by Alyx X
“I can and I will. You want a barbarian, then I’ll give you one. You are right in only one thing, Nora. I do want you. I’ve wanted you since the day I saw your file. I fought hard to get us into this program just so I could claim you as mine. I refuse to let anyone take you away from me, including my father.”
“What do you mean—”
Something snaked out and wrapped around my wrists, and yanked up so that my arms were pulled to the wall. I glanced up to see what looked like steel rope wrapped around my wrist. They were cold, but more pliable than steel.
“What are you doing?” I screeched out, yanking on my arms.
“I’m going to punish you, Nora. I told you—no one has ever gotten away with talking to me the way that you have.” He kissed along my chin, his hands working my dress up until it pooled around my stomach.
“I don’t want this.”
“Really? Do you really not want this? Answer me truthfully, Nora. I don’t need you yelling at me later that I took advantage of you.” His eyes drew me in as he waited patiently for my answer.
I opened my mouth to say no, but nothing came out. I blinked furiously. It was easy, all I needed to do was so no. But then what? What did he plan to do to me if I said it? Would he really stop? I’d heard about plenty of men who never listened.
My question must have had been clear on my face because his smile was achingly sweet and sad as he said, “Say no, and I won’t do anything more to you. I won’t force you. I won’t touch you. Not until you tell me. And if you never tell me to, then I never will. Even if my heart and body scream for you.”
The vulnerability in his statement nearly broke me. How hard was it for a proudful prince such as Kyel to say such things to me? He made me feel like I mattered. And the way he had treated me in the pool. No one had ever been that gentle, that responsive to my needs before. I ached for more of that and Kyel’s expression said he ached to give it to me. Treat me as I should be treated as a living creature.
“Yes,” I whispered, not sure where my answer came from. I only knew that if I said no, regret was going to be my friend and I didn’t want it.
“Do you accept my punishment?”
I bit my lip.
“I won’t hurt you.”
“Isn’t that the opposite of a punishment?”
He smirked. “You’ll see. But I won’t hurt you.”
“Fine.”
His smirk widened and he leaned down, taking my lips in a harder kiss, one that claimed me to my very soul. It stole my breath, sent all my blood cells into a flurry, and almost had me begging for more.
Kyel carefully tore my dress at the seams, making it easy for him to remove it and leaving me bare to him. His gaze was hot is traveled down my body, pausing on my breasts, where my nipples were already impossible hard, then further down stopping at the spot between my legs. I was already wet for him, the feel of his gaze too stimulating.
“I heard a female human’s nipples are sensitive. Are yours?”
“Why, what are you going to do?”
“Nora, this is part of your punishment. I suggest you answer my question before you make it harder on yourself.”
“Fine. Yes.”
He smirked, leaning forward and cupping my breasts. “They are so much softer,” he whispered. His fascination in my body excited me. It was my body that he was into, my body that he enjoyed touching and looking at. It made me feel powerful, even if this was going to be my discipline. If he kept looking at me like I was someone precious, then I didn’t mind whatever punishment he decided to dole out.
Gently, he pinched my nipple. I tried to squirm, needing to alleviate the building need in me.
“Do not move,” Kyel warned. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and finger, squeezing to add more pressure.
“Kyel,” I gasped, not sure what I wanted or expected from him.
“Right now, you do not get to make demands. If you keep it up, I will gag you.”
I snapped my mouth shut. The idea of being gagged sent a thread of fear through me.
Kyel played with both my nipples, increasing my sensitivity to his touch. He withdrew, and I whimpered, wanting his hands on me.
“This isn’t about your pleasure,” he said. Tendrils from the wall came out and wrapped around my breasts, squeezing hard. I yelped at the pain.
“You’re okay,” Kyel crooned.
“I’m not.”
“Do you want me to stop.”
