by Lolita Lopez
Menace found the perfect rhythm with his tongue. Naya’s breathing deepened. Her breasts ached and the clamps pinching her nipples suddenly changed from a minor annoyance to a surprising accentuation of the pleasure rippling through her belly. Eyes closed, Naya concentrated on Menace’s soft, pliable tongue flicking her clit and his big hands pushing her thighs wide open. It was the image of being fully at his mercy that sent her over the edge.
“Menace!” She shouted his name as the first wave engulfed her. Fighting to surface from the wild pulses of ecstasy, Naya held tight to the fabric loops above her head and undulated atop the low couch. “Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Just as the first ripples of pleasure started to slow and spread out, Menace changed his tactic. He sucked her clit, using hard, long tugs on the swollen pearl to bring her right back to the edge again. He released the bud and used his now firm tongue to swipe side to side across it.
Naya lost it. “Ah! Ah! Unnnnhhhh!”
The guttural groan that left her throat echoed off the playroom’s walls. She snapped her hips and pushed her pussy even tighter to his mouth. Menace hummed excitedly and lashed her clit until she thought she just might die. The waves of pleasure overwhelmed and drowned her.
Menace finally backed off. His licks slowed and decreased in pressure. He kissed her clit twice and wiped his mouth on her lower belly. She still shuddered with aftershocks when he pushed back onto his knees and grabbed the flogger from the nearby countertop.
Even through the haze of lust, she realized what was going to happen now. She should have been scared. She should have tried to roll of the couch and flee but she didn’t. Mellowed out by those powerful orgasms, she felt more inclined to trust him. He’d shown her nothing but pleasure so far, hadn’t he?
Menace caressed her leg. “Keep your hands over your head and your thighs wide open. I want those feet planted right there. Don’t move when I strike you. That’s the first rule you have to learn when we’re playing impact games. Understood?”
“Yes sir.”
His eyebrow arched in surprise. “Sir?”
She gave a little shrug. “It seemed appropriate. You remind me of the headmaster at my old school with all the rules you’re spouting and that scary thing in your hand.”
He snorted with amusement. “Remind me to hit up the shop tomorrow. I think some costumes might be in order.”
She frowned. “Costumes?”
“I’ll explain later.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “This won’t hurt. You’re going to love it.”
She wasn’t so sure about that, but she’d been skeptical about the multiple-orgasm thing and he’d proven her wrong. He’d been right about the clamps too.
Sitting back on his heels, Menace gathered the long, wide tendrils of the flogger in one hand and gripped the handle with the experience of a master. Her personal experience with being beaten by others told her that he wasn’t far enough away or high enough up to really harm her. There wasn’t enough room for him to get a good swing going.
The tendrils thwacked her left inner thigh first and then the right. The soft tongues licked at her lower belly and then her thighs again. With each flick of his wrist, Menace increased the pressure and the speed. The slow, thudding beat soon became something a bit snappier. Her skin erupted in a blush of heat. It was the strangest sensation and one that she quickly began to enjoy.
It stunned her that something she’d once loathed with the fury of a thousand suns now made her pussy ache with need. What the hell was happening to her? Maybe Menace had it wrong. It wasn’t the Harcos women who were aroused by and needed these kinds of games to climax. It was she.
Menace had scooted back enough to put some power into the hits. She moaned as the fast-flicking tongues of the flogger smacked the sensitive skin of her belly and thighs. When they brushed across her breasts, she gasped. Her already throbbing nipples cried out for more stimulation but she didn’t dare let go of the fabric loops she gripped.
And then Menace shocked her by directing the last three whacks right onto her pussy. She cried out at the unexpected thwacks. On instinct, she started to close her legs to protect her vulnerable flesh but remembered at the last second that she wasn’t supposed to move.
Menace caught the quick correction. “Good girl.”
His compliment and pleased smile left her feeling so incredibly proud. He tossed aside the flogger and fell between her legs again. His skin felt cool against the red-hot patches on her thighs. He attacked her pussy with his tongue. It took less than a minute before she shrieked his name and came hard. “Menace! Menace! Yes!”
He lifted his lips from her sex and crawled over her. Mouth hovering just above hers, Menace removed one nipple clamp and then the other. The rush of blood into her pinched nipples made her growl. He smothered her with passionate kisses but didn’t stop tormenting her breasts. He pulled and lightly twisted her nipples as she panted against his throat. Her clit clamored for attention.
“Menace! Please.”
“Beg me, sweetheart.”
Any other man asking her to beg would have gotten punched right in the gut, but Menace’s raspy instruction made her so wet. She wanted to beg him. She wanted him to master her. “Make me come, Menace.”
With a groan, he captured her mouth again. His punishing kiss stole her breath. The hand tormenting her nipple left her breast and dipped between her thighs. Two wide, long fingers penetrated her slick passage. He thrust slowly at first, allowing her to acclimate to his invasion, but then he found that spot along her inner wall that made her cry out and tense. He laughed triumphantly and began to forcefully fuck her pussy with his digits. His fingertips rubbed that spot again and again.
Legs trembling, she dug her toes into the couch. “Please. Please!”
