by Nia K. Foxx
“So you just happen to have a closet full of sex toys? Exactly how often do you play… you know what forget I ask,” she shook her head to get rid of the image of him with any number of Chezarian females at his disposal. His past conquests didn’t matter but the thought of what he might do to her on the contraption got her heart to racing.
“Do you wish to proceed?” Remar asked as she continued to gawk.
Mouth slightly dry she managed to croak out a weak, “Yes”.
He sat the two objects he gathered on the bed.
“Come here Dal’las,” he said extending a hand for her not moving in her direction.
There was only an infinitesimal hesitation before she slid from the high rise bed and made her way down the three steps to the ground. Her heart pounded so hard against her chest she was sure it had to be visible to Remar. By the time she placed her hand in his, nervous energy coursed through her.
Remar helped her onto the two platforms extending at the bottom of the ‘W’s’ elbow where her feet were to rest. The padded metal she leaned against was warm and surprisingly soft. Remar dropped on his haunches in front of her. She watched as he looped a tie around each ankle. He clicked a button that was barely visible and both straps tightened enough to secure her in place.
He tested the ties before allowing his fingers to trace their way up her naked thighs. At his full height he moved in close dipping his head to give her a light kiss before turning his attention to secure her right hand.
“Everything I do to you will be to heighten your pleasure senses.”
Wrist strapped he kissed her inner palms and she felt the sensual tickle of his tongue stroking where his lips brushed. He traced his fingers down her arm. Her skin tingled everywhere he touched.
“My exquisite Dal’las,” he said locking his gaze with hers.
His hands moved to her breasts cupping their firmness. Her already hard nipples pebbled in need. Remar adjusted his hold to roll the twin nubs between his fingers. He then gave a gentle pluck that had her moaning. The pinch he followed with was firmer but only enticed her more.
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, her arousal only heightened by watching him give her pleasure. He rubbed the pads of his thumbs lightly over the tips of her nipples in slow circular motions.
Her next breath caught in her chest.
A firm pinch to both nipples left her squirming against the post. Her wide spread legs prevented her from clamping them together for a little relief.
He squeezed harder and she groaned wanting him to add more pressure.
The abrupt loss of his hands made her want to moan her displeasure.
She pouted through him securing her other arm to the post before he moved to the bed to grab the rectangular black cloth.
He gave her one last look before vanishing behind her. The cloth dropped in front of her eyes and was fixed in place with a slight tug. Darkness surrounded her, forcing her to focus on her two remaining senses. Dallas listened for his movements as an indicator for what was to come. Silence greeted her. It was impressive that a man of his size could move so stealthily.
Dallas flinched in surprise at the sudden feel of something soft moving gently between her breasts and down her stomach.
The feather, she recalled instantly with a smile. Its light touch tickled her skin on its path down her body.
She twitched when it started a quick vibration on its descent. Lower it travelled until the soft plume came to rest on her labia, its quick fluttering adding to the thrill instigated by Remar. She could feel the thick pressure of his fingers on her nether lips spreading her wide for…
“Ahhh yes,” she moaned as the flitting gently stimulated her clit, just enough to increase the steady pulsing in her core.
She arched her hips forward for more.
Suddenly, the palpitations stopped.
“The pleasure is mine to give as I see fit not for you to demand,” Remar said gently.
Her body whimpered, sagging back against the cushioned post.
“Do you understand,” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered in the hopes he would reward her for her obedience with a little more feathery delight.
“Good.”
She waited.
Nothing.
Dallas opened her mouth to let him know to continue but closed it just as quickly for fear of him ending their play completely. She grew anxious wondering what he was doing through the silence.
The fluttering was back in an instance only this time the teasing was on her breasts or more precisely her nipples. She squirmed as he squeezed one while letting the feather work its magic on the other.
“My god,” she moaned.
The charged pressure piqued in her nether regions again.
Could she come from breast play alone?
Yes…oh yes she could.
A familiar tightening gripped her loins and spread like wild fire igniting every nerve it blazed through.
Full stop.
She was definitely ready to call foul now.
Dallas held her breath for what felt like an eternity… waiting.
She felt more than heard him behind her. The length of his hard cock pushing between her legs was what she first felt. He slid back and forth using his shaft to tease without penetration. His muscled bicep reached around her to snake its way down her stomach. His fingers sought out her feminine folds once more. He spread them with two fingers then added a third to probe her clit. Up and down in beautiful torture all the while he continued to tease her with his long, thick shaft.
“Oh god,” she chanted.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to breath.
Her heart raced.
He stoked at her arousal with every tormenting stroke.
More pressure was added. Her thighs quivered. No, her entire body shuddered.
She could feel the climax building and wanted nothing more than to experience the pleasure release would bring.
