Sapphire was miserable. The telepathic arousal had been bad enough, but now it had spread into her dreams, her thoughts, until she couldn’t function at any hour of the day. Each night, when she closed her eyes, she knew what was coming. In her dreams, she’d begin to sweat, her body heating to an unbearable pitch. Her hips would search the darkness, never finding release. It was as if she was cursed never to find fulfillment.
It got so bad that every brush to her skin made a fire start in her belly. Her nipples seemed to be permanently erect. Something as simple as watching a man walk past her would make her wet and ready--no matter who the guy was.
To make matters worse, it was as if her mind was blocked. The orgasm in the decontaminator was the last she’d had for weeks. She’d tried vibrators, pleasure balls, an arsenal of creams and toys. Nothing worked. Her body could work up, but it couldn’t find release.
"You ready?"
Sapphire blinked, turning slightly in her chair, unable to work up a smile as she turned to Thor.
"Hey, honey, what’s wrong? You sick?" Thor closed the door and stepped into the dressing room. He reached as if to lay a hand on her shoulder. It was a friendly gesture, but she flinched and jerked back before he could touch her. Thor frowned.
"I … I’m all…." Sapphire panted and shook her head. "I’m just really sensitive right now. It’s not you, Thor. I’m just … edgy."
Thor eyed her skeptically with his deep chocolate eyes. Slowly, he nodded.
"How’s the crowd tonight?" she asked to change the subject.
Thor’s answer was a chuckle. "I saw a few females in the group. I have security keeping an eye on them. I wouldn’t want them to get mauled. Though, to tell the truth, they look like they could hold their own."
Sapphire chuckled. "Are you sure they’re female? Sometimes it’s hard to tell."
Thor grinned to see some of her usual humor coming back. "Can I tell them you’re ready?"
"Yeah, I’ll be out in two." Sapphire turned back to the mirror when she was alone. All traces of her smile faded. A low ache was in her belly, almost making her sick. She fought the urge to crawl into bed. Besides, as the old Earth saying went, the show must go on!
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"You got a live one," Thor said from the door.
Sapphire blinked and looked up. The show went the same as all the rest. She blacked out in the middle of her routine, but had apparently finished it perfectly. Now, back in her dressing room, she was getting ready for the meet n’ greet.
She was a little nervous that no one would show up like the last couple of shows, so when Thor told her someone was there she all too eagerly hopped towards the bed and arranged her limbs. Not having a line of men waiting for her had been a big blow to her ego, making her almost timid. Doubt surrounded her, made worse by the feelings of extreme frustration in her body.
Sapphire wore her favorite makeup, but tonight she let her hair fall long and straight down her shoulders in dark waves to the top of her ass. The blue and silver streaks brushed over her shoulders, down over the large display of cleavage beneath the black leather of her bustier that stretched down to just above her navel. Cross lacing moved down the front, giving a daring peek of the valley between her breasts. Her panties were of a matching black with thin straps at the hips. Thigh high stockings were on her legs. The lacy tops peeked over the edge of her black leather boots. In her hand, she gripped a feathery whip which she twined through her fingers for effect.
The lights in the dressing room were dim so when the door opened, she couldn’t make out the man’s features. She heard a step and then another. A musky scent assaulted her, making her body tingle anew. Her heart beat sped slightly, thumping beneath her sensitive breasts. Warmth rolled from her stomach, spreading over her body. Her breath hitched. His smell alone caused a dampness between her thighs, soaking the leather panties with her cream.
She opened her mouth to speak, but her voice sounded hoarse from her need, "Please, don’t be shy. Come in."
Her blue eyes widened, looking eagerly into the shadows for a glimpse of him. First the light fell across tight, silver pants, pants that clung like a second skin to thick legs. They hugged low at perfectly proportioned hips and she just knew if he turned around, his ass would be as tight as the rest of him. Her mouth went suddenly dry, as she saw the bulge between his thighs. The silver material clung to his cock, so tight that his pants were surely forcing it to stay down.
Sapphire’s fingers flexed. She wanted to rip the silver apart and bring the cock to her lips. Oh, she was definitely getting bad. These feelings had to be suppressed or she’d soon be humping the leg of anything that walked.
Slowly, she let her eyes travel up. Black material molded to a firm stomach, so thin she could see the definition of each and every muscle of his stomach and chest. His arms were strong, perfect, and covered completely by his shirt. She even made out the faint outline of his small nipples. They seemed to reach for her and she wanted to suck them between her lips. Awareness coursed through her blood, making her light headed. She wanted to undress him completely, unwrap his cock like a present. She wanted to lick him, taste him, touch him, fuck him hard and long. She wanted his cock in every hole her body had to offer--her mouth, her pussy, her ass.
Her mouth opened to speak. But, no sound escaped her as she finally saw his face. Sapphire couldn’t move, could barely remember to breathe. Rich black waves of silky hair framed his devilishly handsome features, flowing gorgeously to his shoulders. Deep set eyes, so brown they looked black, pierced her with liquid intensity. Before she knew what she was doing, she pushed up and was kneeling on the bed, whip gripped so tightly in her hand her knuckles turned white.
Sapphire blinked, doing her best to remember what she was supposed to do. Her mouth began to form words, but nothing came out. Her nipples were so hard she was sure they’d break past their leather restraint. Her leather panties became hot and restricting until she wished to tear them from her hips, or better yet, ask him to do it.
A low sound came from the man’s throat. She looked at him, his firm lips. She wanted to hear his voice, knowing instinctively that it would send a ripple of pleasure down her spine. To her great disappointment, he didn’t speak, only continued to stare at her. Sapphire stared back, letting her eyes roam over him like he was her own personal statue.
Her thighs spread slightly, sending her feminine smell of arousal up to her. She saw his nostrils flare slightly and she knew then that he was well aware of the effect he had on her. The realization took Sapphire by surprise. She was used to being the one in charge, the one in control, not the other way around. The fact that this man controlled the situation frightened and aroused her.
But, she hadn’t been in control lately. She’d been at the whim of another, someone who could make her climax with just his mind, someone she couldn’t see in her endless dreams, someone who’d been refusing to let her find fulfillment. Sapphire began to pant, suddenly realizing who this man was. He was her telepath.