No. I wanted him in me, filling me, making me scream his name. I wanted his touch on me, not…these. The black tendrils wrapped completely around my breasts and then around my pointed nipples. They pulsed, squeezing and releasing me. It was a sensation I never felt before and moaned.
My legs parted and it took me a moment to realize more of the same binding that were around my wrists had wrapped around my legs and they were separating me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice higher pitched.
Kyel stood before me, naked, his two cocks standing straight up, bumping into each other as he shifted. He cocked an eyebrow. “Nora.” There was some chastisement in his voice. “You know what I’m doing.”
He kneeled on the bed and hovered over my pussy. I was already so wet and ready for him. He ran his finger through my pussy lips before circling around my clit.
“You’re so beautiful, Nora,” Kyel said in a gruff voice. He teased the entrance, circling around and around. I tried to move, needing him to give me relief. “I know what you want and that is exactly why you aren’t going to get it.”
“What?” I gasped out as he dipped a finger into me and curled it, hitting that sweet spot that threatened to send me over. Then he removed his finger, taking away that pleasure. A taste was all he gave me, but I needed more to orgasm.
“You don’t get to come. Not until I let you. That is your punishment. I’m going to drive you crazy, little one. I’m going to make you beg me for release. And only when I believe that you have repented will I allow you to have your orgasm. Is that understood?”
“No.” The idea of being built up like that and then not allowed to come was already driving me crazy and he hadn’t really begun yet.
“Yes, Nora. I am not joking about this. You need to learn that what you have done, the way you speak and react, the way you challenge me is unacceptable. If you do that in public, others will expect I punish you, if not kill you. You need to learn to act respectfully toward others depending on their position.”
“In public? So in private?”
Kyel smirked. “I love the warrior in you. Our ways are new to you, but you will learn. And I’m going to teach you. Tonight, that means I need to remind you that in the eyes of my people, you are expected to bow down to them.”
There was no stopping the snort that came out of me. That sounded utterly ridiculous. Kyel chuckled. “I agree. But I must still punish you for the way you have acted toward me.”
He reached down and I felt pressure in my ass. I tried to move away, but the binding tightened, keeping me still. I was strapped. The pressure intensified.
“I will not take you here, not yet, but I promise you, by the end of this trip, you will know what it feels to take both my cocks. For now, I’m going to get you used to the feeling.”
The pressure returned again, but it was quickly overshadowed by Kyel’s mouth on my clit. He scraped his teeth along it and I nearly came then and there. As soon as I was ready to burst, he pulled away.
“No,” I moaned.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” Kyel warned. “If I wish to fuck you with my tongue. Then I will. If I want to use my fingers instead, then I will.”
He inserted two fingers, pumping them hard. Pleasure bloomed from inside, stretching out as my body grew hotter with the building tension. As his fingers drove me wild, his thumb brushed against my clit, nearly bringing me to the top.
“I need to come,” I gasped, trying to buck against the holds keeping me still.
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p; “No.” Kyel stopped.
Frustration and need stabbed at me and I was ready to scream.
Kyel’s chuckle felt more like a mockery as he grinned down at me. “This is only the beginning, little one.”
I shuddered at his dark promise of pleasure without release. It was a dark torture that was going to drive me crazy.
And Kyel made good to his promise. He kept bringing me to the height of orgasm, only to let me land flat without any kind of relief. Then he’d do it.
Again and again.
By the time I was reaching my breaking point, I wanted to cry. It hurt. It hurt so damn much and at the same time, I loved it. I loved that he knew so much about my body to bring so much pleasure. He used all of me to do it, my tits, my pussy, my clit, my mouth. Damn. He even found spots along my neck, my wrists, my knees. He touched all of me, made me feel so fucking good, but then left me hanging.
“I hate you,” I cried out. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”
“Really?” Kyel whispered in my ear. “Do you really hate me?” He grabbed my hand and wrapped my fingers around one of his hard cocks. “Because I can never hate you.”
