More Than a Man (7 page)

Her lips said "Ow" but her nipples beaded
against him, prominent through her sweater. On a hunch, Aya nipped
the tender flesh beneath her jaw. Noelle jolted a second time. Her
hips swiveled, pushed toward him. Suddenly, spanking her lacked
imagination. Before he consciously puzzled through the change in
plans, his skin prickled and pressure rippled down his stomach and
surged beneath his shirt. Black limbs spun from his body, twined
around her wrists and stretched her arms wide.

"Aya!"

"Shh." He widened her stance with his feet
and settled against her sex. "We're going to play a game and your
hands are in the way."

"A game?" She glanced sidelong at the
muscular binding wrapped around her left wrist.

"Yes, a game." Aya narrowed his eyes,
carefully observing her response, relieved to detect wary curiosity
instead of revulsion. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she flexed
her hands and tested his hold. Ducking his head, he nuzzled the
underside of her jaw and nipped her earlobe before whispering, "I'm
stronger than you and you're not getting free. You may as well
agree to play."

"Fine," she breathed. "What's the game?"

"Twenty questions. I ask, you answer." He
nudged her legs wider and planted his boots between her dainty
ballet flats. This close to her, his balls ached. The gentle curve
of her abdomen accepted his cock easily, a soft cushion inviting
him to rub against her. "Ready?"

Her head dropped against the wall. "What's
the first question?"

"I want to know about your list." He pulled
her shirt up past her navel, glorying in soft skin beneath his
hands. "What was the number one thing you had to have in a
husband?"

Her cheek heated against his temple. Aya
raised his head to find her flushed red. He rocked his hips,
grinding his cock against her pubic bone. "Tell me."

She turned her face aside. "I didn't
prioritize in order of importance."

"Liar," he murmured, and pinched the flesh at
the bend of her waist. Noelle jumped in his arms. Her breath
quickened at the small bit of pain. Just as he'd expected given her
reaction to the pinprick.

She swallowed, not looking at him. "When I
was brainstorming the list, the first thing I did was specify the
size of your penis."

"Really." He chuckled. "Are you curious
whether Manporium got it right?"

"You know I am." She scowled at the
mirror.

Aya glanced at their reflection and met her
eyes there, unwilling to grant her even the illusion of escape.
"I'll show you soon."

Her flush deepened. He kissed her cheek and
asked, "Why do you use Manporium instead of finding a born
man?"

She relaxed marginally. "Manporium matches
have a proven low divorce rate. Couples are highly compatible and
overwhelmingly report happiness instead of dissatisfaction."

"That sounds like a rehearsed answer." He
cupped her ass and lifted her, angling her sex to cushion his
erection. "Wrap your legs around me."

"There's nothing wrong with my answer. What's
your next question?"

Once her strong thighs locked tight around
his waist, he inched closer and pinned her to the glass with his
hips. Through her loose pants, her sex parted, made room for him.
Noelle whimpered. Aya kissed her lips and pushed her shirt higher
to expose her breasts, small enough to go unfettered, rosy tips
up-tilted and high. He licked the shallow valley between them.
"Would you rather I bite your nipples or lick them?"

"I..." She strained against him, her abdomen
taut as she once again tested the strength of his hold. "Damn it. I
want to touch you! Why won't you let me touch you?"

"I'm asking the questions and you're
answering." He bit her, sharp and brief, pinching the delicate
inner curve of her breast. "Now answer."

"Lick them!" Frustration raised her
voice.

"Good girl." Surprised but not averse to her
preference, he treated her breasts gently, stroking one taut nipple
while swirling his tongue around the other. Noelle sighed and
relinquished her struggles, sagging against the mirrored wall.
Responding to the mere suggestion of his awareness, his remaining
tentacles slipped around her thighs, providing the strength she was
rapidly losing.

"
Please
let me touch you. Just one
hand." Her lips grazed his temple, which was the only part of him
she could reach.

