He returned the tactile contact by sliding his hand up her leg. Leaning back on the bed, he pulled her with him and cupped her breast as they settled on the mattress. He began kissing her, lavishing her mouth with soulful kisses.
Cushla kissed him back with equal fervor while caressing his chest and arms and thighs. Again, finding his stiff cock she wrapped her hand around it and began stroking it rhythmically, coaxing his arousal, anxious to have him penetrate her.
“Yes Mistress,” he whispered. “You know just what I like. And I know—what you want.” He circled her ear lightly with his tongue and sucked gently on her lobe.
Cushla felt desire flare brilliantly, the walls of her pussy thickening and becoming slick with juices at his words and the way he touched her. “Please,” she pleaded, ignoring that she’d never in her life pleaded with any man—until now, but Tarken…oh! The way he slowly moved down, kissing his way along her neck, his breathing causing warm tuffs of air to bathe her skin as he licked and nibbled the sensitive area along her shoulder. She let her head drop back to give him better access to her.
He lingered there licking and sucking lightly, and nipping her skin with his teeth, causing a wave of shudders to course their way along her flesh as he heightened her aching need for him. She released a moan and spread her thighs, and his hand, which had been resting on her belly moved swiftly downward to play between them. He brushed her clit with his thumb and then rubbed it in circular motions while his lips kissed circles around the areola of her left breast before catching the nipple in his mouth. He held it gently in his teeth while he flicked his tongue over its tip prompting Cushla to squirm and moan.
Tarken lifted his head and smiled at her response to him, and then dipped again to repeat the process with the other breast, drawing the same response from her.
Cushla grasped his penis and tugged, hoping he would get the message, hoping he was feeling the same fervor as she was to have it penetrate her, but he instead pushed his finger into her vagina and stroked. Her hips began to move in response to his adept ministrations and she knew she was nearing her climax. “Mmm…” Cushla sighed. “Yes my master, please keep going.” His attention to her and her responses to him had caused her grasp of his penis to slacken.
He chuckled low and pulled free of her grip. “Turn over,” Tarken instructed her as he rose up on his elbow.
She grunted a complaint when he withdrew his finger from her, gave him a questioning look but did as he bade, rolling to her belly.
Once she was settled, he gently brushed her hair to the side and again nuzzled her neck and shoulders, kissing and licking his way down the center of her back. Coming to the slight arch of her buttocks, he gave her a small nip which caused her to jerk slightly.
She then relaxed again, as he rubbed his hand soothingly over the rounded mounds of her ass before slapping his fingers sharply against first one, to which she squeaked, and then squeaked again when slapped the other. Much to her surprise the stinging aroused her, and her butt was raised for more before she’d even realized she’d done it.
“You like that.” Tarken chuckled. “When done properly it can bring much pleasure.” He snapped his fingers against one of her fleshy mounds again.
“Ouch!” Cushla yelped, and then laughed. “Yes, master.”
Tarken laughed again and then ran his fingers gently along the crease of her ass, until he reached her slit. “Your quim is slick and ready mistress.”
“Yes,” was all Cushla could say in response, focusing more on the titillating spasms of her clenching pussy as she waited for him to start finger fucking her again. She grew impatient with waiting and tried to push back on his digit, but he removed it. “Please Tarken,” she implored.
“Please what, little mistress?”
“I need you to fuck me,” Cushla returned, her voice nearly a pleading whine.
“Do you?” Tarken questioned.
With her mental faculties now drifting into a lusty fog, all Cushla could do at this point was drone out a low cry, which grew louder when he licked her clit and then drove his finger into her vagina. “Oh, stars of the galaxies!” She arched her back seeking deeper penetration. “More!”
“Does that feel good, mistress?” He mumbled against her skin and then licked her clit again while rapidly pumping his finger. “Do you like the way I make you feel?”
“Yes, master. I like the way you make me feel!” Cushla cried out.
