Sinsperationally Yours

by Prince, Nikki

  Excellent.

  Leaning back into the seat she closed her eyes and gently trickled her power into his mind. She had no idea where the bastard was taking her. But she was damn well going to get some revenge.

  ***

  Stephen plunged deep into the slick, heated folds of her flesh. Geneva rode him, driving harder and harder with each thrust of her pelvis, pulling him deeper. Her breasts were level with his face and he took one into his mouth, his tongue sliding over the soft mound. She gasped and moaned in pleasure digging her fingers into his shoulders.

  He felt like he had been at it for days but he didn’t want to stop. He couldn’t stop. Desire washed over him in waves with apparently no ending. He would rise almost to the top of his climax but then she would slow down, back off. Over and over again. His hands gripped her hips as he sought release but they made no difference. She was in control. For that he wasn’t sorry. It was heaven. Sweet torment.

  He could hear the sound of waves crashing on shore and felt soft warm sand beneath his bum. His back was leaning against the firm trunk of a palm tree, its branches rustling as they swayed gently overhead. And wrapped around his front was the most beautiful women he had ever seen. But something was off…

  “It’s so good, don’t stop,” she said pulling his mouth up from her breast and kissing him slow and deep as she continued the steady rocking motion of her hips. God she tasted good. His tongue tangled intimately with hers and he could feel the tip of his penis harden further from where it was buried deep within her. She was so soft and hot and wet.

  “Release me,” she whispered. “Remove the spell and I’ll make all your dreams come true.”

  A kookaburra sounded in the foliage and his eyes shot open. It was a sound he’d heard many times. It was a warning. Burnu’s warning. He broke the kiss and his eyes scanned the area around them.

  “I could make love with you all day,” she whispered in his ear. “Release me so I can do everything you’ve dreamed of.” Her fingers slid from the base of his neck into his hair.

  Gathering his power he briefly closed his eyes to focus. As he filtered out the confusion and felt clarity return, he opened them again and that’s when he knew. They were in a dream world. He could tell by the faint shimmer emanating from everything around them including her.

  He shook his head from side to side. “No.”

  Her tongue flicked at his earlobe and then traced a circle around the opening of his ear. Her soft breath caused his pulse to quicken, his senses to zero in on her tongue. His focus wavered. He was deep inside her. Held tight. A prisoner of her heat.

  No!

  In one gargantuan effort he pulled back to himself again. Away from the curling tendrils of her power. He must have fallen asleep. She was obviously trying to gain control over him again with her seduction. But he wasn’t about to let it happen again. It had been his first challenge as a shaman, to gain control of his dreams.

  She nibbled on the side of his neck and moved in a new motion on his lap, sending spikes of pleasure to his brain. “Fine,” she whispered. “Then I’ll make your nightmares come true instead.”

  The beach faded away to be replaced by volcanic rock that dug into his legs, and a ring of flame surrounding them. Her face and body shimmered and distorted where he held her on his lap. She phased and transformed into a horrible hag-like creature with multiple twisting tentacles that were wrapping around him, constricting his body and his neck. He felt himself begin to suffocate.

  He fought back the fear in his mind. He knew it was all an illusion. I am the master of my dream world, he told himself firmly. He gathered his power and took hold of the dreamscape fabric with his mind. It was fine if she wanted to take him on in the dream world. Two could play at that game.

  The scene faded quickly away as he wielded his power, replacing the horrible image with the two of them naked together again on a white, down feather mat surrounded by sheer curtains. It was on a platform in the middle of a warm, private, wooded room reminiscent of a spa. The scent of eucalyptus hung in the humid air.

  Shock lit her face. Before she could make another move he rolled them over, covering her body with his, and supporting himself on one elbow over her.

  In his mind, he felt her try to take the scene back and responded by plunging deep within her, still rock hard. “I can’t get enough of you. You make me want more every time.” He stroked several times more in rapid succession, planting himself to the hilt.

  She gasped, her head falling back against the mat. Her eyelids fell as she was swept away with passion. He felt the last coils of her power releasing their hold on the dream, leaving him complete control of it as her body responded to him.

  He could feel her rising, tightening, getting to the edge of climax and pulled out just before she peaked.

  Her eyes opened and she seemed about to protest, but he cut her off.

  “Not yet sweetheart. I have more for you.” He gently moved her to her hands and knees. Gripping his shaft in his hands he briefly probed her slick folds with the engorged head until he found her opening and drove into her again. She cried out in pleasure and he drew back all the way and then slid into her depths once more.

  She was hot and wet and he wasted no time setting a fierce pace, increasing the rhythm until their flesh slapped together in an erotic harmony, her body willing and pliable.

  When he felt her at the edge again, he pulled at her shoulders and she rose before him in a kneeling position. He fondled a breast with one hand and her clitoris with the other. It was slick and inflamed. He rubbed the whole area with the fingers of his hand while he pumped into her. He could feel her opening to him like she hadn’t done before.

