Wicked Empress:The Onic Empire, Book 4

by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  Once he had exposed Bithia’s long legs, Drahka grasped her ankles and pushed up, pretending he was going to bind her, but instead, he caught her gaze. Holding up the restraints, he shook his head, glanced at Viltori and then nodded. Bithia flashed her understanding with a quick blink and a nod that she masked by struggling.

  “Are they on?” Just as Viltori turned to look, Drahka grasped his arms and slapped the metal restraints around his wrists. “By the gods!” Viltori climbed to his knees, clearly panicked.

  Drahka wrapped his arms around his chest, encompassing his bound arms, and squeezed, lifting him up and then pushing him over, face down on the bed.

  “Don’t fight me, Viltori.” Just as he did to Bithia, Drahka leaned close. Placing his lips right to his ear, he said, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “This isn’t what we agreed to.” Viltori struggled in earnest.

  Calmly sitting on his buttocks, holding him down with the sheer weight of his body, Drahka said, “I changed my mind.”

  Bithia settled next to him, her eyes alight with the erotic possibilities. Nuzzling Viltori’s ear with her lips, she asked, “What’s wrong, teacher? Don’t you like seeing your student become so adept?”

  Struggling and snarling, Viltori whipped his head from side to side. He bucked his hips trying to throw Drahka off. Each time he did, he jostled Drahka’s prick, which he made a point of rubbing against his back. Growling with frustration, Viltori went limp when he realized that Drahka held him down without straining himself at all.

  “What are you going to do to me?” The bed muffled his dejected voice.

  “Anything I want.” Drahka turned to Bithia. Calling her close, he murmured instructions into her ear so Viltori could not hear. Flashing him a grin, she readied everything they would need to fully restrain Viltori. Watching her move about, her face flushed with excitement as the wires continued to hum and tease her breasts, almost pushed him over the edge. Determined to make this moment count, Drahka took several calming breaths.

  Releasing one wrist, Drahka lifted Viltori’s captured hand while Bithia helped him lift the other. Clicking the restraints back on, he rolled Viltori over. Now he straddled his chest. Drahka realized he could swing his bound hands down, so he moved up higher on his chest, using his legs to hold his arms up. This position also placed his cock very close to Viltori’s mouth. Viltori was angry, but he wasn’t going to bite. While he held Viltori firmly captured, Bithia tried to bind his legs, but he kicked, dislodging her hands. He wasn’t trying to hurt her, but he refused to assist her in binding him.

  “Going to make this difficult, are you?” Drahka leaned back, captured Viltori’s legs, and held them while Bithia pushed the soles of his feet together and encased his ankles in the restraints. Once they were locked into place, Viltori stopped struggling. There was no point now. The way the restrains worked, he could not bring his legs together, or even get to his knees, not with the soles of his feet touching. Viltori had gotten aroused just holding the device and describing its use to Drahka earlier today. He seemed shocked to find himself captive by the same implement.

  Drahka scooted back a bit on Viltori’s chest, staring down at his friend’s flashing eyes. A thousand future punishments lurked in his gaze, and Drahka would gladly take them all to have this one moment of mastery.

  Cupping his chin, he teased his thumb along Viltori’s lips, just as he had done to Bithia. “Do you want to watch him suck my cock?” He looked at Viltori, but asked the question to Bithia.

  Leaning near, she considered Drahka’s cock, Viltori’s lips, as if debating the issue. “Yes, I think he would look very good with your cock in his mouth. But first—” Bithia slipped the twin wires from her nipples and placed them on his. Arching below Drahka’s body, Viltori released a groan that vibrated Drahka’s balls. Mockingly, Bithia asked, “Did you think I’d forgotten about these?”

  “I’ll make both of you pay for this.” Viltori’s hair was a tousled mass of gold, which only highlighted the soft brown of his eyes. Despite his blustering, he was hard, because Drahka could feel the tip of his cock against his right buttock. When he moved, he created a small circle of wetness against his flesh, which flashed multiple scenarios through his mind. He could do so much to Viltori, especially with Bithia’s help.

