Sinful Surrender

by Houston Havens

“No, keep your legs bent and spread your thighs farther apart, so I can see straight down your stomach to your pussy. I want to see your crème on my fingers as I play with you.”

  She did as he asked, her breaths coming fast now. She moaned when he moved his fingers away from her sensitive clit to toy at the creamy opening between her pink folds.

  He slipped a finger into the mouth of her pussy causing her to suck in a hard breath. To drive her crazy, he brushed his thumb against her clit. She exhaled as he withdrew his finger and thrust it into her again. He repeated the penetration over and over, loving the way her body bucked underneath his touch.

  “Do all Air-borne men sat-is-fy their wo-men like this?” Her voice shook as she climaxed.

  “I take it Dirt Dweller men do not satisfy their women.”

  “Never like this.”

  He licked at his finger wet with her come, savoring the taste of her. His blood raced with excitement knowing he’d made her body respond like this. She desired him, and he craved the sweetness of her satisfaction. “Damn, I love the taste of you.”

  “Take me, Drakker.”

  Shit. How can I resist that invitation? “Hmm,” he breathed into her ear as he slipped his finger back into her silky warmth. Knowing he could control her with just his touch excited him. “You’re a hungry little imp aren’t you?”

  She nodded. “For that.”

  “If you want me to react, you will tell me what you want. Words like it, take me, and that, I will not respond to. When I hear the words cock, lick my ass, and fuck my pussy…then I’ll please you.”

  Fay arched her back, lifting her upper body enough to bring her mouth up to kiss his. “I want to feel your touch. I want you to kiss me, and I desperately want you to fuck me.”

  “I don’t fuck women, Fay.”

  She sat up with a jolt twisting her torso toward him. Her eyes were rounder than the letter O, and her mouth dropped open. Her shock was evident in her expression. “I-I thought…you mean you’re—”

  He laughed. “No, I didn’t say I was gay. I said I didn’t fuck women.”

  “Never?”

  “Never.”

  “Then how do you…you know. How do you—Oh, I get it. You only get off binding, whipping, dominating, and punishing women, not fucking them.”

  “You couldn’t be further from the truth, ma chérie.” He smirked. “I make love to women. I don’t fuck them.”

  He watched her press her fingers over her clitoris. He’d seen a couple of his test subjects do the same thing. They’d later told him they did it to stop the effects of the herbal irritant. His heart fell with disappointment. So, she’s still under the influence of the herb. He couldn’t take advantage of the situation. If he did, she’d hate him for it tomorrow. He smiled at her before leaning over to give her a tender kiss. She responded. When he broke away from the peck, he pulled her into a cuddle. “So, tell me more about your world.”

  She shrugged, changing her position to entwine her arm with his. “It’s ugly and beautiful all at the same time.”

  “How so?”

  “Politically, it’s ugly.” She flopped her leg over his thigh “Structurally, it’s beautiful. The governments spared no costs. They built cities of pure elegance.”

  “So, how do your people move around? You don’t have horses, obviously.” Their bodies brushed against each other’s as they talked.

  “Warp speed monorails take us from one city to the next. Our technology is quite advanced compared to yours.”

  With his free hand he brushed his fingertips up and down her arm in featherlight strokes.

  “But, I’d give up all that…for this.”

  He brushed his lips across her cheek.

  “In the Underworld the family structure has fallen apart. They live in beauty, but their souls are dark. There is no trust, even between siblings. Everyone is terrified of our ruler Landen Reto.”

  Drakker gave a sad shake of his head. “Pity, my brothers are a part of me, as were our fathers. I was grateful for all three. When one was giving me grief about not working hard enough in the barn, another one would come out and sympathize. Then the third one would come by, and in a loving way, kick me in the ass to go get the job done right.”

  “Fathers? You mean all three of your mother’s husbands were living with her at the same time?”

  “Of course. Good men. All of them taught us boys about honor, truth, and love. They treated us all as equals. There were no favorites.”

