Mastered_A Dark Sci-Fi Reverse Harem Romance Read online

  He started off gentle, letting me get my bearings and explore him at my own pace. His velvety softness slid in and out of my mouth, and I could taste his masculine spice; it tasted a lot like blackberries and cherries. My tongue slid up and down his shaft and around the head of his cock, lapping at the pre-cum dribbling out of the top.

  He was like a decadent dessert I couldn’t get enough of.

  I wanted more.

  I worked my mouth around the tip and began to suckle him, working up and down his member and taking him deeper and deeper into my throat.

  I opened for him.

  He let me control him for a little while, teasing and edging him all the while as I felt my own arousal begin to build. My wetness dripped down my folds. When I grew comfortable and a bit bolder than I intended, Aarom gripped the hair at the back of my scalp roughly, pulling it hard enough to remind me that I wasn’t in charge.

  He pumped into my throat, harder and deeper than I was prepared for. My throat opened for him as I whimpered, forced to take his cock as he wished. I struggled to breathe around his shaft, catching a breath every time he pulled out.

  Then, he pushed in all the way, cutting off my air supply for a moment and I began to panic before he moved back and allowed me to suckle in some air. This continued, and I began to get the message loud and clear.

  He was my master. I was their human.

  I wanted to accept it, but still, I was defiant. I was a Stryke. It was our way. We were fighters. But we were also adaptive.

  What if I submitted, for now, at least until I found my opening, found a way to sneak away and escape to the Resistance?

  I’d have grinned in victory if I didn’t have a huge alien dick in my mouth.

  I’d submit. For now.

  I held onto Aarom’s thighs and closed my eyes, opening my throat for him and suckling his cock like a good human should. My tongue lapped at him, twirling around his shaft with fervor, until I felt him begin to tremble beneath me.

  I felt his dick twitch on my tongue and I knew he was close.

  I redoubled my efforts.

  Within minutes, he was shaking harder and he slammed deep into my throat. His seed spurted down my throat and I did my best to swallow it all, its sweet fruity deliciousness.

  I squirmed, feeling my own body react to giving him pleasure.

  He pulled back with a small grin and I made sure to clean him off. He groaned happily at my dutifulness.

  “Such a good little human,” he whispered, before he offered me a hand and helped me off the floor.

  I couldn’t help but blush in response.

  He reached forward and brushed my hair from my face.

  “The more you surrender, the easier it’ll be,” he said quietly.

  Davon came up behind me and placed his hands around my waist. He kissed my shoulder softly and goosebumps rose all over my skin. He took my hand in his then.

  “Come. Morgn is ready for you now,” he whispered.

  “I don’t know if I’m ready for him,” I thought.

  Aarom lifted his head and met my eyes. I hadn’t said that out loud, had I?

  “Very few women are actually ready for Morgn. Breaking a woman is something he truly enjoys and looks forward to,” Aarom replied, but his lips never moved.

  “Obey. And you’ll make it through,” Davon added.

  “I’m scared,” I admitted.

  “You should be,” Aarom and Davon both replied.

  I shuddered. The two of them led me out of the bathroom then and back into the bedroom. Morgn was already there waiting.

  I bit my lip. Hanging from the ceiling was the Vakarran rope and on the bed were a few things I didn’t quite recognize. One of them looked like a giant fishing hook with a round, ball-shaped end. Some bullet-shaped objects were also there as well as a couple additional bundles of rope.

  I began to feel increasingly nervous.

  What the hell did Morgn have planned?

  “The two of you may report to Ryder now. You may leave. Alaina, please take a seat on the bed and wait for me there,” he demanded.

  I hesitated, and he leveled me with a single dark look.

  I scampered off and climbed onto the bed.

  I watched as Davon and Aarom left me. They didn’t utter another word through our strange telepathic link. They left me all alone with Morgn. I shivered and hugged my knees into my chest. I felt a little abandoned and entirely vulnerable in that moment.