“Remar,” there was a plea in the way she said his name. He pulled away abruptly but there wasn’t a long wait for his return this time.
She sighed in relief to feel the head of his cock probe her entrance making her want to beg him to stop toying with her. If she didn’t have him deep and hard inside her soon Dallas was certain she’d go insane from her craving.
Against her bare skin she felt the gentle vibration of his arm and briefly wondered at the origin.
“Oh Frack!” she yelled as the source of the vibration was made known by Remar nudging it between her woman’s folds and making direct contact with her sensitive clit. He moved the device in a circular motion.
“Ahh, frack, frack,” Dallas screamed as her orgasm propelled its way through her sensitized body. Remar pushed upward impaling her in one deep thrust all the while keeping the vibration rolling against her nubbin.
She was wet and ready for him, stretching easily for him.
His quick, deep thrusts made it obvious she wasn’t the only one effected by his play.
The vibrator made a soft thud against the hard floor. He quickly replaced its loss with his fingers, spread her labia and zeroed in on her clit once more.
A few strokes was all it took to have her screaming her second release.
He pulled out quickly but she was too weak to protest.
Dallas vaguely registered the tug to each of her ankles signifying the release from her restraints. She expected her arm restraints to follow. Instead the black cloth was pushed away from her eyes. A couple of blinks brought the world back in focus.
Remar was there, so close.
The feral stare he fixed her with reignited her desire.
How was that possible?
He hoisted her legs around his waist all the while sliding inside her in one unyielding thrust. He growled low in his throat while he pounded into her. Dallas didn’t care, doing her best to match his rough ride. He wouldn’t complain or stop now. The look in his eyes said he was too far gone.
He muttered something not registered with the translator.
Each stroke rubbed the underside of her clit pushing her closer. Dallas threw her head back in ecstasy enjoying the ride and welcoming the looming orgasm. She wanted to hold on and savor the feel.
“Look at me Dal’las.” Remar demanded gruffly.
She did and came at the same time in shuddering bliss.
Remar pushed deep inside for the final time. He dipped his head to take her lips in a bruising kiss. She returned the kiss with equal fervor, gripping him tightly with her thighs until he relaxed against her.
“Did you enjoy this?” Remar asked against her lips.
She pretended to think. “It was good enough to repeat,” she whispered back.
“I will take you up on your offer, but for now I believe rest is in order. Maintain your position,” he said before stretching to release her restraints.
Dallas was all too aware of him still inside her. Every few seconds she felt the not so subtle thump of him. Even flaccid he was impressive. Arms freed, Dallas wrapped hers around his neck marveling at what they’d done and how quickly her life had changed.
She knew they couldn’t stay intertwined forever but was disappointed when he placed her on the bed. She took some comfort when he snuggled up next to her, but even then she missed him.
“Rest Dallas,” he mumbled into the top of her hair. She was already feeling the tug of fatigue but his words only seemed to give her body an extra push.
What was it about the strange pull he had on her?
The thought ran through her mind until sleep finally consumed her.
***
If the new faces didn’t give it away the open stares made it clear that the other sector leaders and their entourage had descended upon them. Dallas went about her morning as usual in the company of her guardsmen and was greeted by awkward silence and open gawking. In response she smiled politely and continued her normal activities as if the new arrivals weren’t there.
Soon enough some of the delegates warmed up to her, somewhat. As the day moved on there were those who’d begun to ask questions directly to her and even engage in conversation that lasted more than a minute. By the end of the day she walked away feeling proud at not having offended anyone or even being provoked into a diplomatic nightmare. To her it was a good omen for the meal ahead. With a mental pat on the back she felt prepared for her meeting with the other leaders and their wives.
***
The smile plastered on Dallas face was doomed to crack if someone didn’t speak soon. She and Remar sat at the large banquet style table with the other heads of the Chezarian home world and their respective partners for nearly ten minutes, and aside from Remar’s introduction and a few grunts of acknowledgement no one had uttered a single syllable. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if their meals had already been served but as Remar had informed her it was customary for there to be conversation prior to eating.
She wondered if the other occupants were aware of this tradition because as far as she could tell the only thing of interest seemed to be openly ogling her. She could understand their interest, if the situation were reversed she’d definitely be curious about an alien on earth. In fact she was doing her own scanning of the guests. Admittedly it was a little hard to read any emotions on the stern faces. She let her own smile relax wondering if the forced cheery look she tried to project was off putting.
Nope, it didn’t seem to do much by way of reducing the intense stares, although one Chezarian’s gaze stood out from the rest. If looks were daggers Dallas was certain she’d be pierced to her chair by the look one woman gave her. There was something beneath the harsh glare she couldn’t quite pinpoint. She shifted her gaze to the woman’s companion. A bright, nearly iridescent, gaze met hers. The hungry look in his eyes was unsettling and she found herself leaning infinitesimally closer to Remar.