"I like your hands where they are." He sucked
her nipple into his mouth, tugging rhythmically, and tipped his
head so he could watch her. Noelle's lips parted. Need rendered her
eyes glassy, the hazel irises gone wide and silver-green. The sight
of her, flushed and wanting, challenged his control. If he returned
use of her hands, he'd lose it and take her against the mirror, and
that wouldn't suit his plans. He wanted Noelle hot and writhing
beneath him, impassioned to the point of screaming, not afraid to
let herself go. She wasn't there yet. He wouldn't be able to take
her there, either, if he didn't back off and get a grip. With one
last strong pull, he released her nipple. "How's your relationship
with your family?"

"How's my..." She blinked, visibly
disoriented, and met his eyes directly. "
Deity
, Aya, please
don't make me think of my mother while you're hard between my
legs."

"You were getting too far away from me."

"The seamsdroid is going to charge us a
fortune for your wardrobe," she muttered, blowing her brunette
fringe from her eyes. "Fine. My mother thinks she knows what's best
for me and I disagree. I'm on great terms with my dad. We're...oh,
damn. I forgot. I have to meet them for dinner tonight. And so do
you. We need to hurry."

She renewed her resistance to his hold, her
face gone pale with something akin to panic.
Shit
. Not the
result he'd wanted. He raised his arms and threaded his fingers
through hers, aligning their palms. Quietly, he said, "Noelle, take
a deep breath and look at me. Whatever just went through your head,
you need to let it go."

"I don't want you to have to deal with my
mother," she said miserably. "You didn't even get a choice. No
choices at all, not about me or—”

"You're wrong, baby. I get to choose how I'm
going to love you and in that department, you are going to have
very little say. You may as well get over any guilt you're feeling
right now because I'm not going to feel even a little remorse when
I make you beg for my cock."

Wide-eyed, some of the passion-color
returning to her cheeks, she whispered, "Then I'm not going to feel
bad when my mother summons you to help her with the dishes.
Alone."

"I'm a big boy." He angled his hips to prove
it, riding close and hard against her sex. "Now. Next
question."

"Next question." She drew a deep breath and
held it.

"What do you really think of these?"

His tentacles constricted around her wrists,
loosened, and the dark tips tickled the inner slopes of her
forearms. Aya tilted his head, watching the contrast between thick,
ropey muscle and pale, tender skin. Deity, the things he wanted to
do to her.

Noelle followed his gaze and exhaled the
pent-up air. Voice reedy and thin, she said, "I think they give you
unfair advantage."

"Alright. Now, no more worrying over my
disadvantages. I can handle your friends and your family." He
kissed her ear, not relinquishing his hold on her hands. "Do you
want born children or created children?"

"You want children?" She asked, wondering how
his genetic makeup would manifest in offspring. They’d have to talk
seriously about his altered traits and possibly look into some
alteration of the fetus.

"My questions, your answers,” Aya said,
stopping her legal brain in its tracks.

Her feminine growl made him grin. "You agreed
to play," he reminded.

"Fine. If I were to have a child, I would
prefer a born child. Next?"

"Why'd you choose a house instead of a
blockunit?"

"I wanted a garden. Next?"

"Do you prefer sex in the morning or at
night?"

Noelle narrowed her eyes and dug her heels
into the backs of his thighs, small punishment given the daintiness
of her flats. "I want it
right now
."

"While 'right now' isn't one of the options I
gave you, I'll overlook your impertinence." Finally, he separated
their hands and stroked down her arms, pausing to play with her
nipples, fascinated by the give of soft flesh. She'd said she
wanted him to lick instead of bite, but... He stroked her jaw and
gently removed the small clip holding her hair behind her ear.
Stubbornly silent, she eyed him as he studied the inside of the
clip and ran his thumb over the teeth. Aya met her eyes and held
them. Walking his fingers down the midline of her stomach, he
paused above her navel and drew a circle with the edge of his
fingernail. Noelle hissed and ground her hips forward, still trying
to align his cock with her clitoris. Before she could beg again, he
used the clip's teeth to pinch her skin, clamping with the nubby
points. She moaned and bucked. "Which do you prefer, Noelle? My
fingernails or the clip?"

"Damn it," she growled. "I am not going to
forgive you for this."

"You'll thank me, though. Answer."

"The clip!"

"Ah, good. Maybe later I'll use it on your
clit."