With his hand around mine, he pumped his cock. The throb of his cock made my pussy clench with want. This was exactly what I wanted in me. I gave it a squeeze to let him know exactly what I wanted.
Kyel nipped my earlobe. “Do you feel how hard I am? How much I want you?”
My response was more of a hiss. “Yes.”
“Do you want to feel me? For my cock to stretch you open?”
“Please. Please do it. I need it.”
“Are you apologetic? Do you understand what I need from you?”
“To behave. In public. To not give anyone a reason to hurt me.”
“Exactly, Nora. If you are publically disobedient, I may not always be there to keep you safe. I need you safe.” He nuzzled my neck and I blinked back tears as reality crashed into me. As I truly understood what he meant. If I said the wrong thing to the wrong person at the wrong time, they could kill me. Especially if Kyel wasn’t around to stop them. In his world, I was only a human, an earthling. To many of his people, I was seen as a slave. My death would be nothing to them.
But to Kyel, it’d be everything. I’d cause him so much pain and suffering all because I hadn’t controlled my mouth. On their planet, the hardass persona could truly get me killed while on mine, it was a shield used to stay alive.
“I get it,” I sobbed out, wishing I could hug him, to pull him closer so I could reassure him. “I’ll behave. I’ll keep myself alive for you.”
His shoulders slumped and some of the tension left his body. “Good girl.”
Then he slid into me, slow and careful. Gentle.
I gasped, loving the fact that I was finally full of what I wanted most—Kyel.
“I’m going to have to get a mirror.” Kyel grunted, sliding in further. “Your pink, swollen pussy taking my cock is the hottest thing in the galaxy.”
He flexed his hip, moving back and forth. He did something else and I felt his second cock between my butt cheeks. Kyel moved, creating a rhythm that was everything I needed and more in that moment. The binding on my wrists disappeared, though the tendrils on my breasts remained. They pulled and tweaked at my breasts, making sure to add a little sting to my nipples. Kyel was creating a blurry line of pain and pleasure, and I found myself wanting more.
“Hold onto me,” Kyel grunted out, pumping harder. His expression was of deep concentration, his muscles flexing as he worked to make sure I felt good. I wrapped my arms around him and held on.
The pleasure built up and up, and I cried out, needing to release it. I felt like someone shoved one of the atom neutralizers used in the last world war inside of me and when it exploded, I was going to be destroyed on an atomic level.
My breathy voice quivered as I said, “Kyel, I need to…”
Kyel kissed me hard. “I know. Do it. Let yourself go. I’m here, so nothing will happen.” He kissed me again and with his lips pressed to mine, said, “Let go.”
And I did. My body convulsed as the heat exploded through me. I swore it was going to consume me like the heat flares back home. I cried out, my body tingling, my senses overloading. My pussy clenched around Kyel, feeling him moving inside. That only sent me over again, orgasming as he continued to pump inside of me.
“That’s right,” Kyel said through clenched. “Good girl. You’re so fucking perfect.” Then Kyel groaned, my insides filling with something hot, almost burning. He tweaked my clit, causing my body to jerk from his touch.
“No more,” I moaned. “I won’t survive. You’ll kill me.”
Kyel chuckled before kissing me. “Won’t happen, Nora.”
“I disagree.”
The smirk Kyel gave me was dangerous. He leaned forward and kissed me briefly. “That sounds like a challenge. I shall prove to you that you will not die from pleasure overdose.”
Involuntary laughter escaped me, but by the light that entered his eyes, turning his gaze into molten lava, I realized he really did mean it.
This man really was going to prove to me that when it came to pleasure, there was no dying from it.
11
Kyel
The ice in the Cosmic Myser clinked together as the glowing blue liquid swirled and sparkled. It held my attention, keeping me in a trance as it continued to swirl on its own. Wanting to taste the storm brewing in the drink, I sipped at it, my taste buds lighting with the nip of the tsunami in the bottle. It went down smoothly, cooling the burning ache inside of me. I slammed the glass down, the feel of the drink strong enough to hit my senses hard. A heavy haze fell over me, helping to keep me under control.
