Dark Empress: The Onic Empire, Book 5

by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  Crying out in a strangled combination of pleasure, shame and dire need, Gabriyel inadvertently rocked his hips forward, plunging his prick deep into Errion’s throat. Like a true master, Errion took what he gave without hesitation. Right down to the base, he sucked his cock all the way inside as his skilled finger teased against his ass.

  Just as Gabriyel was on the verge of a spine-shattering climax, Errion withdrew. Gabriyel wanted to whimper in frustration but seasons of discipline held his agony within. Instead, he gripped the wall chains in his fists and squeezed as hard as he could. Errion didn’t need to know he was imagining his massive hands around the back of his head as he forced him to finish what he started. Shoving his cock into that smug face, wiping his perverted grin away with a gushing climax, would be incredibly satisfying.

  Still, Gabriyel was pleased to see Errion was not immune to his actions. Against the silky fabric of Errion’s loose green trousers, his erection smeared a wet spot that seemed to be growing. At this point, Gabriyel was in such pain he didn’t care if Errion took his pleasure with him as long as he gave him satisfaction. However, Gabriyel despaired because this was probably Errion’s intent, to torture him with climax denied. Genuine fear tensed Gabriyel’s muscles. How many times could he stand to come so close to release only to be denied? And what kind of a man took pleasure in tormenting another in such a way? Beyond his worry for himself loomed a far greater fear for Farjika. Just what kind of torture was he inflicting on her?

  “Oh, the look on your face is priceless.” Errion laughed as he slowly slid his trousers down, just enough to expose his cock. Prodigiously large but still not as big as his own, Errion’s prick commanded Gabriyel’s attention. The smugness Gabriyel felt at having a bigger cock faded when Errion oozed some clear, slick-looking lotion over his hand, then wrapped his fist around his shaft. Looking right into Gabriyel’s eyes, he began to pump.

  Leaning back, Errion stroked himself with a casual ease that Gabriyel couldn’t help but observe. He had a trick that prolonged his staying power; every three strokes he’d flick his thumb over the tip, slicking away the moisture into his fist, making the next glide just a bit smoother. Over and again he did the same motion. Gabriyel’s cock strained upward, aching, as if it too watched the display and longed for the same treatment.

  “When you give tribute, do you do this?” Errion watched his face closely. “Do you make it last because you know you won’t be able to touch yourself for another long while?” Now Errion held his fist still and rocked his hips. “Do you think of Farjika’s sweet little cunny as you pump that huge prick of yours?” Tightening his fist caused the skin of his shaft to bulge as he forced his way within. “Ah, that is how snug she would feel to you. I can just imagine the noises she would make as she lay below you. Your monstrous prick would stretch her beyond endurance, but you wouldn’t stop.” Spurred on by his own words, Errion rocked harder and faster into his hand. “Despite what you think, your needs would override hers, and you’d end up fucking her like the beast you are, like the animal all men are inside.”

  Errion erupted, spilling his climax on the gray floor as if he offered tribute to Gabriyel. Eyes closed, head back, Errion paused, savoring that moment just after climax when the body found the most blissful peace. Gabriyel almost sobbed. He’d never hurt so deeply inside; he’d never craved release like he did now. If he could not climax, he thought he would cry in frustrated agony, but that would mean Errion had won. Digging deep, Gabriyel found the strength to face him without anger or fear, because someday, he would have Errion down on his knees. Gabriyel swore to pay him back in kind for everything he’d done to him this day.

  Errion smiled widely as he pulled up his trousers. “And there it is. You want revenge. You want to do to me everything and worse that I’ve done to you.” Errion clapped his hands together, the slick lotion giving the slapping flesh a richer sound than dry flesh. “You see? Deep down we’re more alike than you’d like to admit.” As he stepped forward and traced one fingertip along the straining vein that ran the length of Gabriyel’s shaft, he whispered, “I know that you understand everything I’ve said.”

  Gabriyel considered him but refused to confirm what might only be a test.