Menace kissed her cheek. His lips moved to her ear. “Let go, Naya. Come for me. Come for your master.”
Her master? Oh, if anyone could ever possibly earn that title with her, it was Menace, the man who had mastered her body with such ease.
Menace brushed his thumb across her clit. Once, twice—and then she climaxed. Head thrown back, she screamed with delight. Menace buried his face in her neck and nipped at her flesh. The combination of the sharp sting of his bite and the thrusting, strumming fingers between her thighs pushed her into a stratosphere of ecstasy she’d never known existed. She rocked and bucked and shrieked his name. “Menace. Menace. Menace!”
On and on the climax went. When she could take no more, when she was limp with pleasure, she pushed her face against his shoulder and pleaded, “No more, Menace. No more.”
His hand went still between her thighs. Very carefully, he pulled free from her body. His fingers glistened with her nectar and left wet trails along her belly as they moved up her torso. He turned her face toward his and claimed her mouth in a gentle kiss.
Overcome with warring emotions, she gazed up at him. The tenderness reflected in his pale-green eyes left her feeling so confused. Her hatred and frustration with Menace for ruining her plans and taking her away from her friend and her future in the colonies had all but vanished. How was that possible? How had Menace managed to change her mind so quickly?
Amazing as it had been, it wasn’t just the sex. Oh, he’d rocked her world all right—but there was more to it than that. Other than her father and Dankirk, Menace was the only man of her acquaintance to show her such kindness and patience. She wasn’t naive. She understood that Menace was showing her the very best of him in the hopes she would acquiesce to his desire for her to stay and be his mate.
The idea of choosing him and this new life on the Valiant didn’t terrify her anymore. She wasn’t silly enough to think they were soul mates or anything ridiculous like that but she was wise enough to see that Menace offered her something she’d always wanted. Stability. Happiness. Security.
He caressed her cheek. “Are you all right, Naya? Was it too much?”
She shook her head and teased her mouth across his. “It was perfect
. You blew me away.”
His eyes widened in mock shock. “Was that a compliment?”
Naya narrowed her eyes. “I can be nice sometimes.”
“Only sometimes?” Menace palmed her breast. Her nipples were still sore from the clamps but he was gentle with her. “We’ll have to work on that.”
If this was his idea of behavior modification, she couldn’t wait to sign up. “When?”
Menace shifted on the couch and pinned her beneath him. His hard cock nudged her lower belly. “How about right now?”
His playful grin made her laugh. “Was all that just foreplay?”
Dipping his head, Menace whispered, “Sweetheart, we’re just getting started.”
Chapter Five
Menace relished the look of utter satisfaction on Naya’s beautiful face. A faint flush colored her luscious body. To show her that she was capable of such sensual passion filled him with great joy. When they’d started, he’d sensed that she was uncomfortable with her body and unfulfilled by her past sexual experiences. He hoped that what he’d shown her tonight would convince her that they could be happy together and to give him a chance.
His ears still rang with the sounds of her passion. She’d howled like such a wild thing when she climaxed. Her taste and scent still called to him. He could spend an eternity with his face buried between her thighs and never tire of it. The way she responded to him left him slightly shaken. He’d had good times with women before, especially the pleasure girls who worked in the sky brothels that catered to the land and sky corps, but it hadn’t ever been like this. Vicious was right. There was something innately different about making love to one’s mate.
“Menace?” Naya sounded breathless and excited.
“Yes?”
“You’re squashing me.”
“What?” He blinked twice and realized that he was, in fact, squashing her right into the couch. “Shit! Sorry.”
She giggled as he quickly rolled off her and onto his side. “It’s all right. You’re just really big.” Her gaze dropped to his waist. “All over.”
His rock-hard cock throbbed incessantly. It took all his willpower not to part her thighs and sink into her hot, willing flesh. Naya made him harder and hungrier than any other woman. Though seducing her had proven more difficult than he’d expected, he’d enjoyed the challenge of persuading her to submit to his hands and mouth. What they’d shared eclipsed the rather businesslike transactions of negotiating with a professional girl from a brothel ship.
Menace noticed her interested gaze lingering on his cock. Her fingers moved just the tiniest fraction of an inch toward him before retreating. He snatched her hand and dragged it toward his erection. “It’s normal to be curious. Touch me.”
Her gaze skipped to his face. “How?”
“However you want,” he said, hoping to encourage her sensual discovery.
She hesitated before trailing her fingertips up and down the length of his shaft. A shiver of anticipation coursed through him. Her light touch ignited his need. She grasped his cock and slowly stroked him. His leg muscles flexed as the whisper-soft caress of her fingers sent heat rolling through his stomach. Her hand moved lower and he held his breath. She cupped his sac and brushed her fingertips over his ultrasensitive skin. He swallowed the groan of pleasure threatening to choke him in the fear that any noise might scare her away.
Her hands moved from between his legs to his lower belly and chest. She swept her palms over his torso and traced some of the more gnarly scars dotting his skin. “You’ve been in a lot of battles?”
He nodded. “It’s been a long war.”
“But you’re an officer now, right? You don’t see much combat, I assume.”
