Nella lowered herself even farther, until at last, his balls were resting right against her.
Her head dropped back, allowing him to skim his tongue up her throat, tasting sweat and water and her. She groaned, closing her eyes, the unfamiliar tightness and his Shareem magic making her mindless.
He knew it didn’t hurt, even if it was her first time, because he was making it not hurt her. His biochemistry kicked in and sent soothing chemicals over her and in her, relaxing her, turning her mind from pain. He could give her that gift, if nothing else.
She started to rock, moving her hips in a rhythm that the body knew instinctively. Rio moved his own hips, a combination of instinct and experience, impaling her even deeper. He almost passed out right there from her walls pressing him so tight.
He felt her contracting and squeezing, her climax nearly on her. If his hands were free, he could stroke her clit and make the coming more intense. Of course…
“Nella,” he commanded, “put your hand on your pussy.”
She opened her eyes, her gaze languid and uncomprehending.
“Put your hand where we’re joined. Feel it.”
He wondered if she could understand him, then she slowly moved her hand between the press of their bodies and found the place where his thick stem pushed into her.
She touched his balls, nearly sending off a rocket of come right there. Then she found her clit. He knew that from the way she gasped, her emerald eyes flying open.
Her eyes were so beautiful. They’d been gorgeous before, but now they were intense and green with flecks of the original gold-brown in them.
Nella rubbed her hand over her clit, and down to the hollow where he shoved into her. Her nails scratched his cock, and slid over her cunt, dripping with cum.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasped. “Now, fuck me.”
Their hips moved together, she wriggled up and down on his cock, her fingers moving and scraping and rubbing. She made soft little noises, and she smelled so damn good, all sex and cum and sweat and her own pretty scent.
His head fell back, his wet hair brushing his ass, the water-soaked tail sliding between his buttocks. A trickle of water slid into his asshole, which was open and relaxed. He imagined her tongue wiping away the drip of water, and then dipping in farther, wet and hot.
He closed his eyes, thrusting up into her. Sensation after sensation poured over him, intense—like nothing had ever been before.
And this was straight fucking, for the gods’ sake. Heightened, yes, by being wet and his hands bound behind his back, but they were not doing anything unusual. He did not have her bent over that so-convenient bench by the edge of the pool while he fucked her with a dildo in her cunt and his cock in her ass. Or the other way around.
He didn’t have her with her hips up, her feet on his shoulders while he ordered her to insert the wand into herself and then lick it clean.
No, this was straightforward, woman on man, up and down, loving each other, in and out, hot, wet, frenzied, incredibly turned-on sex.
“Rio,” she gasped out.
“No, not yet.”
“I need to come. I want to come.” She pressed her fingers harder. He slammed his body to hers, trapping her fingers.
“No.”
“Please, Rio.”
“Not yet, darlin’. I’m going to fuck you until you’re mine.”
She was screaming. She’d worked through his calming touch on her mind and entered the frenzy. “Gods, I love it. I love your huge, hard, delicious cock fucking me.”
She was on the edge of release, not quite there, the wildness still building. He tilted his head back again and thrust and thrust, at the same time jerking and pulling at his bonds.
Her naughty fingers found his balls, worming through the tight space between their joined bodies, and squeezed.
“Fuck,” he said hoarsely, and then he came. His seed shot high into her, and she screamed her own release, tears pouring from her eyes. She writhed on him, and his cum flowed like it would never stop.
He gave one hard jerk on his manacles, and the chain snapped, breaking from both manacles at the same time. He heard the tiny clink of the chain on the matting behind him.
He brought his arms around Nella and held her hard, pushing her down on his cock as it pulsed and danced with his coming.
She held him, kissing him roughly, too frenzied to really focus on their lips meeting. He scraped her hair back from her face and bit and kissed her neck, sucking her sweet, salty skin into his mouth.
He eased himself backward, still inside her, spreading his legs as he moved his weight to his back and butt. He still fucked her, his cock hard and desperate, despite his release.
His body heat was way above normal, his Shareem skin scalding. He’d never felt this out of control before. He remembered months ago, when icy-calm Rees had finally lost his control with Talan, how the man’s blood had nearly burned inside him, how his black chain had steamed against his roasting skin.
Now he knew what that felt like, a woman so intense that even the Shareem safety valve of release wasn’t working. He needed more.
“Nella,” he whispered. His voice was so broken he barely recognized it.
“Mmm?” she said against his chest. Her nipples were tight nubs, hard against him, her sweet cunt still encasing his rock-hard penis.
“I need you to do something for me.”
She raised up on her elbows, spent, her face relaxed and dreamy. “Anything you want.”
Much against his will, he lifted her off him, his needy cock practically whimpering when it came out of her nice, warm nest.
She watched in surprise as he found the chain that had held the manacles. He bent the links so they’d fit back into the holes and bound himself again, this time with his hands in front.
He walked over to his clothes, his cock still out like a flagpole, and retrieved his coiled strap. He laid the strap in her hands. “Whip me,” he said.
She stared up at him, startled. “Why?”
“I need you to.”
