Natalie Montgomery, Bride Processing Center, North America

      “Keep that stimsphere in your pussy, gara.”

      The voice was deep and commanding and I didn’t know what a stimsphere was, nor what gara meant. I knew, though, that if I stopped clenching my inner walls around the heavy, solid object, it would fall to the soft rug beneath my bare feet. The round object was inside me, teasing me with what I really wanted… my mate’s hard cock.

      I closed my eyes, trying to keep the smooth object within. But I was too wet. Too hot. Too ready for my mate to claim me. I knew the ball would fall, and I’d be punished. Again.

      The thought made me moan with pleasure, even as a large, warm hand traced the length of my spine from the base of my neck, down over my curves to rest on my bare bottom. Prickly heat stung where I knew he’d spanked me because I let the sphere fall once already. The pressure of it stretching me, filling me, was a carnal tease and my pussy ached for release, ached to tighten around his cock instead. Sweat dripped from my brow as I felt the sphere slip, sensed it at the entrance to my core. About to fall. Not again!

      Shifting my hips, I tried to stop the inevitable even as the deep male voice behind me chuckled at my struggle.

      “Naughty mate, I see the stimsphere. Hold it inside that wet pussy, or I’ll spank you again.”

      “I… I can’t.” I was leaning over a small, padded table. I tugged on my arms but realized I was bound to it, ankles and wrists. A cushion was beneath my belly, and while comfortable, I realized I was positioned perfectly for him to do whatever he wanted. My ass was in the air, my bare pussy perfectly exposed for