by Aubrey Ross
“Shut up.” She shoved him toward the bank of elevators.
They took a lift to the fourth floor. The corridor was sedate after the opulent excess of the lower level. She followed Kwinton in tense silence, banishing the lingering tingles of her dark desire.
“Wait.” Miranda stopped. “I need to establish a barrier or she’ll know that you betrayed her.”
He stiffened at the reminder. “I was going to drug you. You’d better stagger and slur your speech.”
“I can do that.” She entered his mind only far enough to erect the shield. His being hovered beyond her like a thundercloud, dark and malevolent, undeniably destructive. With the shield in place, she let her body go limp, trying not to cringe as he wrapped his arm around her.
“If you want someone to whip you and then fuck you up the ass, I’d like to apply for the position.”
She didn’t respond to his whispered taunt. Instead, she focused on what she was about to do. He kicked at the door with his foot, keeping Miranda clasped tightly against him.
“Hurry up. This bitch is heavier than she looks.” The door opened and Kwinton dragged her inside.
With her head wobbling drunkenly, she turned and looked at Lopeka. “Do I…know you?” Her words were stilted and slurred.
“What did you do to her? And what the hell took so long?”
Kwinton propelled her toward the nearest chair. “You wanted Nicay dead. He’s dead. You wanted her lover snuffed, so I snuffed him. You wanted her alive, and here she is. What more do you want from me?”
Her gaze narrowed on his face. “I can’t sense you. Why are you…” She lifted her hand, and his neck jerked to an unnatural angle. He collapsed in an ungainly heap, and she turned her gaze on Miranda. “Good, but not good enough.”
Miranda stood, gathering energy into the center of her being as she prepared for battle. “You wanted me here, so I came. But I’m only mildly interested in the conversation.”
“Do you remember me? You were quite young when I left the Tribe.”
“You didn’t leave the Tribe. You tried to kill my mother, and you were banished in disgrace. Even a child doesn’t forget something like that.”
“You were banished too! Don’t pretend that you’re better than me.” Lopeka tossed her hair and thrust into Miranda’s mind.
Miranda blocked the attack with a surge of energy. The compulsion fizzled, but searing pain throbbed through her head. “What do you want? You’ll find controlling me is more challenging than fools like Rizaria.”
“So proud. So confident. If I let you into my mind for even a moment, you’d tremble and moan.”
“You’re proud of your depravity?” She scoffed. “Well, I’m proud of my ancestry. That is why I’m here, isn’t it? You want to tap into that power?”
“The serum works. Don’t you see? My essence allowed lesser mystics to rise to my level. And your essence will allow me to evolve. We can have anything we want. Imagine the possibilities.”
Miranda’s dark nature tossed restless and hungry, drawn by Lopeka’s evil. “Why would I even consider sharing my power with you, or anyone else?” Miranda raised her chin and narrowed her gaze. “You think to intimidate me with your corruption? Let’s see how you like mine.” Releasing her hold on the darkness, Miranda shoved into Lopeka’s mind. Lopeka screamed, raising her arms in front of her face. “Get on your knees!”
“I will serve you, if you only allow me to share in your ‑‑”
“Never!” She raised her hand, and Lopeka stumbled backward then fell to her knees. “You are unworthy of my abilities. You are unworthy of any ability.”
“Stop it!” Lopeka clutched her head, shaking from side to side.
Disguising her true purpose with pain, Miranda worked within Lopeka’s mind. She constructed impenetrable barriers around Lopeka’s mystic energy. Shrieking and clawing at her hair, Lopeka fought against the separation. “Beg for your life and I might be generous.”
“Please, Miranda.” Lopeka grabbed Miranda’s ankle and rested her forehead on Miranda’s shoe. “I beg you! My life is yours.”
“I’ll hold you to that vow.” She released her hold as abruptly as she’d established the link. “I want the names of your network and anyone who came in contact with the serum.”
Lopeka curled on her side, sobbing pathetically.
Miranda stared down at her defeated foe and the darkness within her railed. Finish her! Suck her dry! Absorb her power! Take her, use her, kill her now. What are you waiting for?
Drake’s team swarmed the room, and Miranda dragged her gaze away from Lopeka. The urges echoed through her mind.
Everyone looked at her with a combination of wonder and fear. She wrapped her arms around herself and pressed her back against the wall. All her hard-won control was shattered. The darkness was stronger than ever before.
“That was extraordinary.” Drake reached for her, but she twisted away.
“Stay away from me.” Her voice shook almost as much as her hands. “The battle has just begun.”
Chapter Fourteen
Despite Miranda’s objections, Drake wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “I’ll help you. There is no reason for you to be alone.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” Her inner beast bucked and reared, desperate for energy, demanding pain. Having Lopeka grovel at her feet had been the most exhilarating experience of her life. She wanted more, needed to feed the darkness and savor the thrill.
“You won’t hurt me.” Conviction rang in his tone. “We’ll battle through this together.”
Her knees buckled, and he swept her up in his arms, rushing from the room without a backward glance. She squeezed her eyes shut knowing further stimulation was the last thing she needed. The throbbing in her head was echoing throughout her body.