An ache that hadn’t gone away the moment Nora stepped out of the room refused to go away. Only the drink helped to quench the need inside. She had been mine for only two days. It wasn’t long enough. But she was right. She did need to go to class and she didn’t want to draw any more attention to herself.
With what we’d done for the last two days, that was for the best. And I needed time to plan. I crossed the line and there was no going back. Nora was mine now. All I could do was ensure that she remained safe. Nora had called me a barbarian. After these two days of having her wrapped around my cock and in my embrace, I definitely felt like one. It took all of me not to go hunt her down and drag her back.
She was turning me into a sap.
I leaned back on the couch, stretching out my limbs as all my thoughts went back to Nora. Her beauty, her intelligence. The way she always challenged me. Nora never backed down from me and that was exactly what I needed in a mate, someone to remind me when I was being a tyrant. I smirked. Yes, Nora would never take any of my bullshit.
Remembering her touch and the way my muscles quivered under her menstruations, my cocks harden. I reached down and grabbed myself, giving myself a few pumps. I hardened more, remembering the sound of her breathy voice as she moaned in pleasure. How she said my name. I pumped harder, my cocks pulsing in my hand as I grew impossible hard, ready to explode. The tips of my cocks glistened as some of my silvery cum released. Her breasts came to mind, her firm, round breasts bouncing in my face as she rode me, her fingers digging into my muscles as I brought her over. The feel of her tight bud as I drew her nipple into my mouth, biting down gently. That last nudge that brought her over.
“Nora.” I groaned, ready to explode when loud pounding disrupted my fantasy.
Fuck.
The pounding picked up against, hard enough to shake my quarters. My dicks went to half-mast and I cursed whoever was on the other side. By the incessant knocking, I figured it to be my best friend. The man had left me alone these last couple of days, too busy dealing with the bullshit of those on our ship who liked to pretend they held any kind of importance.
Covering myself with my robe, I got up and stretched, before hitting the button to open the door.
Drayl breezed by me with a domed plate in his hand.
“Fuck man, I let you pout for two days. It’s been long enough. Getting water splashed in your face isn’t the end of the world.” He placed the plate on the table. “Besides, there are plenty of mortal pussies here for you, and they’re at least trained to please a Riexian. I have a selection outside for you, still pure, but ready to be pounded into. Get the girl out of your head. We have business to be done and I can only handle it myself for so long until they demand to talk to you instead.”
Wondering if Drayl really did line up women for me, I peeked outside and saw them there. Four of them lined the wall, all of them the whores in training, wearing bright red clothes and looking shy, but ready. The nervousness that I had seen from them at the beginning was gone as they gained more experience dealing with us. Their makeup was simple and flawless, highlighting their individual features. Their dresses clung so tightly to them that they might as well have walked around naked.
“Go,” I said to them, containing my amusement at my best friend. “Your services aren’t needed.”
They blinked in confusion before I scowled. That got them running down the hall and around the corner.
“Are none of them to your liking? I can bring more.”
I shook my head. “No need. I have already made my selection.”
“You did?” Drayl glanced around the room, as if she’d already be there. “Who?”
Drayl was going to blow my eardrum when he heard my answer, but it has been done, the decision made. Nora was right, I couldn’t continue to act spineless if I wished to find my own life in my world. If that meant standing against my father, then I had to do it. I couldn’t let that man to continue to take from me. Not anymore.
“No.” Drayl’s eyes widened in shock. “You didn’t. Blood Goddess have mercy on us, tell me you are not claiming that girl.”
Refusing to look away, I said, “I am.”
Drayl’s mouth popped open. He tried to say something but settled on spluttering instead. He paced, muttering low enough that even my superior hearing couldn’t pick up on it.
