Saroji trembled as his mouth pressed against her pussy. She understood his strategy. He wasn’t punishing her, exactly, just protesting her stubbornness. He would tease her, let her need build until she was screaming for release… But what if he never allowed her to come?
His agile tongue stroked up one side of her slit, avoided her clit, and ran down the other side. She clutched the edge of the table and closed her eyes, knowing his teasing had just begun. He gently sucked on her delicate inner folds and circled her opening without pushing inside.
Reaching around her hips, he caressed her torso and sides. He squeezed her breasts from time to time but avoided her nipples. Each touch was designed to drive her wild and it was working far better than she’d imagined.
Her inner muscles clenched, accenting the hollowness waiting to be filled. She rocked and wiggled against his mouth, trying to bring his cruel tongue into contact with her clit. For just an instant, his lips closed around the swollen nub and gently sucked.
Sensations rushed toward his mouth, her core rhythmically tightening. Then he let go and raised his head. The orgasm fizzled, and she cried out in exasperation. “If it were only myself at risk, I would—”
“I didn’t give you permission to speak.” The reminder sounded calm and distant.
She watched him as he rose and moved to the compartments inset in the wall beside them. His features were locked in an expressionless mask but his gaze revealed his frustration. “Turn over.”
She wasn’t sure she wanted to let him restrain her in his current mood, but her own desire was making rational thought difficult. He wasn’t capable of harming her. Even after all the Gathosians had done to him, she knew she could trust him with her body. Their minds had just begun to meld when Ra’jen interrupted them. She’d sensed pain and fury in Malik, but no cruelty.
He needed to control her. Refusing to open her mind was hurtful enough; she would freely submit in every other way. She turned over and spread out on her stomach, resting her cheek on her folded arms. The floor-to-ceiling mirror allowed her to see the entire room, so she relaxed and watched him.
His body was amazing. Long and lean, rippling with muscular definition. She wanted to touch him, run her hands up and down his back and squeeze his flexing ass as he thrust inside her aching pussy. But he obviously had something else in mind.
He looked through the drawers and cabinets, concealing his selections with the angle of his body. After arranging what he’d chosen inside an open drawer, he turned around and met her gaze in the mirror.
“Fold your legs beneath you but leave your arms as they are.”
In other words, ass in the air, head down. She couldn’t suppress a smile. It was his favorite position. At least he couldn’t restrain her like that.
Moments after she adjusted her position, he proved her wrong. He reached beneath the table and retrieved leather cuffs she hadn’t noticed before. The cuffs were attached to the underside of the table by metal cables.
Her heart fluttered as he laced the cuffs, securing her wrists to the table. Then he wrapped leather straps around her elbows, providing just enough tension to hold her forearms in place.
He trailed his fingers across her skin as he worked, teasing her arms, her back and the outer swell of her breasts. Tingles followed in his wake, keeping her senses on alert. He moved down her body and eased her legs apart, angling her feet over the side of the table. He strapped her knees down then restrained her ankles with wide leather cuffs.
The position became more provocative as her ability to move was restricted. She could lift up far enough to move her head from side to side and rock her entire body forward and back, but that was the extent of her mobility.
He circled the table, leisurely admiring his handiwork. His fingers teased as he went, making her squirm as he bumped along her ribs and sigh as he caressed her hips. He raked his nails down the backs of her thighs then paused to trace her slit.
Her clit twitched and a fresh rush of cream inundated her pussy. He chuckled and slowly pushed a finger into her. “You’re dripping, literally. I think you missed me as much as I missed you.”
She rocked back, needing more than a finger. “Please,” she whispered, not wanting to anger him by speaking without permission.
“Please, what?” He rotated his hand and leaned in close, flicking her clit with his tongue.
“Let me come.” An unexpected whimper robbed the demand of its autocratic snap.
“I don’t think so.” He straightened, shifting his hands to her hips as he looked in the mirror. “Figure out how we can both have what we want, or I’ll enjoy your responsive flesh for the rest of the night without letting you come.”
“I can’t let you into my mind! It’s too dangerous.”