  “You see, it doesn’t make sense that Farjika would have a protector who didn’t understand what those around her were saying.” Errion used his free hand to tap his head. “Logic, my friend.”

  A thousand vile words were ready to explode from Gabriyel’s lips, but he swallowed them. There was no point denigrating the perverted boy, because Gabriyel suspected he would enjoy such a loss of control immensely. Too, he’d rather suffer than confirm Errion’s suspicion. As long as he didn’t say anything, a bit of doubt would always linger in his mind. Digging even one sliver into his confidence was worth almost any punishment.

  “Fine, be that way.” Hands on hips, Errion considered him for a long time. “Well, I certainly think it’s vital that a man have a release. I prefer to have mine daily and in the most creative way possible, but for you, well, being from another planet means you’ve never seen some of the things I take for granted.” Errion snapped his fingers, and another metal person entered, but this one was dressed like a woman.

  The robot rolled toward Errion. Using clear, concise commands, Errion ordered the robot to suck Gabriyel. Horrified that the machine would mangle his cock, he struggled so valiantly he actually loosened one of the bolts that held his right arm to the wall. Grit fell onto the floor, prompting Errion’s eyes to widen as he took a fearful step back.

  “Calm yourself, my friend.” Errion stopped the robot, then lifted both hands palm up and out to Gabriyel. “She isn’t going to hurt you.” Errion slipped his finger in her mouth, fished it around a bit and withdrew it undamaged.

  Shaking his head, his genuine terror so profound his erection had almost disappeared, Gabriyel screamed as she descended. Her golden metallic face blank, the metal woman bent over and sucked his deflating cock right into her mouth.

  Panic gave way to shocking pleasure, ending his scream on a startled gasp.

  Never had Gabriyel felt anything like her throat. She was soft, slick, and undulated along his length, rapidly returning him to full hardness. Rather than being cold, she was warm, and curiously, she made subtle choking noises that only enhanced the experience by making Gabriyel feel massive as she worked to take him within.

  Errion slapped his hand against her back, a metallic note booming off the stone walls. “Excellent, is she not?” With a pout, he added, “I hate to admit this, but after much work, I do believe she’s actually better than I am.”

  Gabriyel hardly heard him. He was so intent on climaxing he closed his eyes, praying hard that Errion would simply disappear. No such luck. As the robot continued, Errion settled on the narrow bed, presumably to watch. Gabriyel knew because he heard the metal creak as he settled in. Cracking one eye open, Gabriyel looked over and spied Errion, hands behind his head, legs crossed, casually watching Gabriyel succumb to the most amazing oral sex he’d ever experienced.

  What Errion had done to him was better than what any other person, male or female, had done for him, but what the robot was doing took Errion’s skill level and magnified it tenfold. Unlike a human, she didn’t need to breathe, she didn’t care if he jerked his hips forward, and she didn’t gag on his unusual length. Emitting lifelike noises and clamping down erratically simulated what many had felt with his cock buried in their mouths, but knowing that she could not be hurt released him from worry, freeing him to indulge completely in the experience.

  Somehow, she sensed the inevitable rising up through his body, and she increased the squeezes along his shaft as something at the bottom of her throat twisted around the head of his cock. The sensations were unbelievable, and when he came, his whole body tensed, surging forward, loosening the bolt a little more, which caused Errion to jump to his feet and move to the other side of the bars. Gabriyel tossed back his head and inadvertently howled as he gushed in
side her, marveling at how she swallowed him with a gentle easing of her grip on him. Gingerly she brought him back to reality before she released him. Standing upright, she stood before him, her strange inhuman face oddly blank.

  “Lorren calls it the ‘agony of ecstasy’, and judging by your expression, I’d say the phrase is utterly apropos.”