  “Sounds nice.” Fay smiled. “Such different worlds we come from.” She twisted around and slid her hand down his chest and over his muscled stomach. She reached up stroking her fingers along his jaw. “Our fake weather and sky can’t compete with the beauty and power of nature, or the warmth of a real sunset.”

  They joined each other in playful teasing and heated caresses. They chatted into the wee hours of the night. Several times Fay asked him to make love to her, and he refused. She tried every feminine ploy he was familiar with, and a few he wasn’t, in an effort to temp him. On several occasions, he almost succumbed, but each time he knew he couldn’t. He cared about Fay. If he gave into his needs and took advantage of the situation, it wouldn’t sit right with him come morning. So, he fulfilled his longing with hugs, cuddles, kisses, and touched her a little more than he should, but in the end he felt complete, and it was obvious he held a very satisfied woman in his arms.

  Come dawn, she slept, but he knew his pain had just begun. He was in love with a spy.

  * * * *

  Faking sleep, Fay slipped into her mind-travel mode and did a little research on all kinds of sex. Drakker might think he had the upper hand over her, but she had news for this domineering man. She could give back as well as she took, and a little sexual revenge was what she had in mind now that the drug had worn off.

  While collecting some data on sexual fetishes and styles she waited for Drakker’s mind to fall into a daydream state. As experienced as she was in mind travel, she had the ability to pull a nontraveler from their physical level and bring them into her mind traveler’s dimension. Here, in this psychic world, anything and everything existed at the whim of a thought.

  She felt Drakker’s energy slow down and knew exactly when he slipped into sleep. Fay knew it was time to alter his awareness. Slowing his brainwaves, she drew him deeper into the fifth dimension.

  Before he became alert and realized what was happening, Fay used her life force to hold him in a standing position. Using three feet of red silk rope she wrapped and tied one of his wrists. From the matter around her she created a large steel ring and wrapped his bindings in a pretty pattern along the lower half of the hoop as illustrated in her research. With the remaining portion of the rope she bound his other wrist, connected it to the circlet, and attached it to an overhead suspension frame. His arms now raised above his head, she stepped back to admire his position and tested her knots. She made sure there was enough give in the cord to allow Drakker the option to hold the bottom edge of the circle or let his wrists dangle. She used another red silk rope to tie his naked body in an artful design.

  Drakker opened his eyes. His body tensed as he scanned his new reality. “Where are we?” He glanced at his unusual restraints. “Fay, what is this? What are you doing?”

  “It’s my turn to dominate.”

  He smirked. “No chance of that happening.” He pulled against the soft cord. His arms remained cinched above his head. His muscles bulged as he tried to free himself. He frowned, but his eyes shone with admiration. “I’m the Dom, not you. Untie me.”

  “I will not.”

  “Fay.” His voice dropped as though to dominate her with his tone alone.

  “Here, I am the Domme.”

  He laughed and lifted a single brow. “And what would you know about any of this…dominance, bondage, and games? It’s not in your character.”

  “So little you know about me. You will obey or be punished.”

  He tossed his head back
and smirked. “Do your best, ma chérie. Do your best.”

  “Have you heard of shibari?” Fay walked behind him and finished tying a box tie knot at the back of his neck then dropped the rope over his muscled shoulder, allowing her fingers to trace a seductive path over his skin as she moved around to the front of him. She raked her nail over his nipple, drawing a hard intake of breath from him. She leaned in to suck the gentle wound.

  He groaned out a gentle sigh. “No. But I’m good at bondage.”

  “I’ve learned it’s a form of bondage but done as art.”

  He cocked his dark eyebrows in question. “Tethering someone is art?”

  She nodded, excited to share what she’d learned with him. “Notice the craft and exquisiteness in each carefully made knot and wrap of the rope. When I’m done, your bindings will match in an artful pattern all the way down your body.”

  His fast, short breaths told her he wanted what she was offering. But, would he dare to take it?

  While running her hand over his hard chest in a suggestive stroke, she said, “Relax, there’s no danger here. This is our world, to make as we desire. There is only you, me, and shibari. Are you brave enough to test out the unknown?” She leaned in and kissed him wantonly then finished with a shrug. “Or do you say no, and I free you?”