“Then come into mine! Push your emotions into my mind. I promise I won’t take advantage of the link.”
Establishing a link was like opening a door. Could she trust him to stay on his side of the threshold? Trust. It always came back to trust.
His hands tightened on her hips and he sighed. Pain and longing bled through his expressionless mask as his gaze bore into hers. “Saroji, I could scan you, absorb every scrap of information tucked away in that convoluted mind, and there is nothing you could do to stop me. You are safe because I have no intention of hurting you or compromising your cause.”
He needed her to bend. How could he prove himself worthy of trust if she never gave him an opportunity?
“I’ll allow the link as long as you let me come to you.”
“Fine.” His eyes narrowed and a devilish smile curved his lips. “Come to me, and I’ll let you come.”
Chapter Three
Needing to regain control of the situation, Malik didn’t immediately give Saroji what she wanted. He moved in front of her and traced her lips with his index finger. “Offer me your mouth.”
She opened without hesitation and he pushed his finger inside. Her brow creased in confusion but she sucked his finger and swirled her tongue. He’d only meant to tease her for a moment, but the wet heat of her mouth and velvet caress of her tongue felt so good he couldn’t resist the temptation.
He pulled his finger out and guided his cock toward her parted lips. Her tongue extended, welcoming him with a lazy swirl. She closed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked in slow, deep pulls. Pleasure and urgency cascaded through his body and he slipped his hand beneath her, rolling her nipple as he enjoyed the firm pressure of her mouth.
Her mind brushed against his and he gasped. He carefully weakened a tiny section of his mental shield, creating a fissure through which she could enter. Desire stabbed into his being, hot and demanding, every bit as incendiary as his need for her.
He dragged his cock out of her mouth then knelt and pressed his lips over hers.
Thank you.
He let the thought resonate in his mind, careful to keep his word. Then he kissed her, lingering over her lips and savoring the sensual slide of his tongue against hers.
I really need to come.
He chuckled at the reminder and moved back to the end of the table. A small pool of her juices had formed on the table and his balls contracted so hard he moaned. He drove his cock into her cunt then reached around and found her clit with his middle finger. He didn’t move. She was desperate and he wasn’t nearly ready to join her, so he gave her something to squeeze and let her fly. He rubbed over and around her clit, savoring each firm spasm of her pussy as he prolonged her orgasm.
Pleasure blazed through his mind, intoxicating and amazing. Without this mental bond, sex was hollow and unfulfilling.
“Better?” He waited until the last ripple passed before he separated their bodies.
She craned her neck and looked back at him. “Why’d you pull out?”
“Who knows how long it will be before we can do this again. I intend to take full advantage of our time together.”
Returning her gaze to the mirror, she whispered, “Yes Sir.”
Her surrender thrilled him, nearly as much as her presence in his mind. He turned to the drawer and glanced at the tapered butt plug. If she resisted the toy he wouldn’t insist on ending the way he’d planned, but his dominant nature craved the savage pleasure.
He picked up the lubricant and poured a generous pool into the palm of his hand. After dipping two fingers in the gel, he eased between her delectable cheeks and stroked her anus. The puckered star twitched beneath his fingertips and he felt her arousal building right along with his.
“I want all of you.” He breached her with his middle finger, the lube easing his way. “Are you willing?”
“Of course, Sir.” Tenderness flowed into his mind along with the assurance.
He’d expected lust and need, but the sweeter emotion made him wild. He slid his finger in and out, the need to claim her nearly overwhelming. She was incredibly tight. “Has it been a long time?” He worked a second finger past her stubborn sphincter and she gasped.
“A very long time.”
Drizzling gel around his embedded fingers, he prepared her body more with each stroke of his hand. He glanced at the open drawer but couldn’t bear to separate from her even for a moment. If she came again, he could work his cock in while she was lost in the afterglow.
He drove his cock into her pussy, pairing the steady penetration with the new sensation of his fingers. She tensed for a moment then relaxed and accepted the additional pressure. He drew his hips back while his fingers remained deep, then pulled his hand back as his cock surged forward.
