Aylia muttered aloud as she stalked to the cleansing chamber to rid herself of the drying gunk on her face and hands.
“Stupid, stubborn warrior. He thinks to thwart me, does he?” She slammed her hand on the control panel to start the particle shower and let its tingling rays remove the goo from her body, but while it cleansed her skin, it did nothing to diminish the desire raging in her body. Or at least, she assumed the reactions in her body were arousal.
What started as a fire in her lower belly when she’d observed him after capture turned into full-blown flames when she’d touched him. Even now, after what he’d done, she wanted to return to his side to stroke him again, to place her moist center on his cock and see what would happen.
However, the jerk had outmaneuvered her, wasting his essence on her face instead of her womb. Worse, studies done on his kind showed they needed some recuperation time between bouts. She’d give it to him, and the next time she visited, she wouldn’t bother to talk, even if she liked the rumble of his voice. Mayhap I’ll gag him. For some reason, though, instead of picturing his mouth full of cloth, she envisioned her breast instead. The image did nothing to cool her ardor.
Shower done, she stepped forth, and wrapped herself in a linen towel. Curious as to his reaction to her departure—and imbued of a strange need to see him—she ordered the computer to show her his room. A good thing, too, because he’d already undone her series of intricate knots holding his hand down on one side and now worked on the other.
With a curse, she sprinted back to his quarters, losing the towel on the way, and entered just as he pulled the binding free. His legs, however, remained caught, so he couldn’t leap off the bed like his thunderous expression told her he wanted to. Sitting up on the mattress, he crossed his arms over his chest, a wicked expression on his face making his eyes glow, and his lips curved into a taunting smile.
“Back so soon? Come here, my eager little princess. I’ll give you what you need.”
Judging by his tone, he thought she needed to stop breathing. “I think not. I see I’ll need to make my knots tighter next time.”
“There won’t be a next time, and if I were you, I’d run now. Leave, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t feel a need to punish you.”
Aylia laughed. “Big words for a male who cannot get out of his bed. I am not going anywhere. I am not done with you yet, my purple warrior.”
“Jaro. My name is Jaro. Remember it because you’re going to scream it when I put you over my knee for the first of your many punishments.”
Aylia leaned forward, just out of reach, and let a slow smile stretch her lips. “I never name my prey.”
“You are a cocky female,” he said, almost admiringly. “What a shame, I’m going to have to kill you.”
“I’d like to see you try,” she whispered huskily, sidling closer, pretending to not notice she’d entered his sphere of grasp.
Before he could make his move, her hand shot out and hit the pressure point at his neck.
He managed to open his eyes wide in surprise before slumping. A sigh of relief left her. She’d not been entirely sure it would work. But for how long? She pushed him back and he hit the mattress with a thump. Quickly, she retied his ropes then scurried to a corner to grab the metal manacles she’d also brought from her ship. She’d hoped she wouldn’t have to use them as they clanked rather noisily, but given the ease with which he’d undone her knots, she needed something sturdier to keep him from getting free.
While he lay still comatose, she found one of his shirts and wet it using a carafe of water she’d ordered from the ship’s culinary unit. She wiped his seed from earlier off his chest and chin, more for herself than him. Touching the cold, drying stuff didn’t appeal in the least, and considering she might have to brace her hands on his chest when she rode her bucking stud, she preferred to take care of matters now than encounter it at an inopportune moment.
The cloth wound its way down his chest and before she could stop herself, she’d stroked it over his slumbering prick. At rest, it seemed so docile, nothing like the turgid, pulsing pole of earlier.
“You should try kissing it if you want it to wake up,” he said in a husky murmur, startling her.
Not surprised at his quick recovery, but definitely by his suggestion, she shot him a sly look. “Like this?” Grasping his slowly firming cock, she bent over and brought it up to her mouth then pressed her lips against it. She’d seen this done in the videos, and in each case, the males grew hard almost instantly. He was no exception.
“That’s not a kiss. A real kiss has tongue,” he taunted.
I chose so well. Even though he is my prisoner, he still thinks to order me about and shows no fear. Her soft chuckle blew hotly across the head of his shaft and it twitched, hardening further. Sticking the point of her tongue out, she ran it across the fat head. He said not a word, but she heard his breathing quicken, and she blew on the wet skin before popping just the tip in her mouth for a suck, something she’d seen done on the instructional videos. A sweet and salty taste hit her taste buds, and she recoiled slightly, frowning at it. Don’t tell me he’s already given me his seed?
She observed none of the spurting of before, and his prick remained standing at attention, ready for the penetration of her sex. Mounting the bed, she straddled him, the tip of his cock nudging her cleft.
“So soon? I would have thought perhaps you’d let me return the favor?”
Hunger and a sensual appreciation as he gazed upon her made his eyes shine, and his lips curved into a wicked grin. Aylia’s body shuddered in response, heat coiling in her sex as she wondered what it would feel like to have his mouth on her sex, touching her, much like she’d done to him. Like I saw in the videos. The recipients she’d observed all seemed to loudly enjoy that type of intimate embrace.
