"Woman, the clothing. Remove it."
Her shudder at his growl was the response Trel sought. A little apprehension would provided emotional distance and protect her in ways he couldn't. It wasn't much of a plan. Pray the Goddesses it would be enough.
His gaze returned to the report-pad in his hand, maintaining the aloof attitude. Acutely nonhuman senses monitored her movements. He could have done it from the next room. This close to her, the slide of jeans down those curvy legs was just a very effective way to drive him insane. Resisting the glance up at her tiny indrawn breath as the bra dropped off her shoulders probably cost him ten years off his life. He could afford it. Protecting her meant she wouldn't be with him then.
His sensitive ears cataloged her progress but nothing was more evocative, more compelling than the fragrance of her excitement. His command to remove her clothing had triggered an immediate response in that delicate spice.
Her arousal perfuming his dwelling forced him to beat back the instinctive, possessive answer his nature clamored for. A cruelly limited range of expression was all he was afforded in this setting. Denial born of control could slice away a male's soul. A fact he'd been unaware of before meeting her.
She was bare and Trel let her stand before his desk for several minutes, pretending to ignore her. Luckily he could regulate sweat, that indication of his emotional involvement would have been ridiculously obvious.
Over twenty earth years separated them from the moment he'd known who she was to him. Every one of those years had been a test of his discipline. At times, Centurion honor was all that stood between her and the brutal revelation of his claim.
Brutal only described the choice he would not ask her to make, not what would have occurred had he been free to claim her as a Brintex should. Seducing his mate was supposed to be a sensuous, intoxicating journey into pleasure. One she could not resist.
Mated females enjoyed their Centurion's undivided attention. Mate-bond meant there would never be another female for the Centurion as a male's genetic code imprinted his female. Deeply passionate and immensely powerful, Centurions were by necessity possessive, attentive lovers.
How things normally were had nothing to do with them. Trel jerked his thoughts from the luxury of seducing his woman with the erotic courtship he would have given her. This reality was what they had. He would make it every bit as erotic as he could but he would not permit her the pain of falling in love with him.
Human females were hauntingly sexual like no other humanoids he'd ever encountered, but his mate, she was something more. It was her loyalty, her ability to love so deeply that had stopped him cold the first time he'd met her. That same quality was what commanded him now. He had witnessed her destroyed by love once before, that pain was something he would never allow her to endure again. Neither of them would survive it.
Letting her gaze at him added tension to the little female, a pleasing response as her scent ripened. His six foot, ten inch frame was seated but perhaps still daunting as she stood exposed. The heavy black mane streaming down his back and framing vaguely nonhuman features didn't seem to bother her. Her scent had never carried the cloying aroma of distain or any of the other offensive human responses to new races.
He'd been told Brintex appear a bit feline to earth's humans. Perhaps it was the tilted eyes and pounced cheek bones. Yet, humans could look to one of their own native races and see the Brintex stamp. Aztec descendents were mostly earth humanoids now, much smaller than a normal Brintex, but there was no doubt the Brintex Empire had visited the blue planet long ago.
Currently her delectable spice was flavored with sexual embarrassment. She was not used to this. Nothing in her human world could have prepared her for what he was about to require. As long as the emotional wall of her uncertain fear was maintained, her surrender would not be a gift she regretted. To that end Trel chuffed in apparent disgust and dropped the report-pad to his desk.
Looking up slowly he allowed heavy brows to draw down in a scowl. His eyes move up her thighs, remained on her freshly denuded surnim for a long moment and then up her temptingly soft belly to regard heavy breasts. A mature woman, she was soft and Trel had to give up on the superior snarl to keep from drooling like an idiot. She was suitably impressed with his command of the situation without it, he hoped.
Patience, he reminded himself. She was willingly presenting to his service. Apparently the entire known universe had suddenly come into fine point alignment to hand him this woman. He thanked previously unknown gods of chance and luck because no amount of logistics or lust could have mapped the events required to bring him this opportunity.
Trel stalked around the desk to stand before her. His intention was to intimidate with his height, his difference from her comparatively tiny form. Intimidation on every level was required to reinforce the emotional protection his female needed. Towering over her, he allowed himself to touch her, his hand barley grasped her chin to turn up her face. She looked at his mouth, not meeting his eyes.
"I will have you, Clair of earth. You are now property of a Brintex Centurion until such time as you are released. I will not harm you. Come," his hand moved to her elbow as he directed her to the piece of furniture behind her. Releasing her arm he motioned at the seat. "Sit."
He watched closely. No detail of her response could be missed, no nuance of reaction ignored. If for one moment his little mate did not enjoy her submission Trel had to know it. This was a huge gamble on so many levels. As a first sexual experience between them it was much like walking her into an inferno and hoping his burning body protected her long enough for her to reach the other side unscathed.
She stared at the preparation station with no small amount of apprehension flowering into her intoxicating scent. A little fear but no hint of terror, revulsion, or any other rejection.
She would have every damn thing he could find a way to give her and his control was one of the gifts she craved. His precious mate knew herself to be sexually submissive and Trel thanked the Goddesses for that small blessing. His hand swung back and landed on her bottom with a loud crack. He'd been careful to cup his hand so the sound was sharper than the sting. "Now," he commanded in a low growl.
Clair gasped and stumbled forward, turning awkwardly to scramble into the devise hung with thick, leather restraints. The narrow pad was not actually a seat when the devise was in proper alignment. It was a support that would shift to force her pelvis up.
She sat and leaned over to fumble with the straps, her breathing hitching a notch as she attempted to insert her slender foot in the stirrup and wrap the leather strap around her ankle.
Trel growled and bent, gently pushing her trembling hands away he swiftly pulled the strap around her ankle. Even that small task could not be left to another. He would insure the binding could not hurt her. Grasping the other foot he easily moved it to the stirrup and secured that strap. Straightening his hand landed on her midriff, slight pressure and she tilted back to standard station one.
Clair let out a startled squeak as her body shifted and she found herself on her back, sort of. A blunt pad, positioned at the top of her ass, thrust hips up. Her feet were secured to stirrups that had swung wide as the contraption moved. She ended with her legs bent and elevated so not only bare pussy but also her back entrance was clearly visible. Her hands were clutching the top of a short bench that supported her upper back and head. The huge Centurion stood between her legs and leisurely studied her most private flesh.
He was looking at her. It wasn't cold, but there was no codling in his regard. She'd known there wouldn't be but the reality of Trel taking her was nothing like she'd imagined it would be. She'd been imagining for a very long time, at every opportunity, and still, she'd under estimated how this would feel.
Breathing in sharp gasps, Clair sank into the flames of surrender. They licked across her inhibitions, a ravenous blaze that could easily consume her very soul. Oh mercy, he was just standing there examining her. The OBGYN table on steroids restrained and displayed her. Like the huge male regarding her, it removed all her choices, stripping away modesty in the most delicious, commanding way possible. It made her feel more than naked, more than displayed. It shouldn't have been a shock, but it was.
Trel pulled a remote from his pocket and raised the platform, bring her to a comfortable level to handle. He took his time examining the delicate female before him. The sight of her presenting was a memory he intended to savor slowly, soaking in every detail. Her sweet body was shaking with excitement as she worked her way through this explicit submission.
Lush was a good word for her. She was everything a fully mature warrior needed. Round thighs to spread for him, a plump surnim to pump his seed into and the welcome cushion of her generous back mounds. Those coupled with her compelling scent would have captivated him. That she was his mate forced a much more basic craving.
