by Dawn Ryder
Talon didn’t give her the chance to answer, his cock was in her mouth and he thrust it forward keeping her tongue trapped against its hard length. All Chanah could do was moan around his flesh as her pussy begged for a taste of his hard cock.
Talon growled softly above her and pulled his cock from her mouth. His hands smoothed her hair before he knelt in front of her bringing their faces to the same level so his mouth could cover hers. The kiss was deep and lingering as he let his tongue stroke hers. His hands smoothed down her sides to her hips in that slow motion that he always used on her skin. “I love the way your skin feels, Chanah…so soft, I think I could just pet you for hours.”
A whimper came from her lips as one of his hands smoothed over her belly. Her clit began to throb as Talon brushed lower and lower until he was just an inch from the sensitive little nub. He brushed her neck with a warm kiss but his hand didn’t move and her body trembled with need.
“What would you like me to do, Chanah?” Talon whispered his words next to her ear and her brain thrust several dark images up for her to shiver over. He was sitting on his knees now, Chanah still could not see him but she felt him. His voice sounded more commanding now with her hands clasped behind her back and her body straight than it had before. Her breasts felt very exposed but Chanah admitted that there was something exciting about thrusting her nipples forward for Talon’s gaze to linger over.
“Tell me how you want to be handled. Command me.” Talon rubbed her bare mons as he licked her earlobe. “But you may not move. You will use only your words to gain what you desire.”
Oh, sweet mercy. Chanah trembled violently in response. Tell him? She had never spoken out loud her desires, it was so forbidden, so lustful she wasn’t sure if she dared to do it. But what if Talon obeyed her? Dark longings filled her brain as her body demanded more than smoothing strokes from his hands.
“Touch my…clit.”
“Hmm…how?” His hand brushed over her spread sex but he merely pressed all of his fingers against her clit for a moment before releasing the hold. Her clit pulsed as her pussy twisted in need. It was far from enough and her cheeks stung with a blush as Chanah realized Talon wanted detailed instructions.
“Try again, Chanah.” The tip of her tongue appeared and moved over her lower lip as excitement made his cock twitch. Talon tightened his grip on his control—it was an insane game but the stakes were rising along with their hunger. He needed to know what she craved, not just what she enjoyed. Talon waited for her order because he wanted to know what she would ask for when the choice was hers alone.
“Rub my clit with your fingertip.”
Talon groaned next to her ear but he sent one finger between the slick folds of her sex to her clit. He gently rubbed the little button as Chanah moaned with rapture. Her hips jerked forward and his finger was instantly gone.
“You moved, Chanah. I believe you have earned a punishment this time.” He pinched both her nipples and she cried out at the shock. The pain drove her even more insane with need and she panted as she tried to stay on her knees so that Talon would return to rubbing her clit.
“I’m sorry, please rub my clit with your finger.”
“First you will be chastised for your lack of submission.” Talon cupped her breasts and pinched the nipples once more. Chanah whimpered and she heard him chuckle. “You liked that didn’t you, Chanah?” Talon pinched her nipples once more to make sure she understood his question. The little pain zipped down into her clit making her whimper again. It was insane but she did like the hard pinch coupled with the burning need.
“Yes.”
“Good, I’m going to apply a pair of clamps to your little nipples now.” His hand cupped one breast as Chanah gasped in shock. The clamp pinched her nipple tightly and she shivered as she felt Talon move to her opposite breast, lift the globe of flesh before the nipple was pinched just as tightly. His hands returned to her sides and began the slow slide to her hips. She whimpered as her clit begged for that finger to return and relieve the need filling it.
“Where were we? Ah yes, you asked me to rub your clit with my fingertip.” Chanah felt every muscle she owned draw taut as she waited for his hand to smooth over her belly and his finger to part her folds. Every hair on her skin transmitted the path of that fingertip until Talon settled on top of her clit once again. He rubbed it slowly as Chanah fought to keep her hips still. She was desperate to comply and gain his approval.
But Talon kept his pace slow, too slow for her to climax. Chanah moaned as she realized he was waiting for her to give him more detailed instructions.
