Cyberella: Preyfinders Universe

by Cari Silverwood

  If she seemed hurt or weak he could stop himself. He’d be careful. Careful enough.

  “I need to claim you again, my princess.”

  No words from her, but then sometimes words were obstructions that made the world impossibly logical when all you needed was your primitive urges. He could see her need in every movement of her body, in her eyes, her breathing, and the visible bounce of her pulse.

  He drew his finger across her neck above the rope, feeling her softness and the hardness of the rope, then the dip beside the long muscle where her artery beat. The beat quickened as he stroked her.

  He leaned in and put his lips on hers, kissing her languidly before capturing her bottom lip in his teeth, pulling it outward and releasing it. “That was your fairytale kiss. But what I want to do to you next isn’t fairytale.”

  She leaned up and kissed him too. Eyes closing, sighing, she sank back to the pillow. “Fairytales can only take you so far.”

  “Agreed. Right now I want to fuck you senseless.”

  He drew her bound wrist above her head and held it there. That she only writhed under him as he kissed her again, pushing herself onto his thigh where he’d shoved it between her legs, it made him think, extrapolate.

  “Pretty girl, I can see you’re into this, even if you say you can’t completely remember me.” He brushed hair from her eyes. “I’m going to tie you to the bed awhile. Do you need to use the bathroom?”

  She nodded.

  “Go then.” He undid the rope and watched her saunter to the door in that indescribably female manner.

  When she reappeared, he beckoned and she came to the bed, and when he asked her, she offered him her hand. No hesitation.

  “Thank you.”

  With her watching his every move, he climbed from the bed, retied her wrist, and fastened the end of the rope to the bed leg. Still kneeling, he looked along the line of her arm, from wrist rope to her expectant eyes. She could have little clue as to what he intended but she was trusting him.

  He uncurled her fingers and pressed his lips to her palm. “I’m going to go buy something from the shop this rope came from. I want you to stay here until I get back. You can get loose if you have to but unless it’s an emergency, don’t. I’ll bring breakfast too.”

  Ella nodded.

  Her lack of words when she could speak was interesting. He smiled devilishly and bit one of her fingers, then stood and rested a knee on the bed. It’d be up to an hour before he returned. Leaving her uncomfortably aroused would be entertaining. He had no devices, but still...

  He found her comm in her backpack, then found his knife and cut off a good length of the rope. Without removing her shorts, he tied the rope around her waist, drew one end between her legs, and made a knot at about the right spot to rub on her clit.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  “You’ll see. Don’t take this off unless you don’t want to sit down for a week.”

  From the twitch of her eyebrows, the minor threat had aroused her curiosity.

  “You don’t mean that.”

  “Try me.”

  Her wry smile then head shake and sideways look made his heart kick up a notch.

  “You liked me threatening you with spanking?”

  “Uhhh. I’m not sure.”

  Torgeir chuckled.

  He knotted the piece that ran between her legs onto the front of the waist rope, adjusting the tension until the rope squashed the crotch of her panties and rode up into her slit. To see if she could feel pleasure, to let her know this was what he wanted her to feel, he ran his finger along and over the rope, from her nether hole area to her mons, pressing and toggling the rope to and fro. Then he tip-tapped his fingers on the reverse path, walking the rope, while watching her face.

  “Oh. That’s...” When he found sensitive places, she gave little grunts and twisted on the bed.

  “I’ll leave your comm here with the alarm on. When it goes off, I want you to wriggle against this.” He hooked his finger under the rope and pulled, making her squeak, then he slipped aside the edge of her panties and found her entrance. Already her moisture was leaking out onto her panties and shorts. “I want this rope wet by the time I get back.”

  She frowned. “That seems so dirty.”

  “Exactly. Dirty is good. Keep thinking like that.”

  He gave her one last, hard kiss while finger-fucking her only to the depth of his first knuckle.