“Good,” Tarken said between laps. “Because I want you to feel everything. Now roll to your back and spread your legs.”
Cushla didn’t hesitate. She turned over and spontaneously opened her thighs. Finally! He was going to finally fuck her! She released a shaking breath while watching his eyes as they grazed the length of her body, starting first at her toes. He grasped her foot and his hand was hot on her flesh. Inhaling sharply, she was amazed that something so typically platonic would cause her clit to throb even more vigorously. She cocked her hips as if to say—to scream , look here, look at my pussy. It needs you!
To her dismay he didn’t look, but instead his gaze took what seemed to be a calculating stroll along the length of her leg, ignoring her crotch, and then continuing up and along her abdomen. Well at least he stopped to take a gander at her breasts.
“What are you doing, Tarken?” Cushla asked impatiently.
“Feasting.” He grinned.
“Feasting?” In frustration, Cushla dropped her head against the pillow and released a grumbling sound. She didn’t bother to look when she heard his low chuckle, felt and heard him shifting, until she felt him rest his hips between her thighs, and then the weight of his body pressing on hers. Lifting her head, she looked up and between their bodies as he lifted to prop on his elbows. Her breathing quickened at the sight of the swollen head poised just at the entrance, her swollen, throbbing labia, her inner muscles screaming for the penetration.
He pushed it inside of her…slightly.
“Crashing stars, yes Tarken!” Cushla’s head fell back and she closed her eyes. “All of it. Give me all of it.”
He stroked shallow provoking her sex, probing and then sliding in a bit further before pulling back.
Cushla pumped on him, lifted her hips and arching up, seeking more of him, craving the fullness of his shaft. She was close, so damn close…closer to the peak she so desperately wanted. Slave to her own urges, she panted, cried, whined at the shallow strokes, begged him to drive it in, confused at his refusal, and then—then…
He stopped—just stopped.
“Wha—” Cushla peered up at him. “Why did you stop?” She watched in disbelief when he jerked out of her and sat back on his haunches.
Saying nothing he left the bed, stood and donned his trousers.
What had she done wrong?
“Do you want me in another position?” she questioned.
“No. Cushla. I am done.” he said calmly while latching up his pants.
“Done?” Dropping her gaze to the enormous bulge in his pants she furled her brow in confusion and looked up at him again. “But you’re as hard as a rock!”
Sitting in a nearby chair, Tarken pulled on his boots. Without looking at her he said. “I can take my pleasure with another female if I choose to relieve it.”
“You fucking bastard!” That comment infuriated her. Not only because it was a disdainful reference to her station, which was bad enough, but also because it hurt—it hurt inside of her chest…oh stars! She didn’t want Tarken to fuck another woman! She wanted him to fuck her.
Her body wanted to be fucked by him. She was so starfucking horny! “Why would you do this?” No sooner had the words left her mouth when she realized exactly why he had done it. Cushla winced and released a heavy breath. She wanted to vomit. Not only had he been able to bring her to the heights of sexual frustration, he’d also used it as power over her!
“I think you know why I just did this, Cushla.”
“You stinking belock!” She was outraged. H
ow could she have allowed herself to fall victim to this! “You piss ass dirty blackhole!”
Leaning back in the chair, Tarken threaded his fingers together and then extended his index fingers. He pressed them to his lips and studied her pensively…plotting ways to use her weaknesses in the future most likely! “I will leave you for a time now.” Tarken stood and donned his shirt. He headed for the door.
“Why? So you can go fuck somebody else!” Cushla regretted her words as soon as she said them, sharply regretted them when she saw the smug expression on his face as he turned his head to glance at her from over his shoulder.
“Does that bother you, mistress?”
“No!” Cushla growled. “Hades no! You have a right to fuck whomever you want. I’m just pissed at you because—because…” No way…no starblazing way. She clamped her mouth shut. She wouldn’t chance that he merely used sex to get to her and didn’t realize she was more upset because he’d punished her just at the moment she was most susceptible. She would take great care in the future to prevent revealing herself at all in the future.