“Well this is a lively bunch,” she whispered for his ears only.
Remar snorted. “Do not worry. Once the meal is over you will not have to be subjected to them anymore,” he whispered back.
“Your mate has informed us that the aberration is responsible for bringing your ship to Chezar?” one of the leaders asked suddenly.
“I’m sorry, I’m bad with names, what’s yours again?” she asked wanting to at least match faces or risk start developing nicknames that was certain to garner a frown from the group, especially Remar.
At first he didn’t look as if he would respond.
“I am called Keltar, leader of sector three.”
“Well High Commander Keltar, Remar’s statement is correct. What you call an aberration we thought was a black hole, but as it turns out it’s actually a wormhole.”
“Warmhole?” Another of the leaders chimed in with confusion. Before Dallas had a chance to ask he quickly added. “I am called Nelo, leader of sector one.”
“Wormhole,” she corrected stifling a smile at his mispronunciation. “Something we’ve identified as being able to transport matter to other points in galaxies, apparently not just our own.”
Keltar snorted, “Had you travelled with a skilled technician Remar would not have you as a bond mate.”
Dallas wanted to ignore the obvious insult but chose instead to take the middle road. “Actually, I was chosen from the most skilled persons on our planet male or female. I have flown solo missions many times and have the highest success rate. Unfortunately, the wormhole didn’t function as previously theorized by my species.”
“Good evening tide bond mate of Remar. I am called Voren, leader of sector four,” the final leader re-introduced and followed up with a smile that looked pleasant enough on the surface. Dallas actually remembered his name noting the striking physical similarities between he and Remar. She would definitely ask him about it later. In spite of his greeting and resemblance to her bond mate Dallas felt something… off about the leader. A cruel arrogance oozed from him making her welcome the distance between them. Beside him his bond mate sat quietly, eyes downcast.
“High Commander Voren,” she acknowledged politely.
He nodded. “Tell me, how do E’rthrs believe this worm hole functions?” He asked taking care to mimic her enunciation of the word.
“Well it obviously transports but we initially believed wormholes to be fixed in space. As I discovered they are capable of movement. We weren’t quite prepared for that fact. Black holes are fixed and have gravitational fields capable of pulling objects inside. The wormhole presented itself like a black hole at first, but there was no gravitational pull from the object, rather it seems to move and swallow objects in its path. What’s curious is that for a wormhole to travel in space we should have seen the disappearance of more things.”
“But you have not observed this?” Voren asked.
“No. It’s something that will need further studying.”
“So your people will send others to investigate this warmhole,” it was more of a statement then a question coming from Keltar. The look he shot Remar would have a lesser man withering.
“I hope they received my distress message and won’t take the chance.”
“And you believe they will listen to you?” The question came from the female at Keltar’s side. Dallas had attempted to avoid eye contact with her since the woman served her up with an icy stare from the moment they entered the room. There was no misinterpreting the look. She had an obvious dislike for Dallas that went unmasked.
“Of course,” Dallas answered meeting the woman’s unfriendly gaze.
“Your world is strange indeed,” she said with a sneer.
“As is Chezar to me, we could really discover a lot from each other. Although you guys have a leg up on me, Remar has told me your people have studied mine through some of the probes we’ve sent out.”
“Yes,” Nelo answered. “They have become very valuable possessions.”
“Much like you
rself.” The woman added.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name?”
“It is because I never offered it.”
“I will have you remember to whom you are speaking,” Remar warned.
“Yes, of course. I do apologize...Leila. My name is …Kala,” the woman said pointedly.
There was a deafening silence in the room following her forced introduction. Dallas glanced around the table. Was she missing something?
“I hope there will be other opportunities for us to speak. There are obviously gaps between the spheres we have received from your home world and I am most curious about many things.” Nelo was the first to break the awkward silence.
“Of course.” At her side Remar made a slight throaty noise she was sure had been meant for her. “I will discuss it further with Remar and see what can be arranged,” she added.
Nelo accepted her answer with a respectful nod.
All conversation ceased when Remar signaled for the meal to be brought out.
***
“Well if you’re not going to say it then I will. That went pretty frackin’ well,” Dallas announced back in their room.
He snorted in answer, shrugging out of his leather vest.
“Don’t tell me, I committed some grave Chezarian faux pas?” She asked while flopping onto one of the two thick round chairs in the room. Slowly the material contoured around her like a comforting glove. She wanted to not care if she’d embarrassed him or not… she really, really wanted to but the desire to please him was stronger.