“Rio, I can’t hurt you.”
“It won’t hurt me, sweet darling. It will help me. I need more release, and I need it now.”
He walked away from her, over to the wall, looking until he found a suitable jutting rock of the right height. He lifted his arms and dangled the chain over the rock.
Nella rose to her feet and came to him, holding the whip gingerly. “How can this help you?”
“Trust me, baby. Whip your Shareem.”
He heard her intake of breath, saw her nipples tighten as the suggestion made her more excited than she wanted to admit.
She hefted the strap, squeezed her eyes shut, and struck. The whip landed across the backs of his knees with a heavy sting.
“Ouch!” he shouted.
She opened her eyes with a gasp. “I knew I’d hurt you.”
“Just aim for my ass, sweetheart, and it will be fine.”
“Do you expect me to do this when we’re married?”
His heart leapt. She was still talking about marriage, bless her cute little butt.
“It will be our secret. Now, go for it. Hurry, before I burn up.”
Nella bit her lip and drew back the strap, this time keeping her eyes open. It struck his buttocks with a resounding crack.
“Ahhh,” he said. “That’s it.”
She slapped him a couple of times, the lash stinging good, but she still looked worried.
“You’re doing fine, baby. More, please. A little harder.”
He couldn’t find the words to explain that the pain and the excitement mingled until it became one intense experience of pleasure so great that the only way out was release.
All he could say was, “Harder, baby.”
She complied. He felt the sweet sting on his ass, over and over. His anal star opened and relaxed with his pleasure. A few of her slaps slid right between his cheeks, bumping the hole and making him groan.
Sensations
swirled around him, clenching his lungs and heart and cock and ass, as the stinging slaps went on and on.
Something broke in him, like he was a string stretched tighter and tighter until, snap, it was over.
He ripped the chain from the rock wall, and sent both himself and Nella tumbling down to the matting, the whip flying from her hand. He could barely see, blind with his release, but he could smell her and feel her and taste her and hear her.
He came, pumping his seed all over her belly and between her breasts, the hot cum mixing with water and sweat and sealing them together.
His mouth found hers, tongue stabbing into her, while he felt her gather him into her arms.
Love you, love you, love you.
He heard the words from his own throat, echoing around the room. He came and came, wetting her all over, while she watched, her eyes wide, her hand going to her pussy, needing her own release.
Grinning, and still hot, he hauled her to her feet and dragged her with him to the pool. He jumped in with her, the cool water biting into the welts on his ass, soothing them.
Nella clung to him, her supple body against his, legs wrapping around him. She needed to come, bad, oh yes she did, and he was going to take her there so many times.
He held onto her and kissed her wet cheek. He’d made his decision. “All right, love, I’ll come with you to Ariel,” he said. “And we’ll see what happens.”
Chapter Fifteen
Choices
After Rio made his declaration, his tenderness vanished. He kissed Nella hard on the mouth, his tongue assaulting her, as though he was going to make her pay for making him fall in love and agree to marry her.
Nella didn’t care how rough he got because she knew, deep in her heart, that he would never hurt her. He’d earned her trust, and he had it.
She could tell that he wouldn’t hurt her, because as large as he was, as strong as he was, she could see him clench his muscles when he held her or stroked her or even fucked her, holding himself back so he wouldn’t harm her.
He called himself a badass, but he wasn’t cruel. He was dangerous, true, but only because a lady couldn’t get enough of him and would do anything to keep having him.
What he did to Nella exhausted and elated her, excited and frightened her. In the water, he pressed his thumbs to her opening, massaging and working until she released.
While she wilted in his arms, he carried her out of the pool, sat down on the bench, turned her over his knee, and slapped her butt with the whip. He threw her into the pool again right after that, so the cool water could soothe the tingling pain. Then he pulled her out and did it all over again.
He made her lie facedown on the bench while he spread her buttocks and laved and licked her anal star, then fucked it with his tongue. Once she was squealing and rubbing herself on the bench, he turned her over and thrust himself into her quim until they both found release.
They cleaned off from that with another swim, then he lay facedown on the bench, while he had her put her tongue in his hole.
They traded roles with the manacles, sometimes him, sometimes her. Nella wasn’t certain she could think of things exciting enough when she took control, but he seemed to find what she came up with amusing and fun.
She told him to kneel and stroke himself until he came while she watched, she had him lick her pussy while his hands were bound behind his back, she let him teach her how to bump the whip between his legs to stimulate ass and cock at the same time.
Now that her pussy was not out-of-bounds, he had fun telling her to put her own fingers inside, or to take his. Once, he washed off the handle of his whip, lubed it with oil that they found a supply of in a cupboard near the lift, and gently eased it into her pussy.
His eyes went instantly blue when he did this, sweat pooling on his burning skin. “Fuck yourself with it,” he said. “Enjoy it, my bad sweetheart.”
She never in her life would have thought of such a thing. But while he watched, kneeling next to her, his cock huge and erect, she pushed the slick handle into herself, squeezing her thighs around it, loving the feeling of something so stiff and unyielding inside her.