  He turned toward me then. His copper-colored eyes were dark, the black outline around his irises thicker than ever. His skin flickered from a dark purple velvet to a shade bordering on black. To say it was intimidating was an understatement.

  “For the rest of the night, you are mine. You are to refer to me as Master from here on out. You are not to hesitate for a single moment once I give you an order, else you’ll be punished. Understand?” he warned. His eyes didn’t leave mine for a single second.

  My mouth turned as dry as cotton.

  He was waiting for me to respond.

  I opened my lips and for a long moment, nothing came out. My tongue felt desiccated, it wouldn’t move, and words wouldn’t come to mind. I felt blank and a nervous bubble began to simmer deep in my belly.

  Desire began to smolder too. I bit my lip.

  “What do you have to say to me?” he asked, his voice increasingly threatening.

  I remembered then. I knew what he wanted. I knew what I had to say in order to survive.

  “Yes, Master,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

  Morgn stared at me, his expression calm yet utterly dangerous. He walked to me and cupped my face in his palm. He patted my cheek and I flinched just a hair. He grinned with pleasure at my obvious nerves. I expected him to slap me then.

  But he didn’t. He dropped his hand and my stomach took a nosedive toward the floor. He took off his shirt and I couldn’t help but admire the hard ridges of his chest and back. I pressed my thighs together, feeling myself already becoming wet.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” he demanded.

  I hesitated. Should I obey? Should I not?

  His eyes flashed to mine and he must have seen my indecision written all over my face. His arm swung around, yet his face remained calm. His fingernails scraped over my scalp as he gripped the hair at the base of my neck. I whimpered as pain exploded over me. My eyes rolled back in my head and that same pain molded into something more. Pleasure. My pussy clenched with it. He angled my head toward him and his lips descended to mine.

  Hard. Dominating. And utterly consuming.

  He took ownership of me with that kiss and my body reacted violently to it. He wasn’t gentle, not in the slightest. He used me and hurt me, but I liked it.

  Somewhere, something deep inside me switched.

  I was his. And he was mine. For tonight, anyway.

  He pushed me down on the bed, using his knee to spread my thighs and I groaned softly. He still held my hair in his fist, his lips still locked with mine and I shook with want. His other hand snaked between my legs and gripped me there, hard. I whimpered. He pulled back and stared at me with his dark eyes, interrogating me with those black irises.

  “The others don’t understand you like I do. Ryder cares for you, but knows he has to control you. Aarom and Davon, you have wrapped around your little finger with your pretty eyes and soft little smiles. But not me. I get you. I know you need to be punished, like the bad little girl you are,” he growled.

  My pussy clenched hard.

  His fingers swirled in my juices, twirling around the wet folds of my cunt with embarrassing ease. I was slick, ready for him and he knew it.

  His grip on my hair tightened as he wrenched my head back and slapped my pussy. I screamed as he smacked it, over and over, punishing my aroused flesh.

  I squirmed, trying to avoid his punishing hand, but his massive size held me in place.

  “I’m going to punish you hard, naughty girl,” he warned, and I shivered.


  My pussy stung and I whined, and for a short moment, he stopped to stroke my clit. My back arched cleanly off the bed in pleasure.

  “Fuck,” I whispered.

  He slapped my pussy again.

  And then climbed off of me, letting go of my hair completely. I frowned, as he pulled back, suddenly missing his touch on my aching cunt.

  “On your hands and knees. Now. Unless you want my belt whipping that disobedient ass of yours for your insolence,” he growled.

  I rushed to obey, my pussy throbbing, my wetness running down my inner thighs. I was a wet, aroused mess. I watched as he picked up the large fishhook-looking item. Once again, he reached between my legs, gathering my juices and smearing them backwards, up the cleft of my ass and toward the tight rim of my channel.

  I gulped. He swirled his fingers around the ball of the steel hook, slowly, with purpose and a deliberate shameful promise. My thighs quaked, and my fingers fisted into the quilt beneath me.

  He pushed the wet steel against my asshole and I froze. He couldn’t mean to, could he?