But it won’t get me with child. She shook her head, sending her hair flying. No, no matter the intrigue, she knew that in order for her to complete her quest, she needed to take him into her body. Before he could grow soft on her again—or change her mind with his decadent suggestion—she lowered herself fast onto his length.
And squeaked in surprise at the sudden sharp pain.
*****
A virgin! Of all the things this strange day brought—including one humanoid female intent on a forced seduction—he’d never expected the barrier he plowed through when she sank herself onto his cock without preparation.
Her cry didn’t seem to be of pain, but more of surprise. It made the mystery around her and her actions deepen, but not as deep as his cock snug inside her. Frukx, it felt good. The moist walls of her channel gripped him tightly and though he’d spent himself earlier, already he could feel himself building up to that pleasurable height again.
And he’d reach that peak soon, by himself, if she didn’t stop squirming, the look on her face more one of concentration than bliss.
“What are you doing?” he asked through gritted teeth. He knew what he intended; to spew his essence deep inside her so he could think straight. She’d taken him by surprise when she’d incapacitated him using a pressure move. A move I should have done first, but her damned naked breasts distracted me. Waking to her touching him proved more than his cock could bear, hence his suggestion she kiss it. It seemed foolish to prevent the pleasure she seemed intent on giving him. But climax or not, blissful haven inside her sex or not, he’d still punish her delectable ass when he got free.
Right after he survived the tight pull of her channel around his cock.
Her bottom lip got sucked between her teeth as she worried it; her brow creased. “I’d say it’s obvious what I am doing. I am riding you.”
Her innocence only served to make him harder. “No, you are fidgeting.”
As if to prove his point, she wiggled again. “Are you saying I’m doing this wrong? Your rod is inside me, isn’t it? And you’re hard. Now I just need to wait for your cock to spit its seed and we can be done with it.”
He gaped at her. “Are you that clueless about sex?” Even virgins knew more than this female apparently did.
“I know all that is needed,” she retorted imperiously, a tone at odds with cheeks that flushed red.
“No, you do not,” he replied dryly.
“But the videos—”
A bark of laughter escaped him and he undulated his hips up into her, watching her eyes widen. “I would say your instruction is lacking. Untie me, and I’ll rectify that.”
“Ha. Like I’m that gullible.”
“Fine, do it the hard way, but I can tell you right now if all you plan to do is sit atop me, you won’t get what you want.” Not entirely true, but perversely, he didn’t want to come unless she got pleasure too. Somehow, her clinical view of it challenged him. Besides, by giving her what she so dearly wanted—his seed, even if it lacked viable stock—the sooner this farce of an abduction would cease, and he could turn the tables on her. “Now do you want some help or not?”
Suspicion crept into her eyes. “Why are you suddenly so eager to help me?”
He shrugged. “The sooner you get what you want, the sooner I get out of this bed. And besides, only a foolish male turns down a chance at pleasure.”
It took her a moment to ask him, curiosity warring with her pride. “What should I be doing instead?”
As seductive words went, they sucked, but for some reason, the very innocence of them enflamed him. “Have you ever ridden a beast astride, bareback or using a saddle?”
“Of course.”
“And do you just sit stiffly on your perch, or do you flow with the creature. Rising and following as it trots?”
She tried to follow his analogy, but the pulsing of his cock inside her must have proved distracting, or so he judged by her dilated pupils and rapid heart rate. “But you are not moving.”
“Yet. But even if I am still, you need to provide friction, hence the need to ride me.”
Understanding dawned. “So I should move like so?” She lifted herself up and bounced down, then up again.
A low moan slipped past his lips at the wet, sucking motion. “Oh yes, that’s it. But that is not all you should do. Slip your hand between your legs and find your nubbin.”
“What?” She stopped her riding to stare at him. “Why would I touch myself down there?”
Astonishment made him blurt, “You mean you’ve never tried?”
“No. And I don’t intend to start now,” she sassed, resuming her up and down motion.
And then Jaro forgot why he cared if she received any pleasure as her slick friction made his own imminent bliss coil in his body. He held on, gritting his teeth and watched her through passion-slitted eyes as she continued her merry bouncing. He observed as her breathing quickened, and her cheeks flushed red with passionate exertion. Heard her mewling cries as her climax approached, but refused to peak.
Up to this point, she’d ridden him sitting upright, but as the sweat pearled on her body, she finally leaned forward, her small hands branding the skin of his chest. The different angle applied pressure to her clit, and her mewling turned into cries as her body peaked. Thrusting his own hips, he saw the moment she came, her mouth open wide on a silent scream as all the muscles in her channel tightened around his cock, then spasmed in undulating waves that saw him exploding inside her.
Despite the situation, her lack of experience and even foreplay, Jaro couldn’t say that he’d ever felt anything more amazing in his life.
What a shame he’d have to kill the female who’d shown nirvana to him.