  “Then we better make the most of the time we have with you.” Sliding his hips forward, Drahka teased the tip of his cock along Viltori’s lips. Opening his mouth as if to bite, Viltori flashed a nasty grin, then darted his tongue out, swiping the textured flesh along his taut foreskin. “Tell me how much you love the taste of my cock.” When Viltori refused, Drahka pulled back, holding his prick just out of reach. “Tell me.”

  Teeth gritted, eyes glittering, Viltori swore, “I love the taste of your cock.”

  “Tell me you want to suck it.”

  “I want to suck it dry.”

  Smiling down, Drahka said, “You’re a good student.”

  “You don’t have to bind me to have me do this.”

  “I know, but this is so much more interesting.” Holding his face in both his massive hands, Drahka placed his cock against his lips. When Viltori opened his mouth to speak, Drahka thrust his cock within, loving the hot, wet feel of Viltori’s mouth. Despite his snarling and occasional resistance, Viltori was more aroused than Drahka had ever seen him.

  Bithia climbed behind Drahka, nestling her cunt right atop Viltori’s cock, tormenting him in a whole new way. “Do you feel how slick I am?” She leaned around Drahka’s chest to peer at Viltori. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

  Drahka wanted to caution her not to take him inside, but she seemed to grasp the rules of the game. They commanded him, but they wouldn’t make him do anything he didn’t actually wish to do. Given the greedy way he was sucking at Drahka’s cock, he clearly wanted to continue.

  Sliding her hand around Drahka’s hip, she captured his cock, holding the shaft as she pressed her body against his back. Softly she said, “It’s like it’s mine.” Nudging him forward, she pushed the tip deeper into Viltori’s hungry mouth. “It’s like he’s sucking my cock.” Back and forth Bithia worked their bodies along Viltori’s chest, her cunt sliding along as Drahka’s cock moved in and out of Viltori’s mouth.

  On the verge of climax, Drahka pulled back. Just as Viltori had done, Drahka whispered, “No, my teacher, we are not done yet. You won’t be finished so quickly.”

  Disappointment darkened his gaze. Drahka climbed off him but stayed close, settling back on his knees while Bithia teased her cunt fully along Viltori’s cock.

  “What is it you love to say?” Leaning forward, Bithia teased her nipples against Viltori’s chest as she spoke. “Ah, yes. My sweet, hot cunt.” Sliding her hands up his bound arms, she captured his wrists, placing her face within kissing distance of him.

  Drahka loved seeing the contrast of their bodies—Bithia so dark compared to Viltori. Her hair was short black spikes and his was masses of tangled blond curls. Her body curvy and plush, his hard and strong. If he could, he would do them both at the same time. Instead, he settled back, watching Bithia drive Viltori into madness. As she kissed him, she whispered more erotic words against his mouth.

  “I want you inside me so badly. The walls of my sex weep for you.” All this while she continued gliding up and down.

  Viltori closed his eyes in frustration and begged her for surcease.

  “So many times you’ve teased me beyond rational thought. It seems fair I do the same to you.”

  Below her, he strained up, as if he moved at just the right time he could plunge inside her, but Bithia managed to move away right before he could. Sighs of disappointment became furious growls of frustration.

  “There it is. The anger.” Bithia leaned up, settling herself atop him as she cupped her breasts. “That’s what I want to see. You deny me? Now I deny you.”

  Bound hands clenched into fists, Viltori swore, “When the day comes, my lady, and trust me, it will come, when t
he day comes for me to fill your cunt with my cock, I’m going to pound into you so hard you will never, ever forget that moment.”

  Drahka had never seen his eyes so intense. Viltori had longed to give to Bithia since he’d met her. To continue to hold back must take self-control beyond measure. Captive below her as she teased him mercilessly was only solidifying his determination. Drahka could not wait to witness that moment. If they came together without him, he would never forgive either of them.

  “Promises, promises.” Bithia offered a lazy smile and kissed him again. “I’m going to use you to climax. I’m going to hold myself right here and make you watch me.” Bithia’s hand moved across his chest, then to the space between her thighs. When contact came, she sighed and arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward, holding them well out of the reach of Viltori’s hungry mouth.

  “And you, just sitting there letting her use me like this?” Viltori woke Drahka from his trance. “Why don’t you do something?”