“I haven’t been on the front lines in two years, but I spent twenty-two of them right there in the thick of it. But how did you know I’m an officer?”
“Your uniform.” She touched her chest and indicated the spot where his insignia would have been. “I know enough about you sky warriors to know what all those patches and embroidered symbols mean. Was I wrong?”
“I am an officer,” he confirmed. Certain she wouldn’t understand all the rankings, he added, “I’m the top land corps weapons specialist aboard the Valiant.”
Her fingers went still. “Weapons?”
Knowing her people tended toward the pacifist end of the spectrum, he steeled himself for an argument. “Yes. You dislike weapons?”
“Me? No.”
Her clipped reply unsettled him. Her gaze skipped from his face to his chest. What was she hiding? Perhaps she was afraid to tell him just how much she disapproved of weapons. “I keep weapons in my—our—quarters but they’re safely secured. You’ll never have to see or touch them.”
Her expression turned to one of amusement. She touched his jaw. “Menace, I’m not your typical Calyx human, okay? Connor’s Run is a tricky place to live, so I owned weapons of my own for protection.”
His chest tightened. “That’s illegal.”
“It’s a gray area,” she said carefully. “It’s illegal to possess any kind of firearm in The City and the smaller villages like Harper’s Well and Willow’s Tears. Connor’s Run has its own set of city ordinances that make possession of weapons legal if they’re registered.”
“And were yours registered?”
This time she held his gaze. “Most of them.”
The startling realization that he knew almost nothing of Naya’s history hit him right on the chin. “When we’re done here, we’re going to have a talk.”
“Are we?” She didn’t seem very thrilled by that idea. Instead she pushed up on her knees and straddled his leg. Her hand moved to his cock again. She grasped him a bit tighter and stroked him slowly. “I don’t think we’re close to being done here yet. Do you?”
Clearly she had something in her past that she wanted to hide. He wanted to know what kind of trouble she’d encountered that necessitated owning multiple weapons for protection but he was willing to overlook it for the moment. Her stalling tactic felt too damn good. “No, not even close.”
She smiled. He was taken aback by how stunningly beautiful she was when her lips curved and her eyes lit up with amusement. Making her smile just like that would become his new mission—and he never failed a mission.
Placing his hands on her waist, he tried to sit up so he could capture her sweet mouth in a kiss but she pushed on his chest and kept him flat on his back. He frowned up at her. “What?”
“Have you ever been cuffed?”
His eyes widened. “During sex? Absolutely not!”
“Why?”
“Because I’m not submissive.”
“Neither am I.”
He wasn’t so sure about that. The way she’d responded to being under his control couldn’t be faked. She’d been highly aroused by his orders. There was also a touch of the masochist about her. The careful application of discomfort and slight pain had enabled her to orgasm so easily. Discovering the depths of her submissive nature would surely provide the two of them with years of pleasure.
But that kind of sensual journey required trust. It was clear Naya’s trust was hard to earn. Unless…
“Do you see that second column of drawers? Open the top one and grab the green cuffs. They’re the only ones with enough adjustable length to fit me.”
She reeled back in surprise. “Are you serious? You’re going to let me cuff you?”
Menace caressed her side. “I trust you.”
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Why?”
He laughed at her cynical response. “Is everything a conspiracy to you?” Shaking his head, he explained, “I’m not stupid or naive, Naya. I’m quite aware that you’re still unhappy about our circumstances, but I trust you not to hurt me. You’re not a malicious person.”
Her expression softened. “I would never hurt you.”
“I know.” He cupped the back of her head and pulled her down for a deep, lingering kiss. “Now get the cuffs bef
ore I change my mind.”
She grinned again and nuzzled their noses together. “Be right back.”
He enjoyed the view of her bare bottom as she climbed off him and took the couple of steps to the cabinets. With her short stature and small arms, she didn’t have nearly the range he did. She retrieved the green cuffs and returned to the couch with a bounce in her step. His appreciative gaze moved to her perky breasts. He couldn’t wait to get his hands and mouth on them again.
She knelt between his legs on the couch and waved the cuffs. “Now what?”
He took the cuffs from her and showed her how they worked. The hook-and-loop closure strips made a tearing sound as they ripped apart. “You just press these two pieces together.” He tapped the shorter straps on the undersides of the cuffs. “Connect these to the loops on the top of the couch.”
She nodded. “Got it.”
Menace handed her the cuffs and stuck out his hands. She had a wickedly impish smile on her face as she wrapped the first cuff around his arm. There was only just enough length in the cuff to encircle his thick wrist. She fixed the other cuff and then lifted his hands overhead. To get his hands into position, she leaned against him and accidentally pushed her breasts close to his face.
Unable to help himself, Menace flicked his tongue across her nipple. She gasped and pulled back. Annoyed, she glared down at him. He faked a contrite look. “Sorry.”
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“Because you’re brilliant?” He latched on to her breast and sucked gently. She inhaled deeply, as if trying to master her arousal, and continued fastening his hands in place. He teasingly bit down on her nipple and made her groan. He chuckled softly.
Naya’s fingertips grazed his jaw. She gazed down at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Keep on teasing me, Menace, but just remember you’re completely at my mercy now.”