  Before he let the front door close, he heard an exasperated sigh come from the bedroom. At least she couldn’t see his grin.

  The shop assistant processed his order quickly, apart from trying to sell him the rest of the shop. It was the trek up and down the stairs and shafts that took the most time. He slipped in the door carrying his goods, and left the bags on the table in the living room. The huge stone beam that ran across the ceiling had the pierced metal work he recalled, and Mimi was perched above the door. Spread flat like a pancake, but it was her.

  How long had she been up there? Never mind. He shook his head then went into the bedroom to fetch Ella.

  “Did you do as I said?” He asked her this as he walked to the bed. She looked aroused to him – flushed, her lips and breasts seemed fuller, but what he wanted had to be checked by hand...or fingers.

  “Yes.”

  “And?” He sat down. Where the rope rode up into her cleft, it was soaked. He released her wrist rope from the bed leg then stripped the rope harness from her crotch and waist, placing small kisses as he worked, on her exposed belly where the shirt had gathered and bared her.

  “What do you think?” Then she added, as if she were embarrassed to admit it, a soft, “Yes.” She sat up against the pillow and bowed her head, watching him through her hair. “I’m not sure why, but this feels much dirtier than just tying me up.”

  “You don’t like being my wanton, dirty princess?” Just to make sure she got the answer right, he put his hand between her legs.

  “A dirty princess?” She sighed. “I could...should swear at you but yes, mister stranger, I guess do. Like it, that is.”

  “I’m still a stranger?” It was disturbing on one level, but they desired each other and she did remember him. He could deal with that.

  “I don’t know how to describe it. My memories have been messed with twice now, that I know of.”

  “Oh? I don’t think you told me that before.”

  “I didn’t?” Ella had that little wrinkle on her forehead but she let out a long breath and leaned in to kiss his chin and hold his wrist momentarily, as if to check he really did have his hand on her pussy. “Maybe I didn’t but for now, I really, really, want to see what you were about to do.”

  Her words were enough to make him refocus on sex...and rope, and all that he was thinking of seconds ago.

  “Later then, Ella, you will tell me more later.”

  She nodded and he answered her with a grim smile. “What did I plan? To tie you to the ceiling outside so I could do whatever I wanted to your sweet luscious body.” He looked under his brows at her. “That suit you?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

  “Come then.”

  He led her out to the living room, hand in hand, though her one wrist was still bound and he held the coiled rope. He had a fierce need to both care for her and see what he could do to her. To make her orgasm and scream. It was disconcerting and also intensely appealing.

  By inviting him to tie her up, even if it was in that old note, it seemed she’d undone a lock on needs he’d kept suppressed. Now they were out, he didn’t know how to lock them in again.

  “Ella. Tell me if what I do is too much for you. Okay?”

  Her nod was so innocent it hurt him. He needed to be careful for them both.

  The first package was lunch, the second held restraint devices – cuffs and bars, things he hadn’t even gone down there to buy. He undid the rope o
n her wrist, unpicking the knot while he thought how to go about this.

  The entire hank of coiled rope weighed heavy in his hands.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  Even watching her obey that simple command had his cock at hard attention.

  “Give me your hands.”

  Her, naked and holding out her hands to be restrained, it was almost an epiphany. Twenty years of his life he’d devoted to denying his upbringing. On Sicar, rape was the way territories were managed when battle left a place unclaimed and only the woman remained. He’d gone to war against the Bak-lal off planet and learned other ways.

  It seemed he’d not lost all his inclinations for bondage. Rope on Ella drove him crazy. Especially this red rope she’d chosen. The craving bothered him, unless she wanted it too.

  He took her hands where she held them out to him and turned them over so they were palm upward, smoothed his thumbs across while watching her. He was no expert at this, with knots and so forth, though he planned to learn more if it agreed with them both. It was why he’d gone down and bought cuffs.

  “How are you going?” And just saying that messed it up a little, muddied the atmosphere, but he had to ask.