  “Let’s do it.”

  Fay pulled the rope, making a diamond-knotted loop around his neck. She wrapped and tied the ends until she had a beautiful Celtic-style twist of knots running down his chest. “They call this a form of erotic performance.” She held his hard dick in her hand. His gaze narrowed when she revealed a very thin steel rod with a slightly J-shaped curve at the tip.

  “It looks kind of like a catheter.” There was apprehension in his tone as his glance slid between her hand holding his dick and the hand holding the device.

  Fay giggled at his flushing cheeks and released her hold on his fading erection. “It’s called sounds.”

  “Okay, that’s interesting.”

  “Yes, it is. You won’t believe what I’ve learned.”

  His chest heaved up and down. “I’ve never heard of it before.”

  “Neither had I, but I’ve done my research. Relax. We’ll discover its pleasures together.”

  He looked as if he were swallowing a large rock. “What are you going to do with it?” There was a glimmer of uncertainty in his eyes. “Are you going to try to slip that thing in my cock?”

  “Do you trust me?” She squeezed a thick, water based lube on her fingers and rubbed it down the metal spoke before dabbing a touch of the cream to the tip of his cock. “I intend to bring you nothing but pleasure.”

  He took a deep breath and held it for two heartbeats before exhaling. “I trust you.”

  Holding his member in the proper position, she made a gentle and slow insertion of the thin rod into his flaccid shaft, stopping the probe when the tip of his dick met the curved end. Holding it in one hand, Fay used the other to tap her fingernail gently on the rounded metal tip. She knew her actions would send a decadent vibration deep into his body. Drakker’s moans told her he didn’t mind his first experience with the sounds.

  She leaned down and sucked his cock into her mouth, knowing his pleasure was about to increase.

  He groaned louder.

  She hooked her teeth on the curved part of the steel shaft and pulled the rod out, before using her tongue to push it back in. She’d been told the sensation was like having his cock sucked on the inside as well as the outside. Fay repeated the gentle move several times until Drakker’s cock started to respond. As his cock grew harder, he moaned, “Mmm. Oh Christ, don’t stop.”

  When she withdrew the rod out of his member his body shuddered. His breaths were shallow, and his eyes filled with lust. Fay picked up the rope she’d stopped wrapping and began winding again now that she had his attention. “There is a beauty in ties and the way the rope caresses and restrains your flesh.” She gave a firm tap to his swollen dick, keeping him aware of her control.

  “Minx!”

  She fluttered her lashes at him and pulled the silk rope she’d laced down the front of his muscled chest taut.

  His breaths deepened.

  “Did you know bondage has always existed throughout mankind’s history? I’ve discovered in some of the ancient cultures it was seen as an intimate release of the body through restraint.”

  Drakker swallowed hard as she dropped the rope down and wound it in a snug fit around the base of his balls twice. Her fingers toyed with his bulging sac as she said, “Shibari is personal to each man or woman in what he or she allows their mind to release.”

  The sound of Drakker’s hard, deep breaths encouraged her to continue trussing artful knots. At the top of his sac, she ran the end of the rope up his stomach to connect it to the ropes binding his chest. It was quite evident by his hard nipples and dilated pupils he was excited by the bondage.

  “Ma chérie, I got nothing to release but my cum. You’re driving me crazy with this shit.”

  Moving behind him, she landed a stinging smack on his tight, little ass. His head snapped around to eye her hard.

  “Release me. I want to make love to you.”

  “When I’m good and ready.” She dropped the rope to the floor.

  “Fay.”

  She reached between his thighs and cupped his balls. “Very nice.” She caressed his sac while admiring the heaviness of his testes in the palm of her hand. A soft heat of excitement warmed between her legs. “I love how they feel when they’re bound like this. Shall I kiss, suck, or bite these?” She gave them a little squeeze and swore she heard him draw a sharp breath.