  Gabriyel slumped in his restraints, his body drained, his mind empty of all thoughts. For the first time in a very long time, he was not tormented by longings for a woman he simply could not have. Looking up at the robot, he wondered how much such a thing would cost. Then he thought that when he escaped with Farjika, he would simply steal the mechanical woman. Had he something like this in his lonely room, he thought he wouldn’t be quite so miserable, and perhaps he could banish thoughts of Farjika for good.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Lorren doubted what Errion told him, but when Farjika backed him up, he had no choice but to accept that the evening’s entertainment was entirely at her behest.

  “I want to try new things.”

  “New? How have you had time to become bored with old things?” His pointed question caused her to drop her gaze as her cheeks flushed. Damn. The last thing he wanted to do was inhibit her burgeoning sexuality. “I mean I’m just not sure how you would even get such an idea.”

  Farjika had picked the one thing in which Errion specialized. Lorren figured the odds of that were astronomical. Clearly, more than shopping had transpired during their day together while he’d been hard at work. However, Errion was conspicuously absent when Farjika settled in to share the details of her idea.

  Sitting on the opposite end of the divan, dressed in the most amazing golden garment that clung to her as closely as the dress from the night before had, she looked even more like an untouchable goddess.

  “That’s what gave me the idea.” Lowering her eyes demurely, she pointed to the statue in the parlor where they sat, drinks in hand, as he unwound from work.

  His heart hammered as he pictured her incredible body bound by decorative twists of rope. For an innocent, she seemed remarkably at ease with some of the more kinky aspects of sex. Again, he suspected Errion, but he could hardly call him out, especially when her suggestion instantly hardened him against his trousers. Loosening his tie, he took a deep swallow of his drink and considered the burnished depiction of a bound woman surrendering to a dominant male.

  In the corner of his mind, the beast stirred. Ever so slowly, the creature shuffled forth, pulling the chains taut. Too easily, he saw her as the head-lowered woman and himself plowing hard between her legs, his head back and a snarl on his lips as he pumped his climax within her silky depths.

  Lorren considered Farjika, who deliberately met and held his gaze.

  She’d swept her black hair up and gathered the strands into a decorative bun at the back of her head, displaying her neck as the golden dress dropped low, showing off her shoulders. Turning her head up and slightly to the side cast the light across her high cheekbones and full lips. She held his gaze so determinedly it was almost as if she threw out a challenge. Her trickery this morning had been shocking, but once Lorren thought on Errion sneaking in to watch them, he had to laugh. He honestly didn’t think Farjika had anything to do with him coming in. Errion had blamed her to stir up trouble. But why had Farjika gone along with him? Embarrassment? Did she think it was better to pretend to be in on the joke than to be the subject of it? Lorren didn’t think she’d known Errion was there until she’d straddled his hips.

  The moment when he’d seen him, climaxing as he slumped in the dressing chair, Lorren had felt utterly exposed and violated. He’d never had Errion sneak up on him during a dalliance. Always he’d known when Errion was near. That he’d been so wrapped up in Farjika he’d become oblivious to what was going on around him was shocking. If he were very honest with himself, losing his awareness was frightening. Never had he been so consumed by a woman that the rest of the world had fallen away.

  Tossing back his drink, he again wondered what was going on between her and Errion. Jealousy edged around him, tightening him despite the relaxing effects of the alcohol, but how could he say anything? Farjika was free to do whatever she pleased. Again, the beast slid closer to the light. With him in control of her, she’d be able to do only what he said, when he said. If she disobeyed, he’d punish her. Judging by the arrogant cast of her face, she would probably defy him often. Another surge stiffened him, making his position on the couch uncomfortable.

  Setting his glass on the table, he stood and hastily adjusted himself while he had his back to Farjika.

  “Are you angry?”

  He turned, taken aback by the misery in her eyes.

  “No. I’m…perplexed.” Truly, he wasn’t upset, but in some way, he was disappointed. He’d thought Farjika would be the one to free him from the depraved craziness that he’d indulged in for so long. Instead, he and Errion had managed to pull her right down into their swill. Before she’d met him, she was lovely and innocent, and now he’d debauched her. Perversely, it only made him desire her more. A hundred new ways to further corrupt her crept into his mind. He deliberately chased them away, but not before desire spiked fresh tension into his body.