  Her head fell back against him and she moaned. One of her hands was clenched on his hip and the other following his as he worked her moist heat. If she would just let go he knew he could bring her to climax in a way she hadn’t experienced before.

  He nibbled the lobe of her ear and his tongue gently explored its delicate contours. He felt her relax an increment more for him. Almost there, he thought as he continued the play of his hands on her body. “Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, that’s it. Surrender to me sweet succubus.”

  Her eyes shot open and suddenly they were both out of the dream world and sitting next to each other in their seats on the plane.

  Chapter 7

  Geneva glared at him with every bit of scorn within her. She seethed. Never in her life had she been treated so! To be abducted, put on a leash, and then have a dream turned against her! Even worse, he didn’t look a bit sorry.

  “Who are you?!” she demanded. The smug look on his face making her loath more deeply.

  “I’m Stephen.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  He smiled and seemed to be laughing at her. “I’m a doctor. I live in Sydney.”

  Infuriating!

  She crossed her arms. “Fine, don’t answer. The last thing I remember is something about you needing my help…” That wiped the smile from his face, she noted with pleasure.

  “Oh now, I was just having a bit of fun with you. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

  He looked sincere but she remained silent.

  He sighed and held out his hand to her. “I’m a shaman.”

  Her brow furrowed but she took his hand and shook it. Letting it go quickly as the contact fired up sensations from just a few seconds ago. Her eyes flitted back to his face. “A shaman and a doctor?”

  He shrugged. “They’re both healers.”

  “And then some,” she said.

  He nodded. “And then some.”

  “So tell me, Dr. Shaman, why did you abduct me?”

  A flicker of shame rolled across his face. “Look, I apologize for doing that. I really mean you no harm. I promise.”

  She snorted delicately.

  “I swear, I’ll make it up to you,” he said. “It’s just, my brother and his wife are…having difficulty conceiving a child and I thought you m
ight be able to help. I’ve read reports of women becoming miraculously pregnant from the males of your kind.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Of course. We do all the work and they take all the credit. Men.”

  He was watching her closely.

  “What?” she said.

  “So it’s true then? It’s the succubi that have the power to…do whatever you do.”

  “Whatever I do?” she laughed. “That’s one way to put it.”

  “I mean, obviously the power rests with you, with the females.”

  “Yes, it does.” She remained silent for a moment, calculating, unsure how much to tell him. Well, what could he do with the information anyway? It’s not like anyone would believe what she told him. “That’s how it was meant to be from the very beginning. God made women to have a choice back then. Not be slaves to random event. We had the power to decide when to have children. Those of us descended from the first four wives still do actually. The others, the descendants of Eve who make up most of the human population, don’t have the power. It was part of God’s punishment.”

  He seemed to be thinking. “And what about your seductive power? Was that part of the original design as well?”

  She nodded. “Of course. How better to heighten the sexual experience?”

  A light of understanding dawned in his eyes. “They say succubi feed off of men’s energy. Any truth to that?”

  She made a scornful sound. “Of course they would paint it that way. We only take the extra energy created by the experience, which we heighten in the first place and also help to create. The energy is used for the fetus. Because of it succubi go through pregnancy gracefully and give birth easily, not like your women who have to do everything on their own with their fragile bodies. The energy gathered during sex eases everything. But, of course, God took that power away from them. That’s why they strain and struggle with childbirth.”

  He raised a hand to his chin. “It sounds really bizarre to me, to be talking about God and the descendants of Eve, but in a weird way it all makes sense.”

  He was strange this doctor/shaman. When she had first met him he’d seemed so contained, so together, it had made her want to rip his clothes off and ruffle his composure. She fully expected him to scoff at the answers she gave, but he seemed perfectly open minded, looking serious and sexy as he did so. It turned her on.

  “Do you have any children?” he asked her suddenly.

  Taken aback by the change in topic she gave a wry laugh. “No.”

  “Why do you say it that way? You don’t like children?” He was watching her again. His green-gold gaze exploring her face.

  “It’s not that I don’t like them. They’re fine I guess. I’ve actually never spent much time around any. I like my freedom. I like my life the way it is.”

  He said nothing.

  She wished he would, he was difficult to read.

  “Where do you live?” he finally asked.

  “Everywhere.”

  “You said that before.”

  “I wasn’t joking.” She crossed her arms across her chest. “Where do you live?” It was time to turn the tables here. She’d answered enough questions.

  “Sydney.” An amused smile curved his lips and she could tell he knew what she was doing. Strands of rumpled brown hair curled against his forehead and others went haphazardly to the side. She could smell his cologne, it was subtle but reminded her of wood and earth and something else she couldn’t place her finger on.

  “You said that before,” she said mockingly.

  The side of his lips twitched up. “I live in Mosman on the North Shore,” he clarified.

  “What kind of doctor are you?”

  “A fertility specialist.”