“You need to learn how to behave, Cushla.” Tarken opened the door and then glanced at her once more. His eyes dropped to her still wet and throbbing pussy. “By the way, you are forbidden to touch yourself.”
“I will pleasure myself any time I damn well please, slavemaster!”
“You won’t.”
“I will.” She gazed at him defiantly. To prove her point she thrust her fingers between her labia and began to fiddle.
Tarken stalked toward her but she refused to stop fingering herself. She was a bit surprised when he gently wrapped his palm around her wrist and moved it away when she would’ve expected he would forcefully jerk it free.
He then released his grip and gazed down at her. “I take it you enjoy my punishments?”
Cushla didn’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. She glared at him, however drawing no reaction from him and watched him head for the open door.
Before he passed through it, Tarken looked over at her once more. “I’ll be watching you on my commlink. I would suggest in my absence you take the time to reconsider your dire need to abscond.”
Chapter Sixteen
“I was being kidnapped you slithering pestilence!” Was the last thing Tarken heard as the door slid closed behind him. That and the sound of some object she’d apparently thrown, smashing against the inside of the door.
Stiffly and gingerly he made his way to the galley. He needed to try and calm his screaming nerves, calm his raging libido. Hell blazes the session with her had been torturous. He needed a drink. Punching in the code for the strongest drink on the list, Tarken took it to a table and sat. Sipping the drink, he barely managed to swallow it. Shaking his head slightly, he wondered why a man as rich as Mecor stocked his star cruisers with such rotgut instead of decent liquor. But he reasoned the king probably saved the good stuff for himself, the selfish bastard.
Pulling his comm from his vest pocket, he activated the screen and linked to the view pod in his quarters. He found Cushla pacing the floor.
Wrapped in the bedcover she was mumbling to herself. At one point, she tipped her head up to the viewer and gestured and obscenity with her fingers.
Tarken couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re a tenacious little thing aren’t you, Cushla?”
She began to pace again, and as much as Tarken wished to push the whole punishment from his mind he began considering the intensity of how she aroused him. He never intended to enter her, to begin intercourse with her. It had nearly been his undoing. Why he refused himself an orgasm when all he wanted to do was spew inside of her, Tarken needed to mull over. With other women it wouldn’t have been an issue, but with Cushla, coming inside her while denying her the same pleasure somehow seemed…
“God spirits bedamned!” Tarken barked and took a hard swallow of the alcohol. It seemed somewhat mundane. Shifting in his chair, he re-arranged his now semi-stiff cock, putting it into a more comfortable position, though comfortable was a term he would use loosely. Glancing around, he was grateful to be alone. While he watched Cushla pace on his viewer his thoughts began to focus on his punishment and he had to wonder who this punishment was going to be tougher on, him or Cushla. When he was trailing kisses across her body, caressing her, exploring her he’d struggled immensely to keep his own arousal under control. It was a grueling task, torturous even.
Tarken closed his eyes and gulped more of his drink.
He could feel how tight and ready she was when he slipped his finger into her slit, her labia pink and swollen. The way she wantonly arched into his strokes, her moaning in bliss and complaints when he withdrew, and the kisses!
Never before had he so thoroughly enjoyed kissing a woman’s body. She had beautiful breasts. Tarken couldn’t resist the urge to nip at them. He listened to her body, her breathing, her moans, her movements, and he knew on several occasions she was just shy of climaxing. He had to deny her.
She was slave and he was master.
She needed to learn who was in control.
She needed to be trained.
“I had no choice but to deny your pleasure,” he said aloud, though saying it aloud failed to make him feel any better about it. He loathed denying her.
Tarken glanced at his commlink.
She was still pacing, though every now and then she glanced up at the viewer.