  “What perplexes you?”

  Grabbing his crystal glass, he held it out to the butler for a refill, ruminating on his answer. “I expected something else.”

  After a very long moment where the sound of liquid pouring into his glass seemed remarkably loud, she snarled, “Something more ladylike?”

  Her voice cut hard against his ears, causing him to turn halfway through a sip of his drink. Facing her over the edge of his glass, he saw raw fury stiffen her neck and straighten her shoulders. She deliberately set her untouched drink none too gently on the table. With smooth grace, she stood and faced him, hands on hips.

  “I find I am tired of living up to everyone’s image of me.”

  Both his brows lifted high on his forehead. Lorren had no idea what prompted her sudden upset, but he would dutifully stand and listen. Frankly, her fortitude was impressive. Never had a woman of Avalith upbraided him. Even as a child, his mother demurred to his father for both physical and verbal punishment. Perhaps that’s why so many Avalith men craved the domination of a strong woman; all they’d ever known was discipline from a strong man. Lorren wasn’t sure what Farjika wished to harangue him for, but he simply couldn’t wait to find out.

  “You are just like all the other men, thinking I’m one way or another, and never bothering to ask and find out what’s inside.” Dramatically, she thumped her chest, which caused her spectacular breasts to jiggle against the golden fabric. “Every one of you wants something from me, or expects something of me, and when you don’t get what you crave, you will go to ridiculous lengths to blame me for your own idiocy!”

  Stunned by her sudden and overwhelming outburst, Lorren cupped his glass and calmly stood there as she vented. In her righteous indignation, she was magnificent. He was trying to focus on her words, and he heard what she said, but also, in the back of his mind, he was picturing her dressed in black and standing over a quivering slave. Not him, of course, as he was too deeply entrenched in dominating to ever be submissive, but Errion could switch sides almost effortlessly. Errion did prefer the domination of a man, which Lorren now realized might stem from his lack of a relationship with his father, but there had been times when Errion had surrendered his will to a woman; although, to be fair, never to one as strong-willed as Farjika. What would she do to him given the chance?

  “All my life I have done what I’m told. Gabriyel wants me to stay a meek little girl forever, you expect me to be a sophisticated lady, but also I must maintain my innocence, and Errion—” She cut herself off and looked away.

  “What about me?” Errion entered the parlor wearing a fresh pair of silk pajama bottoms. Hunter green showed off his light tan, his eyes and the brightness of his blond hair. He’d left his golden strands in practiced disarray. Overal
l, the effect was one of casual indifference, but Lorren suspected he’d taken great care preparing for this evening. Regardless of what Farjika said, this was all Errion’s idea. Lorren would stake his very life on that fact.

  Striding up to the butler, Errion ordered a drink. Once he had the squat glass in hand, he turned and lifted an inquiring glance to Farjika. “What about me?” Errion asked again, slowing the words, making his voice as sharply pointed as the crossed blades above the fireplace.

  “Nothing.” Leaning over, exposing a fantastic view of her barely concealed breasts, Farjika retrieved her cup from the table. Rather than drink, she clutched it in both hands as if for protection. She gripped the thick glass as if neither man could lunge at her if she had a drink. Like that would stop them. The threat of liquid staining their plush surroundings meant little to men who could afford to replace the entire manor many times over. Still, her behavior was oddly telling; she felt she needed fortification from them. Lorren’s mind glitched. Why would she stay if she were afraid?

  “Did something happen while you two were shopping?” Lorren tossed the question out, but he didn’t actually expect an answer. Something was going on between them, but Lorren had no idea what. He doubted either one would share. As willing as he was to participate in whatever scheme they’d concocted, he’d still like to understand what drove the undercurrents. Tension filled the room like an unwanted guest.

  “Tell him,” Errion encouraged, saluting her with his glass.

  Eyes going wide, Farjika’s mouth dropped open, then closed abruptly. Gritting her teeth, she defiantly glared at Errion and said, “You tell him.”