  Fertility. She remembered the way he had lain her on her back and plunged into her. “Of course you are.” She unbuckled her seatbelt, suddenly feeling like she had to get away from him. His proximity wasn’t helping to decrease the arousal she still felt from their dream encounter. She needed to be alone so she could take care of her need.

  Rising from her seat, she scanned the aisles for the bathroom. Her heart sank. It was all the way in the back of the plane, more than three yards away. “Well doctor, I need to go to the bathroom. So unless you’ve taken the binding spell away, you’re coming with me.”

  He rose without comment and followed her to the back of the plane of sleeping passengers. Stephen leaned against the wall opposite from the stall she went into. She shut the door and slid the lock, satisfied when it clicked.

  What have I gotten into? She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Stephen didn’t seem that dangerous but he had been able to capture her and get her on a plane. He must have found her passport in her belongings…she wondered idly if he had also packed her things and put them on the plane. Had he remembered to collect the blue bikini from the roof of the suite where she had lain in next to the jacuzzi?

  That thought and the memories of last night enforced her need once again. She lifted the hem of her white dress and pulled the fabric of her panties to the side. Leaning against the wall and closing her eyes she slid her fingers into the moist curls of her crotch where she rubbed her clitoris in firm circular motions for a few moments before sliding two of her fingers into herself. She slid them in and out rhythmically, her palm pressing down on her mound and continuing the tingling sensations there.

  Her breath came faster as she worked her flesh, called to mind memories of her recent encounters with Stephen to help stimulate her climax. She remembered the feel of his body on top of her, the drive of his hips against her, the firm engagement of his lips on hers…but it was no use. After spending several minutes trying to reach fulfillment she cursed in frustration. It just wasn’t happening. She couldn’t do it with him standing close by, so available. God help her, her body yearned for him. Yearned for him to finish what had occurred between them in the dream. She was so close. There was no way to stop now.

  She paused only momentarily with her hand on the latch as she made her decision and then yanked the door open. Grabbing his shirt at the chest she jerked him into the stall with her. He looked startled but didn’t resist.

  She quickly locked the door behind them and turned to face him. “You say you need my help? Well, first you owe me for abducting me,” she said.

  “Ah…okay,” he said slowly.

  Understanding lit his eyes as she quickly undid the fly of his pants. When he started to protest she kissed him, pouring the fullness of her erotic essence into him and his resistance disappeared. Pulling his pants down to his thighs she was glad to see he was hard already. She pushed him to sit on the lid of the toilet seat and, quickly removing her panties, mounted him and settled herself down on him, his penis spearing her depths. They both moaned softly.

  His hands clawed at her top, pulling the edge of her dress down until one of her breasts was exposed. His mouth latched onto it and he licked and kissed her tender flesh as she ground herself into him.

  She could feel the tendrils of her desire ensnaring him. She pushed for further connection but was suddenly blocked. His head lifted from her breast and he looked into her eyes. She could see awareness returning to him. He was pushing back against her power and starting to extend power of his own.

  Before she could react he rose, holding her in his arms, and set her ass on the edge of the sink counter. He wrapped her legs around his hips and then began thrusting firmly as he looked into her eyes.

  “I know what you need,” he whispered.

  She attempted to push feebly at his chest but was carried away by the sensations being created in her body. So hot. She let go and allowed him to take control. It was as though there were locked doors within her that she had never been aware of. They burst open and flooded her with pleasure she’d never imagined existed, unfolding her completely. Resistance faded completely from her mind as she was carried along in his rhythm.

  Her climax came to a head quickly. He kissed her as she did, her
soft cry stifled by his mouth, as her contractions began to wash through her. She felt his explosion begin as well and they clung to each other as waves of pleasure crashed over them.

  Chapter 8

  When they had recovered, they left the bathroom. Geneva following Stephen’s tall form down the aisle.

  She was still stunned at the intensity of her climax. Never before had she felt such sensations. Was it Stephen? Was it because he was a shaman? She felt a pull towards him that she had never felt towards any man and it disturbed her. Was the feeling a result of the binding spell? She wished she knew.

  What was it that made her crave the feel of him inside her? Why had she so enjoyed his presence next to her in bed at the hotel and leaning against him on the plane?

  He stopped in the aisle and she paused just behind him. There was a woman rummaging in one of the overhead compartments, a baby in her arms. Suddenly the woman began to crumple to the floor. Stephen reacted quickly, catching her by the shoulders.

  “Geneva, get the baby,” he said.

  She responded instantly to his calm, authoritative tone and awkwardly plucked the infant from the woman’s drooping arms. It was the first time she’d ever held one. It was heavier than she expected and soft like a beanbag.

  She watched Stephen slowly lay the woman in the aisle and examine her. He lifted her wrist to inspect what looked like a medical bracelet, turning it over in his fingers.

  “When did you last eat?” he asked the barely conscious woman.

  “Dinner service,” she said in a whoozy voice.

  “Did you take your medicine?” he asked.

  She nodded faintly.

  “Geneva,” he said turning around. “Go ask the flight attendants for some juice.”