He could tell she was still angry but even in anger she was a beauty. The features on her face were delicate making her seem almost innocent. They belied the wild and passionate creature that hid beneath. How he’d enjoyed taking such a leisurely tour of body. Her scent, her taste...lapping at her pink and swollen pussy was pure ecstasy for his nose and tongue.
“Blazing hades,” Tarken grumbled again, his attention on the commlink.
Cushla stomped over to the bed. Throwing off the cover she fell to the mattress.
Now naked before his eyes Tarken gritted his teeth and downed the rest of his drink. He fought against the hard-on threatening to resurface as he watched Cushla caress her own body.
Her hands were moving everywhere from her slender feet up along her shapely legs and thighs, across her stomach, lingering on her beautiful breasts. She touched her lips with the tips of her fingers and smiled as if recalling his kisses.
Kisses that Tarken had thoroughly enjoyed as well.
Her other hand continued its meandering journey and he waited to see if she would disobey and attempt to pleasure herself. He was pleased that she passed over that part of her body to massage her inner thigh instead, though it was clear she wasn’t pleased by her own decision if the shriek that escaped her throat, and the almost violent way she bucked from the surface of the bed was any indication.
She glared at the viewer and then picked up a pillow and threw it, momentarily blocking his view of her as it hit the lens.
And then she did something that Tarken never expected. She sat up, leaned against the wall, smiled seductively at the viewer and spread her legs giving him full sight of her pussy, her clit, her inner lips, her opening. It was still glistening with wetness.
Tarken’s nostrils flared as if trying to catch the scent of her arousal. “Fuck!” he said watching her hump the air, the little seductress!
Her hands remained firmly planted to her sides, her fingers digging in and clenching the bed sheets, so technically she was still obeying him.
Tipping his head askew, Tarken wondered if she could actually come like that. His cock twitched in his pants.“Fucking hell spirits!” He downed the rest of the foul concoction. “The wicked little wench.”
The liquor helped to keep his erection subsided, but it did little to relieve the bad case of azure balls he was suffering. They were swollen and felt as if they were about to burst. Unable to watch her seductive dance any longer, Tarken shut down his commlink. He spent the better part of two clock dials, sucking down another drink. He finally managed to quell every bit of his arousal, allowing
his mind to wander to other less erotic things.
He walked slowly back to his chamber and the door slid silently open for him.
Cushla was still on the bed and the bed was a mess. The sheets were torn from the mattress and the cases from the pillows. Both pillows were actually on the other side of the room on the floor just below the viewer pod.
Having turned off the commlink he had no clue if she’d gone ballistic over her punishment or had given a full out sexual demonstration for his viewing pleasure. He assumed the former taking a chance she’d obeyed. Tarken stood at the foot of the bed looking at her and she glared back at him. “Frustration can be as painful as a beating, Cushla.”
She turned her face away from him and stuck her dainty little nose in the air.
“Do you understand?”
Facing him again, he read the rage on her face. “Oh, I understand perfectly. I understand you are a vile, putrid cileag beast!”
“Well good.” Tarken nodded attempting to keep his composure. Her nakedness was enthralling to say the least, the alcohol doing little to sustain the lust that was resurging, and her attitude, he found it oddly admirable. “As long as we understand each other,” he remarked casually as he made his way to the other side of the room to retrieve the pillows.
With an easy stroll, he walked back the bed and tossed them down lightly. Sitting gingerly on the edge, he gazed at Cushla. “We can finish what we started.” He removed his shirt.
She grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest. “I no longer wish to be pleasured…master.”
A slight smile crossed Tarken’s lips. “Very well, then you can do the pleasuring. Ayia was unavailable.”
Cushla snorted her reply as if she couldn’t care less and turned her head away again. “Cushla, you must understand the importance of doing what I tell you or the
consequences might be quite uncomfortable for you.” He stroked her ankle lightly before she jerked it away.
“I will never be receptive to your touch!”
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