomplished his goal and slid her pants down. He continued to undress her, her shirt, her bra… everything. Despite how ‘horrifying’ he was going to be, he could easily detect the pure desire within her, and not just by the firming of her nipples, but in her eyes, and her breathing.

“I’ll make up for not having the car—whatever the hell that is,” he added as he climbed onto the bed next to her, rotating his calloused fingers around a swollen nipple.

It didn’t take him playing with her for very long before she was pressing her face into his chest. Slowly, delicately, she ventured her lips out and started to kiss his chest. She licked her lips. He
tasted
good.

And his fingers were absolutely magical as one traveled slowly down past her belly button and started to massage her inner thighs. She wanted so much more; she was panting for his touch. But he was playing with her.

He slowly put a finger into her damp, tender orifice. She gasped in response. “Hm, you
are
tight…” He let her writhe against his hand, dipping his finger into her over and over again.

Suddenly, a look of concern came over her face and her muscles locked tightly on him. His eyes began to twinkle with delight, as hers gleamed with both confusion and embarrassment as she moaned, loudly, uncontrolled and unexpecting of how it was going to feel. She had played with herself for relief in the past, but it was
nothing
like this.  “Oh, you are going to be so tired by the time we’re done,” he teased with his lusty, velvety voice in her ear. “Especially for someone who claims not to have the sickness. We never had the union? Is that what you were trying to say earlier?”

“Be
gentle
with me,” she whined, biting her lip as he continued on, picking up the pace with excitement.

And he was—oh, so gentle. So slow, so patient, and never failing to keep her relaxed as she settled upon orgasm after orgasm. By the time he put the mushroom head of his member against her opening, she was already exhausted, yet actually begging for it.

It hurt—oh, Lord! Did it hurt—but at the same time, her body ached for it. She had never felt so fulfilled as it slid inch by inch inside of her.

His expression was delightful—he felt so relieved—like he had been suffering great pain that only now was getting alleviated.

It was nothing she’d seen on any video—this was love making, not sex. This was like the melding together of two bodies, until finally Graham made a noise—a loud groan, just as he spilt his seed into her. At the same moment, as if it had spurred a chemical reaction, she cried out, her whole body clenching down on his member…

And suddenly the world came together again.

She didn’t know what had happened—it was like the warm veil that had been irritating her all day—which seemed like years, now— was suddenly lifted. Her fever was lifting quickly, leaving the chill of the room on her skin. She was Ellie again; she was back to normal; back in
control
.

Until he brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her ever so gently. “You’re mine,” he told her. It wasn’t said with glee, or with possessiveness. It was fact.

It suddenly felt like her brain was being combed by his words. The words were so simple, but for some reason she could find her brain revolving around it; shooting out signals to her nerves, everything in her brain wanted to shout out:

I
AM
yours!

But she clenched her teeth, and held back the words she so wanted to say. She pressed her head into his chest, her eyes quickly misting over as she tried to gather her thoughts, wondering why she was so ashamed by them.

Her mind fought a quick battle, almost as if it was letting degenerate thoughts back into the party, thoughts that had been bounced out, but hung stubbornly around the door. And those thoughts surged one thing to her brainstem: she wasn’t Eleanor
Masterson
—she was Ellie
Jonas
. She had been a slave for the last year, but she had never stopped being her own person in all that time. She wasn’t
anyone’s
but her own.

Then why did she feel this way? What was
wrong
with her?

“Eleanor? Are you alright?” Graham picked her up and leaned further back on his knees, his arms slung tightly around Ellie as he felt her body tremble and then sniffle sadly.

* * *

Ellie would not be held, would not be talked to. She looked and acted like someone who had been molested or betrayed. Graham was finally seeing things normally now—he wasn’t thinking so much with his cock—and he still couldn’t figure out what the hell was wrong with her. Frustrated, he hung his clothes up in the ‘freshener’ and then stepped into the shower.

By the time he came out again, Ellie was sleeping.
And
still sniffling. It was maddening, to say the least.

He changed into his freshly-cleaned clothes and left the room. He felt fantastic—better than he remembered feeling in years, and just yesterday he had been kicked, stomped on, and tasered by over a dozen Frian guards and soldiers.

When he walked into the control room, he was instantly surprised by seeing that Thorton was comically chatting to Peyton, as if he was a long-lost buddy. He stopped mid-laugh when he saw Graham out of the corner of his eye. “You feeling better, Boss? How was it?” He had a mischievous smile on his face.

Graham shrugged uncommitted. “Oh, it was great… Until she started
crying
and all that.”

“Ha!
Nice
.” Thorton continued to grin until Graham’s serious expression made him erase it.  “Maybe it’s what humans
do
,” Thorton shrugged. “I wouldn’t take it personally.”

“It’s not what humans do,” Peyton argued, but he didn’t look too concerned, either. He merely looked aloof. “Trust me.”

Graham stared at the gigantic human, hopefully he’d care to expand into a theory, but it began to look like he wasn’t going to. Peyton merely pretended Graham wasn’t there, as childish as Graham thought that was.

“Look, I’m sorry to be so confrontational before. I wasn’t in my right mind,” Graham apologized, extremely hesitantly. He had a feeling a week aboard the ship was going to go very slowly, indeed, if half of the ship hated his guts.

Peyton’s eyes suddenly rolled over him, seeming surprised by the apology. “Thorton explained the whole union thing in a little more detail, and
I
wasn’t much less aggressive. I’m just used to cock-blocking, particularly for Ellie. Now, I barely believe all that union crap, but… But, as my wife pointed out, Ellie was acting weird. Maybe there’s something to it.”

“See—why is the union so unbelievable?” Graham asked, looking like he really wanted to know as he sat into the commander’s chair and spun it towards Thorton. “I’ve been arguing with Eleanor for ages about it. What do they do on
Earth
?”

“Lots of things. There’re thousands of cultures on earth, and they all do somethin’ different when it comes to marriage and sex and datin’,” explained Peyton. “I don’t think Ellie’s thought much about it. She’s never had a boyfriend in her life. She probably had the idea that she would eventually marry a guy who didn’t mind her working on cars all day. If she ever thought two seconds about marriage, then my guess is she was expecting some sort of glorified roommate. One that would cook and clean for her, and let her have control of the relationship and their lives. She’s not quite the traditional female…”