  He tapped my pussy gently and chuckled.

  “Only good girls get fucked here. Bad girls have their naughty little assholes punished instead,” he said, and I cried out as he pushed the hook into me.

  It stretched me wider than ever, more so than the plug I had worn before. It was painful, pleasurable, and so wrong. But I was enjoying myself anyway. I should be ashamed of myself.

  When the end of the hook popped into my asshole, I breathed a sigh of relief. The coolness of the metal was alarming at first, but as it warmed to the temperature of my body, I was able to focus on how good it felt. I closed my eyes and opened them again as he rummaged around on the bed. I saw him pick up more rope and yelped quickly as he gripped the end of the hook. He threaded the rope through the end of the hook and began snaking it over my shoulders, around my breasts, and through my legs. As he wound the rope between my legs, he pressed a small bullet against my clit. The rope held it in place.

  By the time he was finished, I could scarcely move. When I did, the rope would move and rub against my cunt, pulling the anal hook deeper into me with every adjustment I made. It was difficult staying still.

  Then I heard something click and I froze.

  Vibrations exploded between my legs. My body twisted, turned, and arched in order to try to escape, forcing the hook in my ass to move in and out of me. All at once, all these sensations exploded over me and I moaned low.

  He leaned down as he stood in front of me, keeping hold of my gaze as he turned the bullet on and off, the vibrations not lasting long enough or strong enough to tip me over into orgasm. He knew this. Reveled in it.

  My body moved of its own accord. I couldn’t control it. The hook pushed in and out of my asshole, fucking me just like I imagined he would. Stuck on my hands and knees, bound and tied, I had no chance of escape.

  I was helpless to his torture.

  He rose and grabbed one last thing off the bed.

  I heard it rush through the air before it smacked against my right upper thigh. I squealed, my hips rolled, and the hook took me deeper than ever. Trying to look back, I couldn’t see anything at first, but then he came around and tapped a black leather crop on the bed. He circled me, and the vibrations grew stronger.

  The crop slapped against my left thigh next.

  The vibrator turned to a steady, low hum.

  Soon, I was lost in his mastery of my body. Every time the bullet would turn on, I’d be spanked with the crop. I began to look forward to it, plead for it, and then his palm slapped my ass hard. He gripped me about the waist with one and the vibrations grew stronger.

  His hand spanked me hard and I tried to fight him, only I knew I couldn’t. I really just wanted the hook to fuck me more. I needed to come.

  He painted my ass red and pleasure pain raced through my body like never before. I could feel my wetness growing, the rope moist against my flesh. My skin felt ablaze with desire and I struggled, the pain and ecstasy at constant war with each other.

  Morgn was relentless. He spanked my ass hard, leaving no spot untouched, from the crests of my cheeks down my thighs.

  “Bad girl. Look at how wet you are. You like to be punished, don’t you,” he said.

  “No,” I replied, not willing to accept how much I was enjoying his depravity.

  The vibrations grew even stronger.

  I couldn’t fight it much longer. I needed to come.

  “Please,” I begged, my hips rocking back and forth, the hook fucking my ass.

  “Please what?”

  “Please, Master,” I pleaded, no longer aware of anything but the pleasure coursing through me.

  His grip around my hips snaked downward, pressing the bullet more firmly against my throbbing clit.

  “You’re going to come, once, twice, again and again until you beg me to stop, and then I’ll untie you, and fuck your tight little ass with my cock, just to make sure you learn your lesson about who owns you,” he explained, and I shook with need.

  He wouldn’t dare, would he?

  I knew better than that. He would, and it was going to hurt.

  One hand pressed the vibrator against my clit while the other took hold of the hook, fucking me more roughly with it than ever. It was all too much.

  Pleasure raced down my spine and my world shattered into a million bright little stars. Every muscle in my body tensed hard. I moaned. I screamed. I writhed in his arms as he mastered me, the hook in my ass taking me deeper, the bullet cupping my clit, his touch driving me wild. He forced me to come, once and then twice and I took it all.