  “I am.” Viltori’s frown prompted him to add. “I am watching.” Drahka lowered his hand to grasp his own prick. “I like to watch.” Giving his cock one good, long stroke caused Viltori’s entire body to tighten. Bithia too tightened her legs as she watched him, which in turn clutched her more firmly around Viltori. A swell of pride filled Drahka that he could arouse them both without contact. Again, he stroked himself, this time drawing up on his knees, showing off the muscles in his legs, hips, chest and arms. Left hand firmly wrapped around his shaft he squeezed lightly, teasing himself further. “Both of you like to watch.”

  Eyes riveted to him, Bithia continued to rub herself as she watched Drahka stroke himself and Viltori rocked his hips, getting some satisfaction against Bithia.

  “You said you wanted to watch me.” Drahka lowered his face but lifted his gaze to his teacher. Connection hit. The link between them was so strong Drahka almost looked away. In his eyes, he felt his longing, almost as if Bithia’s sweetly slick sex was against Drahka’s own aching cock. But he knew if he pulled her from Viltori now, he would not be able to resist. He would plunge into her with abandon, damning the consequences.

  “That day in the mirrored room, you wanted to watch me lose control.” Holding his hand steady, Drahka rocked his hips, plunging his cock rhythmically into his fist. “Watch me now, my friend. Watch me climax while I watch you getting tormented.”

  Increasing her pace, Bithia worked her body against Viltori as she rubbed her finger across the tight nub of her clit. Breasts bouncing as she worked, her gaze held steady to Drahka, which infuriated Viltori. Determined to get her attention, he lowered his hands and cupped one ample breast.

  “Look at me,” Viltori commanded. Pulling her down as he angled up, he managed to pull her breast to his mouth and suck hard at her nipple.

  “Greedy man.” Cupping the back of his head with one hand, she continued to rub her clit as she squirmed above him. “You know I’m not going to help you climax.”

  “I want to feel you.” Biting at her breast, he switched to the other and nibbled hard. “Use me to climax, but look at me, not him.”

  “Jealousy?” Bithia mocked him, but gently. “I will make you my whole world.” Drawn to him, she leaned forward, rotating her chest, feeding him one breast, then the other, as she rocked her slick sex over Viltori’s cock. “Look only at me.”

  Viltori did.

  Drahka lessened his strokes, giving Bithia the opportunity to go first. Determinedly she moved atop Viltori, who demanded her attention with his aggressive handling and sucking of her breasts. Each pass she made along him caused him to lift up, a mimic of what each truly wished to do.

  “Are you close, my lady?” Drahka asked.

  Bithia nodded, increasing her movements, working her hand firmly until she jerked forward, collapsing against Viltori’s chest. Delicate quivers contracted her form. Viltori placed his bound hands around her head, holding her to him, letting her wring the last of pleasure before he let go and placed his hands behind his head. Much to Drahka’s delight, Viltori had not climaxed. When Bithia rose up, Drahka whispered in her ear. Her smile was sweet and ruthless all at the same time.

  Viltori watched them both with lowered brows. Bithia moved back slightly and, using her slick climax, she grasped Viltori’s cock in both hands.

  “Watch Drahka.” Bithia turned her head, following Drahka’s timing. Each time he stroked his fist down, she stroked her fist down Viltori.

  “It’s like I’m touching myself and you at the same time.” Leaning up again, showing off his body, Drahka continued his leisurely strokes. Watching Bithia torment Viltori only increased his rise to the inevitable. “All day and most of this night I have been aroused.” Looking now deeply into Viltori’s eyes, he added, “The way you talk about taking control lights up your whole face, and now that I’ve done so to you, I can see why.” Drahka took a deep breath and made one hard slide down to the base of his cock. Viltori moaned when Bithia did the same to him. “Such power, such an incredible rush in overwhelming you, taking command of you, doing what I wished with you.” He could feel his balls lifting, ready to release him from his daylong distress. The rapid rise and fall of Viltori’s chest told him was close too. Concentrating now on the finale, Drahka timed his breathing to his strokes, encouraging Viltori to match with Bithia. As his awareness shifted outward, he connected again to Viltori and, when he climaxed, so did Viltori.

  A mutual growl lifted into the air and rumbled against the glass ceiling. Gushing jets of white splattered along the hair of Drahka’s chest as he leaned back, giving Viltori the visual he’d mentioned to Bithia. Watching the same jet along Viltori’s chest only increased Drahka’s pleasure and the connection he felt. Lowering his head, he slumped forward, exhausted. Bithia released Viltori from his restraints. Cautiously she looked at him, ready for anything.