  “Okay.” Again with that wide-eyed look. Innocent. Trusting. It killed him.

  “When you say that, it makes me want to do bad things to you.”

  “I’m...okay with that.”

  “You trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  Okay. He had what he needed. Her words freed him.

  He cuffed her, firmly. He wrapped the leather about both wrists and slid the tongue through, then locked it down, keeping his hands on her, making her feel his control. He threaded rope through the middle where her wrists were linked then climbed on a chair to feed the end through the metal-faced hole in the beam. Then he drew it taut until she had her arms stretched and fastened above. Anchored to the leg of their enormous dining table, it would hold her, even if she tugged, or if she shrieked in the throes of passion.

  Cutting off the rest of the rope seemed criminal but he needed it for Ella.

  Of course, he took the opportunity to molest her in the process. Finger-fucking was the easiest but he also kneeled to suck on her thighs and to bite her there, or on her ass cheeks, or to lick her clit while he held her still with his fingers clawed into her ass. Her little whimpers and foot stomps, how she eventually thrust herself at him, it spurred him on.

  This wasn’t just restraint; it was a decoration of Ella as well as desecration. He entwined the rope, knotting it, feeling her body as he went, her muscles, her soft curves. His fingers strayed everywhere – her neck, her belly button, the hollow of her back, her butt...her slit.

  “I can do anything to you,” he said from beside her ear. Her legs caved then, for he’d forced his fingers deep inside her pussy.

  Rope ran down her back like a spine. He’d looped it to her front, then to her back, then her front, crisscrossing, bringing her breasts into highlight.

  “Don’t go away.” He took the strands of rope down between her legs, either side of her pussy lips, and connected them at the back.

  Slowly, he stepped away to admire his ornamental girl. One step, two, like an artist after the last daub of paint or strike of chisel. Bound in red. Best of all, perhaps, was seeing how she seemed to enjoy his attention.

  All of her was his, wrapped tight and waiting.

  He stripped off his shirt then his pants and he walked to her, making a small detour to the table to pick up the spreader bar. His soles padded across the cool stone. The bar clanked when he laid it on the floor.

  Ella’s eyes were bright. Her hands opened and flexed then she grabbed the rope that ran from above to the cuffs. Her hips swayed as if in invitation. Though he’d only moments before ran the two strands of rope between her legs, the sight of her mons and clit squeezed up by the pressure gave him palpitations.

  “Not sure my heart can take much more.” He dallied, not touching her, just doing a perimeter check, circling and studying his creation. “All of you looks edible.”

  “You like me, like this?”

  “Again with that husky voice. Do I like you tied up? I want to keep you like this all day. Available.” The rope divided her breasts at the cleavage, surrounded them, and made them jut out so prettily. He wrapped a hand around each breast and pulled until she had to tiptoe forward. “Now I’ve got you.”

  He taunted her with tiny kisses while his thumbs scraped around and around her nipples. “Give me some sounds, those dirty ones you can’t help making.”

  She bit her lip and shook her head. So he teased her some more, nibbling down the side of her neck, while holding her by the throat and breast, diverting his nibbling to her mouth for another cursory kiss then biting the nipple of her captured breast. By then she was panting. He squeezed harder on her breast and kissed her properly, until he had her moaning into his mouth.

  When she twisted her hips, he pressed his thigh between hers, increasing the force in time with his words. “That’s my girl. Keep going.”

  Her reply was incoherent, another sweet moan.

  Releasing her breast and throat, he bit his way down her body in the spaces between the rope, holding her here and there, at hips and ass, leaving teeth marks and evoking breathy squeals.

  Down on one knee, he could see that already her pussy dripped with wetness. He fumbled for and found the spreader bar, too fascinated by how he’d aroused her to look away for long.

  With her ankles caught in the cuffs at the end of the bar, Ella was thoroughly immobilized. The moisture welling from her pussy enticed him and he caught it with his tongue, swiping along the seam of her swollen cleft and ending his tongue journey with a final swirl around her clit.