  Drakker looked back and around at her. There was an edge in his voice. “I’d advise you to kiss them.”

  Feeling naughty, Fay gave them a firm squeeze. He sucked in a hard breath as she moved in front of him once again. Kneeling down, she caressed his balls before bringing them to her mouth for a soft kiss. She held the heat of his balls to her mouth before making a gentle suck to draw his testicles in. She swirled her tongue around them and on their release, nipped at the giving flesh.

  He stiffened.

  Retrieving the rope from the floor, she yanked it through his legs and swore she saw excitement in the sparkle of his eyes.

  He groaned as she looped the silk around his shaft just below the swollen head and wrapped it all the way down his stiffness in nice neat little rows to the base. She ended with a loop around his balls.

  “Oh God. My cock’s fucking throbbing.”

  “I knew you’d like this.” One more loop around his balls joined them to his cock. Using another rope she bound his torso and left a loop at his back. She finished by winding the soft cord down one of his muscular legs, tying the very end to a new hoop she then attached to the hanging frame.

  “I’m going to come.”

  “It’ll be dry, sweetie. I learned you can’t shoot your beautiful seed until I untie your balls.” After wrapping his other leg, she attached it to the ankle ring on the rig. She hooked his back loop to its own ring already attached to the frame.

  Fay tapped the head of his cock. She raised her hand in an upward motion, and the harness hoisted him into the air. He grabbed the ring as his feet left the ground. He now hung suspended facedown parallel to the floor at a height of three feet.

  Sitting on the floor beneath him, she placed delicate licks on the exposed head of his shaft, teasing him. He groaned, moaned, and cussed at her taunting foreplay. She nibbled the tip of his cock, and a hissed breath left him. Once she soothed the nip with a lick and twirled her tongue several times around his head, she swore she heard him utter I love you.

  “What did you say?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Tell me what you said.”

  “No.”

  “I can touch you anywhere, Drakker. Anywhere.” She reached up and ran her finger down his ass. “I can lick anywhere. And I can bite…anywhere I desire.”

  “Christ, you�
�re driving me crazy.” He strained against his bonds. “Ma chérie, release me, so I can shove my cock into your wet pussy. I know you’re as wired up as I am right now.”

  “I can’t untie you until you embrace the rope.” She stripped off her blouse, revealing her bound breasts.

  “Oh shit.”

  His eyes zeroed in on her tits as she lay back, lifted her butt, and removed the rest of her clothing.

  “I want to suck on those.”

  “Not until I say.” Fay sprawled out, naked just under where he hung parallel to the floor. She parted her legs and stroked her finger through her pussy. This seduction was really getting to her, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could resist. “Ooh.”

  “Let me have a lick of you.”

  She ran her hand up to her tied breasts and rubbed her pussy crème over her areola. She watched his glassy gaze focus in on her turgid nipple as he slid his tongue across his bottom lip, leaving a wet trail.

  “You want a taste of me?” She scooted her body up and waved her hand to lower the frame to just a tongue’s distance from her slit. She giggled. “Can you smell my arousal?”

  “Give me a taste.”

  She lifted her ass off the floor, giving him a taste of her pussy before she dropped her hips. “Oooh, I like your tongue.”

  “Release me, and I’ll lick you all night.”

  She sat up, shoving her boobs in his face. “What about these?” She’d tied her knots to slip back and forth to her preference. Right now she wanted the rope tighter to bind her breasts together until they closed in around his mouth, like two soft pillows smothering his face.

  He flicked his tongue, stroking one nipple then the other before she leaned away from him. She arched back and spread her legs, letting him hang just inches away, unable to touch her. She teased, giving him a full view of her swollen wet pussy and bound breasts. “Do you like it when I squeeze my boobies like this?”

  “Yes.” His voice was hoarse with desire.

  She could tell he was itching to taste and touch her. She grabbed her rope and cinched it tighter to make her breasts look plump, almost ready to pop. Her nipples, engorged with blood, stayed hard. She scooted closer to him. He stretched his tongue out reaching for one of her Amethyst-pink buds.