by Carew, Opal
His lips parted from hers and he drew back an inch.
“Not like this.”
“What do you mean?” she asked in a daze.
“I can take you to ecstasy with a kiss, but I want our first time to be a full joining. I want to be inside you and for us to find that bliss together.”
Her vagina ached at the thought of his big, hard cock gliding into her. She shifted and his erection—hot and naked—brushed against her belly. She had to fight the urge to grasp it and press it between her thighs, longing to feel it caress her moist flesh.
His hand brushed past her belly as he grabbed his erection and she waited for the intense physical pleasure. But he drew his cock away and flattened it against his stomach, keeping it from penetrating her. She almost moaned in frustration.
“Oh, nata’tai, Eva, I need to be close to you, but my willpower has limits. I can’t keep holding you without going over the edge.”
He tried to draw away, but her body betrayed her. Her arms tightened around him. She couldn’t let him go.
He stroked her cheek. “Laiya, does this mean that you want to…?”
She knew what he was asking and tears prickled at her eyes as she shook her head.
He kissed her temple, the light brush of his lips igniting a flash fire across her skin.
“I know you don’t trust me yet, my love, but I will do whatever you want.” He took her hand and kissed her palm, sending her pulse thrumming. “You may not want me to touch you, but I saw the way you were looking at me on the video.” He stepped back, exposing his naked body to her view. “Do you want to touch me?”
She hesitated. The thought of stroking his hard, taut muscles, of wrapping her hand around his incredible cock, sent her senses into a whirl. The need must have shown clearly in her eyes.
“What if you knew there was no way I could touch you in return?”
Her hot gaze glided over his broad shoulders to his bulging arms, caressed his muscular chest and torso, then came to rest on his enormous cock.
She nodded.
He turned and walked toward the door. She discarded the shirt she still clung to, then grabbed the robe from the cupboard and slipped it on as she hurried after him.
He led her into his room and stepped to a panel on the wall. He typed something in, then opened a sliding door about a foot square and retrieved some black bands from inside.
He wrapped one around each of his wrists and handed her a small device that fit in her palm. The device had two round buttons beside each other. When she glanced at Larson again, he stood at one end of the room, his hands pressed against the wall about a foot from his head on either side.
“Press the button on the right,” he instructed.
She did. A soft hum sounded, then there was silence.
“I am now at your mercy,” he said.
“Yeah, right.”
Did he really expect her to trust a pair of cuffs to keep her safe from his lust? If he got too turned on and lost control, he’d simply break free from the cloth bands and ravage her.
“If you don’t believe me, come and test them.”
She dropped the control device on his bedside table, then stepped to his side and tried to slip her finger between the cloth and his skin, but the band conformed exactly to the shape of his wrist. She pushed on the outside of the band, but it didn’t give. It felt as firm and hard as steel. She grabbed his arm and tried to pull it from the wall, but it wouldn’t budge.
Standing back, she stared at him skeptically.
“Eva, move back a bit more.”
Once she stepped back, he dropped forward. She gasped, but the movement of his body jolted to a halt. Muscles bulged down his arms as his wrists, fastened tight to the wall, held the full weight of his body.
“Now…do…you…believe…me?”
She nodded and he pulled himself back against the wall.
“I’m all yours.”
She smiled as she realized the implications of the situation. She could do whatever she wanted to him without danger. She had her own personal man-toy.
Her nipples tingled and her pussy throbbed. She opened her robe and dropped it to the floor, watching the lust in his eyes blaze brightly. Her gaze locked on his huge cock. As she stroked her nipples, it twitched.
She couldn’t resist. She reached out and touched it, her fingers gliding over the hot, rigid flesh. It felt divine. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked. The look of rapture on his face held her in awe. She kissed his hard, muscle-ridged shoulder, then down the silk-over-steel flesh to one nipple. She dabbed it playfully with her tongue, then sucked hard. He gasped.
She kissed down his rigid stomach, over the rippling muscles, then pushed her twirling tongue into his navel. She leaned back on her heels and admired his erection. At least nine inches of hot, hard marble. She stroked it, feeling the soft kid-leather flesh glide over the rigid muscle beneath.
His cock was incredible. Her pussy twitched, wanting it inside her. She slid her naked body up his, dragging her nipples against him. He moaned. She skimmed her hands up his arms, then linked her fingers with his. Feeling powerful as she held his hands against the wall, she kissed the nook where his neck met his shoulder, then sucked. When she glanced at the red welt she’d raised, a sense of satisfaction whirled through her at the thought she’d marked him as her own.
She slid her hands to his pelvis, stroking around but not touching his twitching cock. Finally, she crouched down and grasped him around the base, then swallowed him as deep as she could and sucked. He groaned. She cupped his balls as she slid back, releasing his cock from her mouth, then licked it from base to tip. Swallowing the head, she twirled her tongue around the ridge. His balls tightened and his whole body stiffened.