She clung to him, burying her face against his throat. Sudden acceleration told her they’d reached a skimmer. She focused on her breathing, determined to gain some control before they reached the Fantasy Forum.
If not for Drake’s support, she never would have made it to their room. She was trembling so badly she couldn’t make her limbs cooperate.
“What do you need? I’ll do whatever it takes.”
Unable to speak, she showed him the woman from the Pleasure Palace and infused the image with urgency.
He didn’t hesitate. He pulled her shirt off over her head and unclasped her bra. “Kick off your shoes and unfasten your pants. I expect better from my slave.”
His imperious tone was a salve to her frayed nerves. She craved his mastery, needed to surrender control of her body, so she could battle the impulses of her mind. She wiggled out of her shoes and lowered her zipper, her hands still shaking.
He grabbed her from behind fondling her breasts with one hand while he shoved the other inside her pants. “Move your legs apart. Make room for my fingers. Your cunt belongs to me.”
She groaned and rested her head against his shoulder. His fingers closed on her nipple and her clit, working them with the same tugging rhythm. Desire flared through her, driving back the darker needs. She licked her lips and relaxed against him, safe in his embrace.
“Better, but you’re not very wet. Push your pants to your ankles, but leave them there. I want you disheveled, not naked.”
His fingers curved over her mound, the firm pressure nearing pain as she frantically pushed down her pants. The seemingly careless treatment sent her senses soaring. He wrapped his arm around her waist and thrust two fingers into her pussy. She rocked back against him as he fucked her fast and hard.
“Is this what you want? Are you so desperate for my cock you can hardly stand?”
A soft moan was her only response.
“Not desperate yet, huh? We’ll have to work on that.” He pulled out and she whimpered, her inner muscles clenching on emptiness.
He lifted her to his shoulder, her pants still tangled around her ankles. Pausing long enough to grab the straps Ritter
had used on Kwinton, Drake carried her into the bedroom.
Anticipation sizzled along her nerve endings. Would he push her hard enough to conquer the beast? Did he have any idea what it would take?
She wanted to devour him, to shove into his mind with the careless brutality she had unleashed on Lopeka. The darkness surged, and she growled. He slapped her ass hard.
“Behave! There’ll be none of that.” He set her on her knees, her feet dangling over the side of the bed. Then he pulled her arms behind her back and secured them with Ritter’s cuffs. She tried to look at him, but he turned her head back around and bent her over. Her forehead rested against the bed and her breasts obstructed her view. He moved her knees apart, which brought her loosely bound ankles together. “Don’t move. I want to look at you.”
Her body was open and utterly at his mercy. Submitted and surrendered. The darkness shrank away, horrified by the weakness. Hot tingles sped up her spin, triggering a liquid response deep in her body.
He opened a compartment somewhere behind her then returned to the bedside. His finger pushed into her pussy then retreated, not even a teasing hint of what she needed.
“Much better. Tell me how this feels.”
Something nudged against her opening, something thick and cold!
She lunged forward in an effort to escape the icy invasion, but he caught her bound wrists and brought his hand down hard on her ass. “Don’t move. Concentrate on the sensation. Tell me what you feel.”
“It’s cold,” she whispered, and he returned her to her original position.
“Of course it’s cold. What else do you feel?”
“Thickness. It’s nearly as big around as you.”
He chuckled. “We’ll test that opinion in a bit.”
As he slid the cold toy in and out of her cunt, he added another sensation. Something warm touched her anus, warm and thin and slippery. It entered smoothly, the heat accenting the cold and vice versa.
She shook, unwilling to displease him again. The darkness retreated from her willing helplessness, easing its hold on her mind.
“Harder,” she pleaded and he changed tactics, synchronizing his thrusts. He fucked her cunt with ice and her ass with flame as she trembled before him.
“Open our link, Miranda. I want you in my mind.”
She shook her head and he pulled out both toys. With a strangled moan, she fell over sideways. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”
He set the dildos aside and stared into her eyes. “I love you. Share this with me.”
“You won’t love me if you see ‑‑”
“I’ll always love you. Let me ease your pain.”
For so long she’d battled these feelings alone, kept careful rein on her inner darkness. “I’m afraid.”
“You don’t need to be. I’m here.” He sat down beside her and pulled her onto his lap. With an urgent tug, he rid her of the pants then cupped her chin with his hand. “I want all of you.”
Drake waited for Miranda to push into his mind, half afraid she’d deny him. He understood her conflict now. She didn’t want to become like Lopeka, an amoral being ravenous for power. And her abilities were greater so the temptation was too.
He wasn’t quite sure why she found comfort in his aggression, but he was more than willing to give her what she needed, especially when their desires so perfectly aligned.
“What happens when you disobey my directives?” He traced her lower lip with his thumb.
“You punish me.”
“Are you going to establish our link?” She shook her head and lowered her lashes. He reached behind her and triggered one of her cuffs with his thumb print. Panic filled her eyes, and he smiled. “I have no intention of letting you go. I just want your arms free for a while.” She licked her lips and looked at the assortment of toys he’d taken out. He stood, pulled the desk chair to the foot of the bed, and sat. “Come here. I want you on your back with your legs open wide so I can reach you easily.”