He looked at his lube-covered hand and debated what to do. She came faster when he rubbed her clit, but he didn’t want to lose momentum by pausing to retrieve the bottle of lube. Her hips pushed up and her inner muscles were already squeezing him, so he rested the back of his hand against her ass cheek and concentrated on the motion.
She raised and lowered her knees, trying to find the perfect angle. He felt her restlessness and her hunger. She responded with wild abandon, yet her mental shields shimmered in the distance, a continual reminder of her lack of trust.
Her entire body jolted when he found her sweet spot. She gasped and locked her knees, ensuring the steady slide of his cock over the sensual trigger. “Come for me, baby. Let me share your pleasure.”
Three more strokes sent her over the edge. He held still inside her, absorbing her emotions while battling back his need for release. The intensity gradually receded and he gave himself a mental shake.
He slowly pulled out of her hot cunt and smeared the rest of the lube over his wet cock. Her cream might have eased him past her entrance, but lube would keep him slick for the entire ride. He drew out his fingers and positioned his cock. With slow, steady pressure, he drove into her ass. Her anus unfurled, opening and stretching to accommodate his thickness.
Her body suddenly gave and his cock head disappeared inside her. The grip of her ass on his shaft was torturous bliss. He pushed deeper, savoring the firm grasp around his shaft. It felt so damn good, all he’d have to do is let go and he’d come.
He paused when she’d taken about half of his length and forced himself to think past the pleasure. She’d retreated emotionally. The link was still open but he sensed nothing from her. “Do you want me to stop?” He trembled as he waited for her answer.
Overwhelmed by the brutal invasion of Malik’s cock, Saroji did her best not to scream. “No. I’m fine.” She forced the words out, determined to see this through. Pleasure hovered all around her, but all she felt was the inescapable fullness. She tried to relax, to recapture the flow of sensations. They’d done this before and she’d enjoyed it. Of course, that was a lifetime ago.
Apparently sensing her frustration, he wrapped his arms around her. He cupped her breast with one hand and her mound with the other. “Fine will never be good enough for us.” His finger eased between her folds and gently circled her clit. “Just relax and get used to the pressure. I won’t rush you.”
Her body seemed to coalesce beneath his fingertip. The pleasure surrounding her rushed back into her body. Her pussy clenched, tightening her other passage at the same time. They groaned together at the increased pleasure and her clit pulsed in time to the rhythmic ripple of her inner muscles.
“Move. Please.”
He needed no other encouragement. Pulling back slowly, he drew the sensations down through her body then launched them higher with his sharp inward thrust. She cried out, arching her back to take him deeper. The restraints held her securely as he slid against and inside her. The combination of intensity and stillness was perfect.
“Show me.” His voice sounded gruff, yet needful, revealing far more than he realized.
She pushed her emotions into his mind, holding nothing back. His thrusts sped in response and his pleasure spun before her, a metaphysical tornado ready to sweep her away. All she had to do was surrender and they’d join as they were meant to join.
His hands moved to her hips and his tempo raced out of control. His cock slammed into her, the impact igniting bursts of pleasure all through her body. His finger pressed against her clit and she threw her head back, coming in violent spasms. She felt his seed deep inside her as she released her hold on reality. Their bodies shuddered and strained as the release went on and on.
Warm, gentle hands lured her back into her body. His groin cradled her ass and his cheek was pressed against her back.
“That’s the disadvantage of these contraptions. We can’t just fall over and go to sleep.”
“
You
can’t.” She laughed. “I’m pretty sure all I need to do is close my eyes.”
“Your legs will go numb.”
“I’ll risk it.” He carefully pulled out, leaving her with an overwhelming emptiness and an ache in her heart she didn’t even want to consider. If she wasn’t careful he’d abolish all of her defenses before the night was through.