“Nata’tai, Eva. That’s so—”
She sucked him deep again and he groaned as hot liquid filled her mouth. She swallowed and sucked, swallowed and sucked, until she’d milked him dry. She released the rigid flesh and licked up his body. She smiled at him and he cocked his head forward to capture her lips, his arms straining against the bands. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him back, loving the feel of his tongue plundering her mouth.
Then she remembered that he’d wanted their first time to be the two of them joined together. She moved back.
“I’m sorry, you told me you wanted our first orgasm to be… um… with you inside me. Now I’ve ruined that.”
He chuckled, his turquoise eyes glittering with delight. “Believe me, my sweet laiya. There is no way you pleasuring me with your lovely mouth could be considered a bad thing.” He tipped his head forward and brushed his lips lightly along her jaw. “And you have not had an orgasm yet,” he murmured softly.
Her lips turned up in a smile. “That’s true.”
“You do want my cock inside you, don’t you?”
“I do, but…” She glanced down at his enormous cock not quite sure how to make this work.
He smiled. “If you like, you can release the bonds from the wall and set them anywhere. I won’t be able to move from that spot.”
She smiled. “Like on the bed?”
He grinned. “Exactly.”
She picked up the control and stared at it.
“Click the left button. That will turn off the position lock. When I lie down, you can position my hands anywhere you like, then press the button again to lock them in place.”
She pushed the button and his hands dropped forward. A devilish smile curled his lips as he strode toward her. Alarm skittered through her and her hand tightened around the remote control, but the small, curved device slipped from her trembling fingers and bounced across the floor.
Chapter 9
Eva gasped as Larson grabbed her and dragged her into his arms. His mouth captured hers and her heart pounded as she melted against him. Her breasts swelled against his hard, hot chest.
A moment later, he released her, then crouched down and retrieved the remote control. He handed it to he
r, then lay on the bed.
She sucked in a breath, exhilaration pulsing through her. She arranged his hands, wrist-to-wrist, above his head, then pressed the left button again. Amazingly, after climaxing only moments ago, his cock still stood straight up, tall and proud.
She considered climbing straight onto his erection, but her wet pussy wanted a different kind of attention first. She straddled him and sat on his chest. The feel of his rock-hard muscles against her slick, hot pussy as she shifted forward almost sent her into orgasm. She pushed back the waves of pleasure, not wanting this to end so soon.
“Since you are so willing to play my sex slave, there’s something I’d like you to do.”
He smiled wickedly. “It would be my pleasure.”
She pushed herself onto her knees, widening her legs as she tilted her pelvis forward. He tipped his head toward her and his long, hot tongue licked her slit. She moaned at the exquisite feel of slick flesh on slick flesh. He dabbed at her clit, then twirled in tight circles. Pleasure pounded through her like surf against the shore. His tongue slid inside her, licked and thrust, then returned to her clit. She nearly fainted at the intensity. The need to feel his cock inside her became overwhelming.
She moved back and grasped his enormous cock, then lifted herself and thrust down on it. She moaned as it penetrated her deep and hard. She lifted and dropped on him again and again, her whole body tingling with delight. Exquisite waves of bliss shimmered along her nerve endings as her moans steadily increased. Then the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced exploded through her. She wailed in ecstasy.
Vaguely, she heard his groans of release and felt his semen erupt into her. She clenched around him, pulling at his cock, wanting his seed inside her. Up and down, she rode him, fast and hard, her entire body trembling in blissful delight. A joyful abandon claimed her and she cried out again.
Finally, she collapsed on him, snuggling into the crook of his neck. She brushed her lips against his collarbone, allowing herself to float away, enjoying the feel of his cock still buried deep inside her. Exactly where it was supposed to be.
* * *
Eva awoke, slowly becoming aware that she was lying on her stomach with something hard beneath her. Her vagina twitched.
And something hard inside her.
She gasped and jolted straight up. Larson’s cock, still erect, filled her vagina.
How long had she been asleep?
She gazed down at the man she held captive between her legs. He smiled up at her.
“Oh my God. You must be stiff.”
His cock twitched inside her.
“That I am.”
Her cheeks blazed.
“I mean…” She shook her head, then dragged herself from his body, feeling a sad emptiness as his cock slid from her depths.
Sitting on the side of the bed, she glanced at the clock on the side table. She’d been asleep for several hours.
“Larson, I’m sorry for… I mean, I slept so long. You must have been…uncomfortable.”
He smiled broadly. “It was sheer heaven.”
Heaven. She’d dreamed of being in heaven. With him.
She stood beside the bed, a little unsteady, and fumbled with the device that controlled his bonds, then glanced at his still rigid cock and hesitated. Clearly, he was ready for sex again. But she trusted him now—at least that he wouldn’t force himself on her. A funny warmth filled her.
She pressed the button to release his hands.
Shakily, she grabbed her robe from the floor and tugged it on, then tied it securely at her waist.
“I’m going to get some sleep.” She hurried to her room, relieved when the door closed behind her.
Okay, so he wouldn’t shove her down and ravage her. That didn’t change the fact he’d kidnapped her and refused to take her home. And insisted she was his soul-mate.
