“Murder.” He only said the one word, but it was enough to remind me that, to him, I was a very bad girl.
“But—” I wanted to tell him the truth, that that was a lie, but he covered my lips with his fingers.
“Beauty. Fiery spirit. The most perfect pussy. Moans of pleasure. You wield your powers well.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his words.
“My power, gara, is over your pleasure. You may not come until I command.”
That shouldn’t be much of a problem, for I couldn’t come for a man. Well, I couldn’t come for a man before him.
“Tark—”
“Master.” His hands moved to lift the chain that dangled between us, twirled it around his finger to shorten it and force me closer until our lips touched. “You will call me master, for while your power has turned my cock as big and hard as a trundle’s horn, you will do as I say when it comes to fucking.”
His words, while lust-filled, held the bit of command, too.
“I’m the only one who can give you your pleasure, aren’t I?” he asked.
He tugged gently on the chain and I hissed out a breath as the painful pleasure jolted straight to my clit. How did he know I liked that?
“Yes… master.”
His eyes widened at the word from my lips. Calling him master hadn’t been as terrible as I’d expected. I was a doctor. I was an independent woman who considered no man her master. But when I said it in reference to Tark, it was different. He was most assuredly the master of my body, and I was content with that for now.
“Ah, perhaps you are a good girl after all. Let’s see about that. No coming, gara. Not until I command it.”
With one last tug, he let the chain go and reached between us to stroke over my pussy.
“So hot, so wet. Put your hands behind your head. Yes, like that. Now keep them there.”
I intertwined my fingers behind my neck, my elbows sticking out. This position also had my breasts thrust outward. He seemed to enjoy having me bound, but on his lap as I was, there was nothing to use to tie me. Forcing me to hold this position was like having invisible bonds and I clenched my inner walls at the thought. I could do nothing but what Tark bid.
He played with me for a bit, his fingers slipping over my folds, dipping inside and stroking—oh, God!—my G spot. He didn’t linger, but moved to circle my clit, tormenting me by not actually touching it, only building me up and up until I was about to come before pulling his hand away. Again and again he did that. I moved my hips into his hand, but every time I did so, he stopped. Then started again. Groaning, I remained still, briefly, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. My fingers started to slip, but with one arch of his dark brow, I tightened them against my neck. It was a cycle of complete torture and the look on Tark’s face—smug satisfaction—let me know his dominance was complete.
Every cell in my body screamed for release, and that was just from his skilled hands. I would surely die once he actually fucked me.
“Master, please,” I begged. My skin was slick with sweat, my throat dry, my nipples tight little pebbles, and my clit throbbed. Every part of my pussy ached for Tark’s cock.
Placing his hands back on my hips, he murmured, “Take out my cock.”
Lowering my hands, I eagerly did as he bid, sliding back on his thighs so I could reach between us and open his pants. Did all men from Trion not wear underwear or was it just him? His cock sprang free, tall and erect and pre-cum seeped from the tip. My eyes widened at the sight.
While I’d felt his cock as he’d fucked me the day before, I hadn’t seen it. I’d never seen one so big. It extended thick and a dark, ruddy red from a nest of dark hair. Bulging veins pulsed up the long length. A broad, flared crown capped it. That had fit inside of me?
I grasped the base of it firmly—my hand didn’t even close about it—and slid up, using my thumb to swipe away his visible sign of eagerness. I licked my lips, wondering what he tasted like. Salty? Musky? Surely pure, unadulterated male.
“Keep looking at me that way and I’ll come in your mouth, not your pussy.” He voice was deep and rough, as if his control was barely leashed. “Put me inside you.”
His hands lifted me so that I hovered over him, placing me exactly where he wanted me. Still gripping his cock, I lowered myself so that the head pushed against my entrance. As I continued to lower myself further, he began to stretch me open, to fill me more and more.
I put my hands on his shoulders for balance and gripped him tightly once I sat upon his lap completely. He was fully seated within me, the flared head nudging the entrance to my womb. I felt filled, stretched, and completely claimed. The heat and sting in my body only accentuated that.