He placed a remote control butt plug and a set of nipple triggers on the corner of the bed as she positioned herself before him. “Today we will test the limits of your endurance. I want you to come as often as you can. Hold nothing back.”
“That’s my punishment?”
“No. Your punishment is not having my cock inside you. You refuse to give me your mind, so you will not have my cock.”
Her lips parted as if she would argue then she turned her face away. “Reach between your thighs and roll your clit until you come. Do it now.”
She kept her face turned as she obeyed. Parting her outer lips with one hand, she found her clit with the other and quickly found a motion that brought her to orgasm.
“That wasn’t very impressive, was it? Let me see if I can do better.” He coated his fingers with her cream and circled the swollen nub. She rocked into his touch, her lips pressed tightly together. It took a bit longer, but the climax only lasted a few seconds.
“Sit up. We’re going to try something new.” He picked up the nipple stimulators and bent to her breast, suckling firmly until her nipple was hard. A thin wire ring compressed the tight peak and a flat trigger rested directly over the tip. He placed the second stimulator before he explained. “These work together with the butt plug. I can activate pressure or vibration or a combination of sensations. Now turn over so I can insert the plug.”
She looked mutinous for a moment, then turned over and drew her legs beneath her. He was almost disappointed that she didn’t argue. She was still slick from the fire wand, but he smeared lube over the plug just to be certain he didn’t hurt her.
With the plug inserted well into her ass, he scooted back so she could stand in front of him. She watched him, silently waiting for the first ping of the new toys. He stripped off his clothes and squirted lubricant into his palm.
“Watch me. See what your stubbornness has cost you.” He activated vibration and slight pressure, watching as the nipple rings tightened and released, tightened and released. “You can lean against the bed if you need to, but you may not sit down.”
He held his balls in one hand and stroked his shaft with the other. Her eyes were huge, her lips trembling as she watched him pleasure himself. She arched her neck and pressed her hand against her upper chest, knowing better than to touch her nipples. The stimulators worked wonderfully. Was the butt plug equally rousing?
“I can’t stand this.” She hissed out a breath and pushed into his mind.
Blazing need exploded through him, shoving him so close to release that he gasped and jerked his hand away. He bit down hard on his lower lip, using the sharp sting to drive back the blinding pleasure.
“I think that’s enough of that.” She whimpered and wiggled as he removed the stimulators and the plug. “On your back. I want to enjoy all this hot, musky cream.”
“Please, Sir. I ache.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“Mine.” She scooted back on the bed and spread her legs, her breasts quivering with each ragged breath.
He knelt on the floor and pulled her toward him, draping her legs over his shoulders. She was soft and hot and so excited she came within seconds. Drunk on her passion and thrilled by her unencumbered response, he lowered one leg to the bed and opened her wider.
With his gaze locked with hers, he licked her slit and teased her clit. She jumped and trembled, her pleasure flooding his mind.
“In me,” she whispered. “Oh please, fuck me with your tongue.”
He pushed his tongue into her cunt until his lips pressed firmly against her folds; then he pulled back and did it again and again. Her taste filled his mouth, her heat surrounded his tongue, and he felt his balls draw up tight, threatening to end their love play.
“Shit.” He groaned and rested his forehead on her belly. His cock pounded and his balls burned.
“Please, Drake. I need you now.”
He felt her desperation in his mind and understood the significance of his name. Aband
oning her “punishment,” he impaled her with one brutal stroke. She came hard, each rhythmic spasm adding to his torment.
Waiting for the last twinge to pass, he grasped her hips and reached for her mind. She wrapped herself around him, saturating him with tenderness and gratitude. He pulled back and drove deep, savoring the firm grasp of her body. She was so wet her cream coated her inner thighs, and still, she gripped him so hard he saw stars.
She rocked into his movements, matching him stroke for stroke. He cupped her breast and kissed her mouth, wanting everything all at once. They took and they gave, perfectly balanced and unified. The wildness within her stilled, and the sweet, giving mystic emerged. He encouraged the transition with the power of his love, revealing the depths of his devotion.
His balls tingled and tightened, announcing his impending release. He framed her face with his hands and stared into her eyes, determined to take her with him. “Now, my love. Come for me now.” The command was gentle yet insistent, and her body obeyed. She pulsed around him as he exploded into her.
Clasping her to his chest, he rolled them to their sides and stroked the hair back from her damp face. Her eyes were clear, her lips smiling. All he could sense now was lethargy and peace. He kissed her with all the love in his heart and settled her into the contours of his body.
“This wasn’t exactly the ending I had planned.”
She reached up and mirrored his caress. “This was the ending I’ve dreamed of all my life. I can’t imagine anything more perfect.”
THE END
Aubrey Ross
Multi-award-winning author Aubrey Ross writes under several pen names, according to genre. Though her stories can take unconventional turns, they’re filled with passion, intrigue, and emotional realism. Whether her stories are set in Hell, Valhalla, or an alien planet, Aubrey is sure to entertain. For more information about her other titles, visit her website: https://www.aubreyross.com.