  Climbing to his knees, Viltori swept Bithia and Drahka into his arms and shared a three-way kiss.

  “You’re not angry?” Bithia caressed the hair right above his ear, smoothing it back from his face.

  “No.” He kissed her shoulder, peering up playfully into Drahka’s eyes. “But I will have revenge.”

  Drahka took the threat as a promise.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Morning light filled the empress suite with dazzling brightness. Viltori shielded his eyes with his hand, then flipped the covers over his head. Sadly, he was alone in the crimson darkness. Bithia and Drahka had left much earlier to see about the issue of their bonding. Alone and hard, Viltori thought back over last night, amazed at Drahka’s cunning.

  “Perhaps I am a better teacher than I realized.”

  Initial terror had given way to sublime pleasure. Bithia was so wet and hot he’d forgotten his vow and tried to slip his cock within her. In the harsh light of day, he thanked the gods he’d been bound and unable to give into his lust. The unspoken words of the woman with the silver hair and eyes rolled in his mind:

  May nature have mercy upon your surrogate.

  The way she’d pushed the words into his consciousness convinced him she meant his child. Each time he considered what she’d said, he saw a helpless innocent suffering untold heartache so that he could live. He considered the idea that he could prevent his shame from touching his child by not having one. There were ways to forever prevent himself from impregnating Bithia; however, if he took such drastic measures, he would be denying himself and Bithia the joy of having a child.

  But Drahka could still have one with her.

  Viltori thought he could love Drahka’s child just as much as he could love one of his own. What Drahka said was true—what did it really matter who the father was? A child was a gift from the gods. Any and every child between the three of them would be thoroughly loved. But then his heart turned to ice. What if the gods took their revenge on Bithia and Drahka’s child? If Viltori tried to deny his fate, the gods would find another way to punish him. Perhaps something more vile by visiting his shame upon one u
tterly removed from his crime.

  Rolling onto his belly, Viltori hugged his pillow hard, determined to keep his tears at bay. Regret for what Bithia and Drahka had done seemed terribly inappropriate. They’d given him back his life. But at what cost? He couldn’t bear to have what should have been his death placed on another. Still, though, the way of the silver woman’s mind told him it would not be a one-to-one exchange. One would not die to take his place, but one would suffer horribly. How could he do anything with that threat hanging over his head? How could he live his life without constantly considering the due that must be paid?

  What if he left? He considered this option for a long time. Actually pictured himself living on one of the few planets he knew something about, but leaving wouldn’t fix the problem. Proximity to him probably had nothing to do with when or how the obligation would be paid. Since both Bithia and Drahka had a part in bringing him back, he feared they were equally guilty. Even if he ran to another planet, his debt would only follow him. He could not run from this problem, and he couldn’t tell Drahka or Bithia. They would dismiss the silver woman’s words, or worse, seek her out and demand an explanation. Viltori couldn’t let the Treagen woman suffer, not after she’d given him back his life. In his heart, he knew that would only increase the magnitude of his debt. Somehow, he had to find a way to pay his own due.

  Flinging back the covers, he slid out of bed. His wrists and ankles were tender, but not horribly so. Rubbing his belly, he moved toward the table filled with covered platters. He ate without tasting, bathed without feeling, dressed without caring. His mind could not let go of the problem facing him. The only time he’d been free of the all-consuming thoughts was when he and Drahka had been planning their lusty encounter with Bithia.

  A twinge of shame hit him then, that he hadn’t been completely honest with Drahka. But he knew if he told him the truth, he would argue against such a stance. Giving to Bithia no matter his station was more important to Drahka than Viltori’s moral dilemma. Still, he should have told him the truth. But he feared that Drahka, amazing and persuasive Drahka, would have convinced him to change his mind. However, when they’d been acting out their detailed scenario, Drahka offered his surprising twist. Watching him stroke himself had been just as arousing as Bithia’s teasing. But he knew they could not make do with that type of sexual activity for much longer. The urge to mate fully and completely with Bithia grew stronger each time she was near. In a moment of weakness, he knew he would surrender.