“Rub faster.”
“Rub what, Chanah?” Talon had sweat running down the sides of his face but he clamped his jaw tight as he forced his finger to a slow pace. His cock was raging with the need to fuck her. The tip of his finger gleefully taunting him as it slipped between the wet, hot folds of flesh that his cock craved. It was an intense form of torment that held him suspended on the edge of his control.
Her clit burned and her pussy demanded more than the release that would come from a faster pace against her clit. She needed to be fucked but voicing such a dark longing tore at her pride. Asking to be fucked wouldn’t be enough, Talon would demand detailed instructions before he would grant her her desire. Her pussy responded with a twisting contraction that made Chanah whimper. The need was too great with the little clamps pinching her nipples.
“Fuck my pussy.”
Talon growled and Chanah gasped with relief. She had said it and now she would be rewarded. But instead of his cock, Talon thrust his finger into her pussy. It was far from enough as she struggled to keep her hips from thrusting up towards his hand.
“Fuck my pussy with your cock.”
Talon had to hold back the urge to pounce on her. His body wanted to spring forward and ram his cock into her like a beast. Maybe all men were animals beneath their discipline and training, Talon certainly felt like one at that moment. “Spread your body for me, Chanah, lean back and press your hands to the floor.”
Chanah felt his eyes on her as she lowered her bottom to her feet and then scooted back onto the carpeting. She braced her hands on the floor behind her as she shivered before unfolding her legs and spreading them. The folds of her sex opened and the air brushed against the fluid coating her flesh. The nipple clamps still pinched her nipples making her clit demands even more desperate.
It was the most submissive pose, but Chanah enjoyed it in that moment. She wanted Talon to take her, to press into her body and use his greater strength. Her brain was full of the pulsing need of her clit and the deep yearning of her pussy, and nothing mattered but separating her thighs to show Talon exactly how ready she was for his cock. Primitive, lust-driven but even blindfolded it was Talon she craved. She could smell his skin and recognized the scent. Ruthar hadn’t smelled the same. Her body knew Talon’s scent deep inside the most primitive part of her brain.
“Please fuck my pussy with your cock, Talon.”
There was no more control. Her words were deep and husky and Talon reached for her hips, lifted her right off the floor and pulled her onto his lap. Chanah grasped his shoulders as her thighs were spread wide by his. The head of his cock slid into her slit as Talon lowered her body onto his. He bucked and thrust hard, driving his cock into her cunt. Chanah cried out as her body took his length. His heart pounded as she rose off his cock with an amazing amount of strength, offering her body to his thrust as Talon sent his cock hard and deep into her pussy again. He couldn’t linger inside the wet sheath, his body needed to fuck her, move his cock back and forth against her clit. Talon held her hips in his hard hands as he lifted her off his cock and then pushed her back down until the hard erection was lodged completely inside her pussy.
“Is this what you wanted, Chanah?” Talon lifted her off his cock and held her with only the head still inside her for a moment as she moaned for a faster pace.
“Faster.”
Talon growled but lowered he
r slowly until his cock was back inside her. “Details, Chanah, they make all the difference.”
Talon snarled again but he kept to his slow pace, raising her off his cock and lingering with only the head stretching her pussy. Her clit demanded more.
“Fuck me faster, Talon.”
A hard smack hit her bottom before Talon grasped her hips and began to move her quickly on his cock. “I thought you would never ask.” He snarled against her neck as he answered her demand and fucked her quickly. Chanah clung to his body as her thighs grasped his hips, desperate for friction on her clit. Nothing mattered but keeping her body as close to his as possible.
Climax stole her away too quickly. Chanah wailed as it twisted her clit and her pussy contracted around Talon’s cock. She wanted it to last forever but her clit refused to wait, yanking her into a wave of pleasure as Talon fucked her hard and fast.