"Next," she said stiffly. Her pupils dilated,
nearly obscuring her irises. They told a more truthful story about
her arousal than either her responses or her tone.

"Next. Alright." He released the clip and
slid it back into her hair. "What's your favorite thing about being
an attorney?"

"I get to be the one asking the questions,”
she muttered. “
Next
."

Despite his tightly held control, he felt
himself slipping, wanting to yank her pants down and plunge into
her body with every passing squirm of her hips. Relying on his
tentacles to keep her pinned and upright, he broke contact and
backed away a step. The hold she had on his legs loosened but the
tentacles kept her knees raised and her ass flush against the
mirrored wall. Noelle glared while he worked his cock free of his
undergarment and gripped the length in his fist. Precum beaded at
the crown.

Noelle gasped, her chest heaving as her eyes
locked onto his erection. He knew for a fact Manporium had, indeed,
gotten this part right. Her nostrils flared and her tongue touched
the center of her lower lip.

Aya suppressed a shudder. Studying her,
splayed wide and pinned for his pleasure, he was tempted to give up
the game. However, as recalcitrant as she was with answering
questions under duress, she certainly wasn't going to answer them
on her own. He pressed on. "Baby, believe me, I want to fuck you
just as much as you want to touch me. Ten more questions. One: Have
you played with bondage before?"

Eyes narrowed, she said, "John used
shockbracelets on me. Micah liked blindfolds. They both made me
come a lot. Over and over again."

Despite a pang of jealousy in his gut, his
lips tilted. "I'm going to make you come more and harder. Are you
wet for me?"

"You'd know the answer to that yourself if
you'd touch
me
instead of yourself."

"Noelle."

Her eyes dropped, fixing on his fist as he
worked himself. She probably wasn't aware of wetting her lips when
he dragged the pad of his thumb across his slit and stroked the
fluid down his shaft. He was aware of it, though, and his balls
tightened. Eight more questions. But first she had to answer this
one. "You're aware of your body without the use of your hands. Tell
me if you're wet."

"Yes! You know I am.
Aya
."

"What's do you want out of life ten years
from now?"

"An orgasm." Her torso twisted, spine bowing
despite her bonds.

"Maybe you'll have it sooner. Where am I
going to sleep tonight?"

"If—”

He cut her off. "No 'if'. Where?"

She had such expressive eyes, staring knives
at him through the glassy haze of arousal. Her breasts rose and
fell rapidly, heaving with a combination of anger and excitement.
Aya was about to repeat the question when she replied, "In my bed.
Next question."

"Have you said 'I love you' to a man before?"
His strokes paused, her answer suddenly more important than he'd
thought it would be.

She swallowed and shook her head. "No."

He could see the regret in her eyes. She'd
wanted to say it. Was it for a lost opportunity or an opportunity
not yet realized? Suddenly needing her touch, he released one of
her wrists and guided her hand to his cock. Noelle moaned, wordless
thanks, and encircled him reverently. Aya shuddered. His palm
slapped the wall beside her head, his fingers fanning over the
residual warmth left by her hand in the same place.

"Were you too afraid to say it or did you not
feel it?"

"What?"

"Love."

"I haven't had very long relationships." She
hesitated. "I didn't feel it."

"I want to bury myself in your pussy and fuck
you until you're begging me to stop," he confessed, a hot whisper
at her ear. "But the seamsdroid will probably complain I need to
take a shower before I can be fitted for anything else."

Noelle swallowed. Her fist tightened at the
base of his cock. "Come in my mouth."

"No. What's your most secret fantasy?"

"I..." She moistened her lips and didn’t
finish the answer.

Aya kissed the underside of her jaw and the
corner of her mouth. "You?"

"Um. Rose petals and candles.”

"Liar," he whispered. "Tell me the
truth."

Instead of answering, she rolled the head of
his cock against her palm. Aya groaned. He buried his face in the
sweet, warm curve of her neck and rode her fist, thrusting through
the circle of her fingers. His head butted up against her covered
pussy, hard enough that she gasped and clutched him tighter. How
many questions left? Three. No, four. She looped her middle finger
around his balls and squeezed. Sparks of heat shot to the base of
his spine.