They were led into a beautiful chamber and given a large dinner that they were allowed to enjoy in peace. For the first time that day they had been left alone, and Teri glanced somewhat nervously at her quiet companion. No, he was her mate now, even how strange that felt. He looked as if he was thinking on something. She still hated the sight of him.
How could she ever have been so stupid as to let him fuck her so many times in the last couple of days? And not once had he concerned himself with giving her release. Never mind the traditions he so stupidly followed. Who cared about tradition when it came to something as private as fucking? And who would have known if he had bothered to give her an orgasm or two? Stupid, arrogant man who always followed the rules. Even in mating her he had followed their silly laws.
'Chosen by the stars', my ass. What did the stars know about which suited which, and the stars had to be interpreted somehow. The interpreter must be a raving lunatic, she concluded. No, she would find a way to escape this madhouse, but first she needed to build her stamina. It was time to feed that appetite that had been building ever since the ceremony. There would be plenty of time to fool some stupid male jerks later on.
Her mouth was watering with the sight of all the tempting food and she attacked the nearest plate, starting to gulf down vegetables and fruits formerly unknown to her. Still, the taste was irreproachable. The cooks must be great around this place.
"At least you have a healthy appetite about something," Connor commented as she attacked the next plate.
"This taste really good," she nodded. "What is it?" She had decided to play nice for a time. No need to alert the creep just yet. He started to tell her about the fruits and where they all came from, eating leisurely at the same time.
"Oh, by the way, congratulation on your promotion, Gov," she said after having eaten her fill, and leaning back to gulp down something that tasted a lot like wine. Even the colour matched. But the taste was much sweeter.
"Thanks," he said. "I should know you would like a Governor better than an ordinary Captain," he continued glumly.
"Yes, a lot more power, and not so much time to dog me around," she answered in the same tone.
"Oh don't worry," he said, leaning a bit forward and looking at her as if he meant to eat her or just intimidate her. "I will have plenty of time to teach my mate how to behave around guests, and how to give me proper respect. I have not forgotten you ill-berating my sexual talents in front of the entire council. They will probably laugh at me for years to come, and you will pay for every laughter."
"How?" she asked glumly, not feeling quite so sure of herself all of a sudden. Her hands stopped lifting the glass to her mouth, momentarily struck by the emphasis in his voice. "Are you going to whip me?" she asked him spitefully. "Or spank my bottom? Will that heal your injured pride? I simply told them the truth."
Of course she had known he would not like her berating his most precious possession or his lack of skills, but then she had never believed she would have to see more of the fellow. She had seriously thought she only had to refuse to marry him, and that would be it. What sort of culture was this that forced people to mate even if they didn't want to? Apart from that they seemed quite advanced. Travelling through space and opening hidden doors was only a distant thought not a reality back on earth - at least not as far as she was aware of.
"No, you didn't," he replied. "You didn't tell them about how you craved my touch, how you couldn't leave my cock alone or even how you begged me to fuck you in the shower. So, maybe I should remind you of some of those things, mate?"
"Don't bother," she replied coldly. She could not bear to have him take her again. Not when she knew the only thing inducing him was his damn laws and probably his hope to have many descendants, just as he had promised in that vow he had given. No way if she would be his broodmare.
They ate quietly and the silence was making the room feel unpleasant. At last he stood up and left the room.
Now, he goes to relieve himself with his friends and some willing prostitutes, she thought. She tried to convince herself that was what she wanted all the time, but the thought did not feel too good. Her chest was aching somehow. She felt like crying but no tears were coming.
She still hoped this was some nightmare that she would awake from very soon, but every time she punched her fingers into the bed frame it only hurt. No sight of any familiar surroundings like her own apartment. Still the velvet carpets and large rooms that portrayed a wealth she had previously not been surrounded with.
***
The rest of the night passed slowly and she slept for a few hours before waking up again. Still no sight of Connor. Where was he? He must have done exactly as she had suspected. The first sign of a quarrel and he was out of the house. Yes, well, she was happy that he wasn't around. Now she would not have to find excuses to keep him from her bed, she thought, comforting herself with the thought. After all, he had promised to spank her, hadn't he? And no normal husband would threaten something like that if they really cared about the other person.