  My skin buzzed with ecstasy and at once, my senses were on overdrive. I couldn’t stop the pleasure from consuming me and at that moment, I didn’t care. He demanded my obedience and I gave it. I gave him everything.

  I came again.

  I could feel myself spiraling out of control. My body was exhausted, but still, he forced me to take pleasure because that was what he wanted.

  Hypersensitive, I tried to squirm away from him, but that only resulted in the rope rubbing against my cunt and the anal hook fucking me even more. My nipples tightened into hard little peaks and I whimpered as I felt another orgasm welling up within me once again.

  “Fuck, I can’t take any more,” I begged.

  “You’ll take it because I demand it,” he answered without mercy.

  I shivered at his words.

  My body responded again to his torment and I whimpered as passion rocked my system. Overwhelming and vulnerable, I came again, despite trying to fight it.

  I had no control.

  He’d taken it all.

  My eyes rolled back as a tremor of ecstasy quaked through me once again. The vibrations came and went, driving me upward again and again.

  I should have been more afraid of Morgn. He was calm, calculating, and the most devious of them all.

  As I shook with pleasure, it began to overwhelm me.

  As the next orgasm ripped through me, I sobbed quietly. Tears prickled at the edges of my eyes and I shut them, trying to force them away.

  I felt something break within me and the first tear rolled down my cheek.

  Morgn released me then and quickly cut the rope away, releasing me from the bullet and his torture. He slid the hook out of my ass quickly, stretching me enough so that I yelped, but thankfully it was over quickly. He helped me to relax in a kneeling position, lifting my body and wiping my tears away.

  He allowed me to lean against him them, petting the top of my head with his hand as I cried. My whole body throbbed, and it was difficult to calm myself of the myriad emotions pulsating through me.

  Pleasure. Anger. Reluctance. Happiness. Sadness. Confusion.

  Everything.

  I felt punished, like I was finally understanding the fact that these men owned me.

  He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.

  The part inside me that had broken seemed
to melt then.

  I didn’t know what to do. I had an out. There was a human faction out there, waiting to rescue me and take me away from my alien captors. But was that what I really wanted? Sure, I was ashamed of my behavior, how I’d reacted like a wanton slut to their dark debauchery.

  Instead, I curled into Morgn’s chest.

  I allowed him to comfort me. The more I focused on his soft touch, petting my hair, massaging my skin, the more the chaos inside my head faded away.

  After what seemed like forever, my tears had dried and he lifted my chin with his finger. He studied me, and I looked back blankly, waiting for what he would do to me next.

  “Are you ready?” he asked gently.

  I remembered then. He had said he was going to fuck my ass.

  I nodded. I knew I had no choice.

  He helped me back on my hands and knees. He touched my aching skin and his thumb slid over my bottom hole. I shivered.

  I was about to get my ass fucked for the very first time.

  He pressed down on my back and situated himself behind me. I heard him unzip his pants, and then he slathered something cool and wet all over my asshole.

  The heat of his cock pushed against me and I tried not to fight. I whimpered as he stretched me, burning pain and reluctant pleasure rising within me once again. His girth was big enough, but once inside me, I felt his cock grow even larger.

  Punishing me. Reminding me that I was his.

  He used me hard, roughly and I closed my eyes. All I could do was feel his steel shaft spearing into my body. The wet sounds of fucking echoed in my ears and I moaned, both with pleasure and shame.

  His hips slammed into mine and he grabbed onto them, his fingers digging into my skin as he took me. My clit throbbed, my pussy clenched around nothing and I whined. Even though my body couldn’t handle any more pleasure, I wanted it and I wanted it bad.

  “Please, have mercy,” I begged.

  He fucked my ass even harder.

  “Please,” I pleaded.

  His hand reached around, cupping my pussy in his palm.

  He smacked it hard, circling my clit as my world shattered once again. I heard him groan behind me and his hot cum spurted deep in my ass. I moaned, my throat scratchy and hoarse, and squeezed the quilt beneath me.