  She squealed again, trying to dodge, but the rope about her hands and the bar holding her legs apart made it easy to keep her still.

  “Too sensitive?”

  “Mmm.” She nodded, looking sorry and pouting.

  “Too bad.”

  Chapter 26

  Torgeir licked at her clitoris.

  She whined and uttered a plaintive, “Nooo.”

  But he only grinned up at her while his tongue lay warm and soft over her delicate button of flesh. The ache heightened, waxing and waning to the beat of her pulse. He resumed licking and she twitched.

  The over stimulation made Ella try to dance away. Try. Not easy to do when her legs were strapped a few feet apart. He shut that down by holding her lower body rock steady. Eventually, what his mouth was doing to her overcame her nerves and pleasure returned, trickling in.

  He sucked and wet heat flooded her clit.

  Mouth open, she swallowed against her dry throat. He was down there at knee level, licking her, and she was tied and quivering – hands inextricably above, her legs spread, presented for him to do with as he pleased. There was much to be said for this. Mainly...

  Fuck.

  Every move, everything he did, reinforced the fact that he believed she was his.

  She’d known this was a little crazy. She was trusting him because of a mess of reasons – her former self, the note, her body’s reactions. But above and beyond all of that, the tie between them was strengthening.

  She loved whatever he wanted to do to her because it was him.

  The center of her universe was down there, paying homage to her, torturing her, and no matter that she’d lost some clarity as to her past, he was clearly a big part of it. Especially his teeth and tongue.

  Another lick or three had her knees shaking.

  Another. Then more sucking.

  Too much. She shuddered into an impromptu orgasm. Her gasps were distant punctuations, her body tremors so automatic she fell into them and barely knew how it happened. Torn free of the world, mind battered, she couldn’t stand and swung by her hands until he rescued her, standing behind her and cradling her.

  “That’s not the end of it.” He gn
awed at her shoulder. “You’re so bad, coming before I said to.”

  She laughed, overcome by the ridiculousness in the fog of such pleasure. “You made me.”

  “Ahh. Right answer.”

  His next bite, high on her shoulder muscle, kept going, deep, and it made her freeze. She couldn’t get away. Where his teeth mauled her began as scorching pain but changed. Inescapably intimate, it filled her, it shook her loose from everything that mattered. Then her breath unstuck from her throat. She choked and gasped, sagging.

  “I’m sorry. I needed that. To mark your skin.” He nuzzled her ear. “If my full bond mark doesn’t grow on you soon I’m going to have to cover you in bites instead.”

  “Oh god,” she breathed. “No.” He licked where he’d bitten her and she smiled, her eyes closing in the aftermath of that little attack. She left her neck exposed, throbbing, while he kissed it. “I understand.”

  “Good. I’m glad you do. If anyone else tried to claim you, I’d kill them without hesitation. There’s no choice for me in this either. I’m going to fuck you now, in the same way as I bit you, because I have to.”

  She tensed. This sounded ominous.

  He inserted his cock between her wide-apart legs, sliding it along her seam. While he kept one arm about her body hugging her to him, he probed at her folds with his hand, shifting the rope into the creases between ass and inner thighs. He shoved into her, splitting her so brutally she cried out. Her back curved in that coarse and primal way, to let him enter her easily, to fuck her easily. Female surrender.

  No finesse. These were violent, deep thrusts that drove her forward into his arm and made her wrists feel the strain of the rope above. The slap of his body against her ass, the wet sounds of impact and withdrawal, the quiet moan of rope wrung back and forth on metal, mingled with her cries and his. After he picked her up to hold her suspended off the floor, her g-spot was hammered into submission. She screamed as the last few pumps of his cock shattered her and sent her into oblivion.

  Feeling him come inside her was the key.

  In her heart was the knowledge, written in bright relief.