She lazed in a contented haze as he released the straps and buckles then lifted her into his arms. He carried her through the bedroom and set her down in the shower, activating the multi-directional spray with a voice command. Before she could locate the soap or shampoo, he guided her arms up and told her to lock her hands behind her head. With a wicked smile his only communication, he proceeded to wash her entire body, lingering over strategic areas until she wiggled and moaned. It was sensual and tender, yet also emphasized his power over her. He’d already conquered her body. Was she ready to surrender more?
Just when she thought she’d lose her mind, he lifted her and told her to wrap her legs around his waist. He held her suspended for a moment, poised at the entrance to her body. Longing and tenderness smoldered in his gaze as he slowly lowered her onto his cock.
She stared into his eyes, savoring the intimacy of making love face-to-face. Their bodies meshed and slid, hers soft and giving, his thick and demanding. She tightened her legs and squeezed her inner muscles, wanting him as wild as she felt.
He wrapped his arms around her and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, possessing her mouth with the deep, surging strokes her clenched legs were denying his cock. She tilted her head and tangled her fingers in his hair, offering her mouth freely while she stubbornly postponed the rest.
Suddenly he tore his mouth from hers and growled low in his throat. He pressed her against the cold, wet wall and unhooked her legs from behind his back, then draped them over his forearms. Passion and hunger burned through the softer emotions until his eyes blazed with lust and demand.
He slowly pulled his cock back until only the head filled her opening. “Beg me.”
She drank in his savage beauty, mesmerized by his brutality. He’d been ready to take her slow and tenderly. Why had she provoked him?
Slamming his entire length back inside her, he forced a startled cry from her throat. Then he reached up with both hands and pinched her nipples as she was helplessly pinned against the wall. “Beg me to fuck you, or I’ll pull out and make you watch while I jerk off.”
His fingers remained at her nipples, the pressure oscillating from pleasure to pain. She tightened around him as hard as she could and closed her eyes. “I…please. I don’t want you to pull out.”
He nipped her bottom lip, his chest pressing against her breasts. “I thought you needed soft and slow. We’ve had nothing but fast and hard.”
“I’m still figuring out what I need.” She opened her eyes and returned his playful nip. “Let’s try slow but hard.”
He drew his hips back and paused, letting anticipation build, then lunged forward, filling her completely with one deep thrust. Again and again he filled her, out slow and in fast. She caressed his face, his chest, and his shoulders with her hands, and hugged his cock with her inner muscles, wanting to savor each step of the journey.
His gaze bore into hers, searching, penetrating. “Show. Me.” He panted harshly in between each word.
She opened her mind, pushing her emotions toward him. Each time she formed the link it felt more natural, and more foolish to mistrust him. Her pleasure excited him. She could feel the heat of his arousal burning beyond the doorway separating their minds. It would be so easy to step through the opening, to merge with him and allow him to merge with her.
He groaned against her mouth and thrust faster, his shaft rubbing across her clit with each long stroke. She focused on physical sensations, tilting her hips to maximize the slide. The added pressure triggered rings of sensation radiating out from her clit. She cried out, clutching his shoulders as she came in hard, shuddering spasms. He drove in one last time, grinding against her while his cock jerked with each powerful spurt.
For a long time the only sounds were the rush of the water and their panting. Then he closed the door to his mind with a resounding bang and disentangled their bodies. “Go soak in the tub,” he muttered, lowering her feet to the floor. “I need to check in with my supervisor.”
He snatched a towel off the warming rack and hurried from the bathroom. Saroji’s heart groaned in protest. It would have been impossible to miss the frustration in his movements or the disappointment in his eyes.
Damn it. What did he expect from her?
Trust.
The answer was painfully obvious. He demanded the one thing she was unable to give. If it was only her life at risk she would have given him the opportunity to prove himself. But so many lives depended on her discretion. Yet none of those lives had anything to lose without freedom from the Gathosians.
With an aggravated curse she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She couldn’t work through this on her own because she was anything but objective. Hopefully Ra’jen hadn’t arrived yet. She really needed to speak with Autumn.
* * * * *
Easily spotting the courtyard in the center of the Pentagon, Malik landed his skimmer-cycle and flipped up the visor on his helmet. He was required to check in every twenty-four hours. Still, this could have waited until morning.