Her heart ached. If only she could believe him.
But she couldn’t. That sort of thing was nonsense.
Despite the desperate yearning she felt for him, even though she’d just left his side. If anything, her need for him seemed to have increased since making love. Like a throbbing ache that threatened to consume her.
* * *
It only took about an hour for Eva’s euphoria at having the best sex of her life to turn to despair. She had fallen victim to Larson’s potent sexuality. Now she wanted him more than ever. She needed him.
She glared at the screen and the incessant erotic images playing across its surface. And that damned thing didn’t help. In fact, he had used it against her. Keeping her in a constant state of arousal until she had succumbed to her raging hormones.
Anger built in her as she realized she’d been duped. Played by him. Betrayed by her own body.
He had stolen her independence. Made her an addict.
Resolute, she decided, here and now, she would break the addiction. She would not allow him to make love to her again. Ever.
She marched toward the screen, then grabbed the bottom of the thin material and jerked, trying to rip it from the ceiling. It resisted, much stronger than it appeared, but she threw her whole body into it and, finally, it tore away from the ceiling, leaving behind a thin, frayed edge. The sound continued and she stormed to the cupboard and grabbed one of her high-heeled shoes, which she’d stored inside, then strode across the room and smashed the heel against the control panel. It survived several blows, but finally the device sparked and crackled. At long last, silence filled the room.
Eva climbed into bed and curled into a tight ball.
The next morning, Larson brought breakfast on a tray. His smile turned to a frown when he noticed the damaged equipment, but said nothing. He left her alone with her breakfast, which she picked at but couldn’t quite find the appetite to finish.
An hour later, when she heard the door whoosh open, she pretended great interest in the book she’d been trying to read for the past twenty minutes. In her peripheral vision, she could see him glance at her speculatively. When she said nothing, he set down a handled box he’d carried into the room with him and set to work on the broken video.
Her stomach knotted in guilt.
“I’m sorry.” She glanced in his direction. “I shouldn’t have broken it.”
His steady gaze unsettled her.
“No harm done. I can fix it.”
He replaced the screen and control panel in silence but did not turn it on. When he finished, he strolled toward her. He stood a few feet away, his masculine presence sending her hormones into frenetic activity. Her breathing became shallow and her pulse accelerated. She could imagine his hand stroking her cheek, sliding down the curve of her neck, stroking over her chest. Her nipples turned rigid as images of his hands cupping her breasts came unbidden to her mind.
“Eva, now that we’ve made love, you must realize the truth of what I’ve been telling you. That we are soul-mates.”
She hugged herself tightly. She had to fight the traitorous response of her body. Her gaze fell on the new video equipment, then shifted to him.
“What I realized was that you took advantage of me. That you eroded my power of reason with constant exposure to sex until I fell victim to desire, even though I didn’t want to.”
His lips compressed into a straight line.
“You wanted to then and you want to now. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.” He paced. “Ignoring me won’t help. Putting distance between us won’t help. The hunger will always be with you. Forever.”
He crouched in front of her and planted his hands on the arms of her chair. He leaned in close, his face inches from hers, his full, masculine lips within kissing distance. Her skin prickled at his nearness, the heat of his body stoking her desire.
“Having a soul-mate can bring you the greatest happiness in the universe—or the greatest misery.” His intense, turquoise eyes burned through her. “You decide which.”
He pushed himself to his feet, then strode from the room. An ache started d
eep in her stomach and echoed through her entire body at the loss of his closeness.
She slumped deeper into the chair and buried her face in a cushion, unable to fight back her tears. She knew he was right. This desperate need for him would tear her apart.
If only she could accept that he was truly her soul-mate, then everything would be so easy. A part of her insisted that she did love him. But she was afraid. How could she trust these feelings, when they’d led to such a disaster before? The damage of Roger’s betrayal had left her wounded and she was just too afraid of being hurt again.
* * *
For the next few days, Eva continued to keep to herself. She felt a little guilty that Larson prepared and served all her meals and cleaned up after them, but then, she hadn’t asked to be kidnapped. There was little to do but read and she found herself getting caught up in the passionate romances despite herself.
She glanced up from her book when Larson entered the room.
“Eva, how long are you going to ignore me?”
She closed her book and laid it on the table beside the bed.
“No matter how long you keep me here, I will never accept this bond you insist we share.”
His mouth flattened as he stared at her intently. She fought the impulse to squirm under his scrutiny. He pulled up a chair and sat across from her.
“Eva, I’ve been asked to do a favor for a fellow crewmate.”
Silence hung between them. She gazed at him quizzically. Why was he telling her this?
“This favor… It involves making love with another woman.”
The words sliced through her. Old wounds puckered open. Memories of her adulterous ex-husband, Roger, strolling in the front door with another woman’s perfume wafting around him, of finding lipstick marks on his shirt collar and the occasional stray earring embedded in the car seat.
Yet the blistering ache in her heart at the thought that Larson might leave her for another woman far outweighed any pain she’d ever experienced at Roger’s indiscretions.
