Free Outlander (Borealis) by Ellie Bay Page A

of my questions. “Maybe you can
ask him about it someday, little sub.”
    I was deflated. Borealis had no spaceships, no
teleportation, no way to get me out of here. Then how the hell did I get here
in the first place? I decided that Boreas knew more than he was saying. As much
as I loathed being near him again, he was probably the only one that could get
me out of here.
    Marcus tossed the towel aside and knelt in front of me,
pushing my knees apart as he licked his lips. “I told you if you worked hard
you would be rewarded.”
    I snapped my knees closed and he gawked at me.
    Though he had already kissed me, fingered me and almost made
me come, I didn’t think I was ready for oral sex. That was too intimate. “I
don’t know you that well, Dominus.”
    Marcus snorted. “No, you don’t.” He massaged the back of my
neck and pressed his forehead against mine. “But this will bring us closer and
seal our bond.”
    I drew my knees up under my chin. “No, thank you.”
    Marcus let out an exasperated breath. He stroked my cheek
with his knuckles until I finally met his gaze. “My life’s purpose is to bring
you pleasure. It will make life a far more gratifying experience and once we
are bonded, I will give you a name.”
    That caught my attention. “My first name?”
    “And your last. Submissives take on the last names of their
Doms.”
    Just like a married couple. I chewed on the meaning of that
for a while, saying nothing.  
    I desperately wanted a name. Without one I felt like a
nonentity. Being called a “sub” was demeaning, unless Marcus said it, then it
was sensual and reassuring. But it was too soon for sex. “I can’t have sex with
you, Marcus, not yet.”
    Frustrated, Marcus paced in front of me as if trying to
decide what to do. As hard as this was on me, he had also been thrown into
unfamiliar territory, dealing with a woman that wasn’t submissive and who
didn’t know squat about the Borealian lifestyle. He stopped and looked at me.
“Will you at least let me to kiss you?”
    I recoiled. “Where?”
    The way Marcus laughed—loud and abandoned—made me like him
even more. He was tender, but strong. Worldly, yet innocent.
    Marcus sucked on his lower lip. “Your mouth.”
    Eyeing him suspiciously, I consider it. Kissing would be
innocuous, right? Plus, I was wildly attracted to him. “That’s all?”
    A solemn expression appeared on his face. “I will never
force you into anything.”
    “Okay.” I tried hiding the elation of having his mouth on
mine. I jutted my chin out. “Just kissing.”
    He licked his lips again, smiled and crawled on the bed next
to me until we were both lying on our sides facing each other. Cradling my
face, he began kissing me. Our make out session started sweetly at first, like
two fourteen-year-olds having their first kiss. Suddenly, the kissing turned
more passionate. His mouth claimed mine as he used his tongue to send electric
shivers into my nether regions.
    “Mmm.” He tasted like sex and masculinity. I relished the
sensation of his tongue slow dancing with mine.
    He hooked my leg over his hip and palmed my butt cheek. He
took a deep breath, speaking with a husky voice. “I can smell your excitement.”
    His caged erection pressed against my belly.
    I gave him a wicked grin. “I can feel yours.”  
    “We’re only kissing,” he said, feigning innocence. His
tongue swirled gently inside my mouth and over my teeth.
    My sex throbbed, ached, wanted to be touched.
    When he pulled apart my top, baring my breasts, my breath
caught. My pink nipples stuck out like little pebbles, all but announcing my
eagerness.
    Marcus climbed on top of me, between my legs. He continued
patting me with kisses, but now he was also clutching one breast as fingers
from his other hand slipped under my skirt and explored my clit.
    This was way more than kissing, but he had already touched
me during the bath. I decided—rather my body decided—to surrender to him.
    My back arched