It didn’t take her much time to come, clamping her hands and thighs around the whip handle. He gently eased it out of her, then took her, hard, his face tight with need.
When they were completely exhausted, Rio held her in the shallow water of the pool, sitting on a bench that had been carved into the rock. She lay against his chest, listening to the slow beat of his heart.
“I like being your Dom,” he said softly.
“I like it too.”
He chuckled. The water seemed to be the exact temperature to calm and soothe them. “Are there Doms and subs on Ariel?”
She blinked up at him. “I really have no idea. I do not think we have done a survey.”
“A survey?” He started to laugh, then realized she was perfectly serious. “So you might have Doms and subs?”
Nella shrugged. “What people do for sex in private is no one’s business but theirs. As long as it is consensual and no one is forced or anything like that, people can have whatever kind of sex they want.”
Rio considered this. “I think I’m going to like Ariel. You mean you and I can have as much sex as we please anytime, anywhere?”
“Yes. As long as we don’t disturb anyone.”
“Well then, I think we’d better get some soundproof rooms in your palace.”
Nella looked thoughtful. “I believe I can arrange that.”
He kissed her. “You’re priceless, my princess. Absolutely priceless.”
Nella wasn’t certain whether that was good or bad, but she enjoyed the kiss and the caresses that followed.
* * * * *
They were tired and sore when they finally cleaned themselves for the last time, dressed, and went up to have a meal with the other four. Nella winced when she sat down on the soft dining chair, and Talan and Maia exchanged knowing smiles. They’d been through plenty with their own Shareem.
That night, she and Rio slept together—true sleep—for the first time.
Nella relaxed against Rio’s huge body, liking the soft snores that rumbled his frame. She thought she could do this for the rest of her life, sleep in a wide bed snuggled against Rio.
He was so strong and sexy and protective. One thing she hadn’t understood about a level three Shareem was that while they persuaded a lady to absolute submission, they also protected her from harm and from all others. She was his, and she always would be.
She thought of walking into her parents’ elegant drawing room and presenting Rio. “I’m home and safe, and here is the Shareem who got me here. I have experienced the Bond with him, and will marry him.”
They’d fall out of their antique designer chairs. But no matter. When they came to know Rio, they’d like him. No one could help but like Rio.
Well, maybe it would not be that easy. But Nella was willing to try.
Rio stirred and made a little noise in his sleep. Nella snuggled down beside him, and he draped his strong arm over her. He drew her back into the curve of his naked body, then settled down again.
She was protected and safe and in love. Right now, there was no tomorrow…
No tomorrow was a romantic thought, but morning came all the same, the blazing sun rising quickly into the sky, painting the canyons dramatic blue and purple.
Rio was cheerful as they ate breakfast—fruits from Maia’s sun-protected garden and yeasty bread baked in the town. Primitive fare, but tasty and somehow comforting.
“The sooner we get there, the better,” Rees said. “I will go with you and Nella, but no one else. We’ll draw less attention that way.”
Rio nodded. “It’s about time I got off this rock.” He flicked his gaze around the table. “I’ll miss you all, but you can come visit me in my palace.” His grin of bravado faltered for a moment, and he stood up. “Hell, let’s go before I get maudlin.”
Nella hugged Talan and M
aia and thanked them for all their help. Without them, she’d have been afraid and alone—now she had friends.
Rio hugged them as well, long and hard. Nella realized he loved them, perhaps not in the marriage sort of way, but they were his friends, true friends.
She thanked Rylan also, regretting that she hadn’t had much chance to get to know him. “When you come back,” he said, a glint in his blue eyes, “we’ll show you some real games.”
Nella nodded, but hesitantly. Rylan laughed and winked at her, and she went to find Rio and Rees, who were talking quietly together near the front door.
“You’re sure you want to do this?” Rees was saying. “I know you want out of here, but you’ll be leaving behind everything you’ve known your whole life.”
“Everything I’ve known has been crap,” Rio answered. “You should know—DNAmo was much worse to you than they ever were to me.”
“I held my own,” Rees said.
“Yeah, I heard about some of the things you did to them. I’m surprised any of those researchers could still walk when you were done.”
Rees chuckled. “It wasn’t pretty.” He sobered. “You’ve been a damn good friend to me, Rio, especially when I needed it.” He glanced at Talan across the room.
“I know, I’m a sweetheart.” Rio saw Nella approaching, and held out his hand for her. “When we settle down in our palace, we’ll get you and Talan there. Right, darlin’?”
“Of course,” Nella agreed. “You and Talan are welcome anytime. I will even send a personal transport for you.”
Rees nodded, but he looked skeptical, likely wondering if Nella would go through with marrying Rio and staying with him. She didn’t blame him. Rio had been treated poorly before—why should Nella be any different?
“I will,” she repeated. “I promise.”
Rees simply nodded again. “We’d better go. I don’t want the pilot getting antsy and taking off without you.”
* * * * *
The transport area for Canyon Roble was small, holding only two ships at a time, with a wide, flat area carved out of the desert to the east of it, in case they needed to house a third ship.
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