A moment later he wrapped his arms around her body and moved forward until her back was pressed to the carpet as he clasped her wrists in one hand and stretched her arms above her head. Later she would care about the little burns from the carpet on her bottom, but right now there was only the hard thrust of his cock and her last need to feel his seed fill her. His chest pressed her against the floor as his hips held her thighs wide for his possession. His cock was still so hard and her pussy screamed with delight as Talon began to fuck her hard. His body slammed against hers as he drove his cock harder and faster into her. He held her down for his mating and that excited her even further.
Chanah climaxed again when his cock pumped the hot fluid into her womb, the walls of her pussy clamping around his thick staff to pull every last drop from his flesh. Talon’s chest labored as he tried to catch his breath and Chanah smiled at the proof that she took him as far into insanity as he took her.
Talon moved off her too soon and Chanah whimpered. He stroked her face before pushing her blindfold up and off her head. “I must remove your nipple clamps. They can remain on your body for only a short time.” Chanah looked down her body at her breasts to see crimson metal clamps on her nipples. Had she seen the things before feeling them, she would have refused to let them near her tender nipples but they had driven her insane when coupled with the blindfold and her submission. Talon removed them and then licked one nipple as his hand massaged the opposite one. He lingered over her breasts as he stroked and soothed the ache from the clamps.
“Would you really trade me?” Chanah didn’t much care for either the question or the hurt coating her voice as she asked it. She didn’t even know why she voiced the emotional inquiry. Talon was her captor, she shouldn’t be so foolish as to think he had tender feelings for her, but in moments like this, when he touched her so softly, she felt…cherished. The few males who had tried their hand at seducing her had struck her as clumsy and their hands greedy when they handled her breasts.
Talon’s eyes returned to hers and what she saw burning there stunned her. Fury looked right back at her as he caught her chin in a hard grip. “You are mine, Chanah.”
Talon continued to soothe her nipples with a devotion that amazed him. He could have left it for Chanah to do, but needed to know it was done to her satisfaction. His emotions were tender as he listened to her sigh. Contentment had never been something he craved, yet Talon was discovering that it was very much something he yearned for. Right then, it flowed between them, wrapping them in a moment where each was content to linger in the afterglow of their rapture. For Talon it was humbling once again because Chanah wasn’t trying to wiggle away now that his hunger was sated. She trailed her fingers over his hip as another sigh escaped her lips.
He had never been so glad to find his plans unraveling.
Chapter Seven
“You will always be mine.”
Their embrace had to end and it died as Chanah regained her thoughts and her cheeks brightened with a blush. She rolled over and Talon let her go as he sat up and frowned.
He had the right to sound possessive. Talon tried to make himself believe that as the day wore on and Chanah found little ways to avoid looking him straight in the eye. Dealing with hurt feelings had never entered any of his plans for the time when he would have a trophy cohabitating with him. Ruthar wouldn’t have cared but there were a whole lot of things Ruthar thought about females that Talon discovered he detested.
Chanah enjoyed his touch. He was certain of that fact. Yet it wasn’t enough to know she would crave his body as he yearned for hers. Talon wanted something more, and trying to decide what that thing was ate at him as he tried to work. The terminal in their living space served as his workstation now—once you captured a trophy you were immediately reassigned to make way for the hunters waiting for their turn. A new duty rotation would take another day or so to be sorted onto his service number, so until then he was pushing reports. He could hear Chanah moving around in the bedroom and had to force his body to stay in place. Talon eyed the time meter and forced his mind back to reports. He was going to give her time to think, even if his damn cock didn’t want to.
But doing that gave him far too much to time to think about Chanah.
“What do males in your old sphere do to convince females to have sex with them?”
As blunt as the question was, Chanah was more shocked by the fact that Talon was interested in her expectations of a male than his assumption that all interaction was aimed at having sex. She frowned at her own thoughts—maybe she was the one being unrealistic now. The socializing events and flirting done back in her sphere were aimed at helping the single members of the population find compatible mates. Talon just cut through the nice labels and went for the core of the issue—sex. She looked at the wide shoulders and sculpted muscles once again and understood how hunters might be more direct in everything they did. It wasn’t vulgar, it was just their way of life.
“We eat together and sometimes play games, we talk a lot to determine if we share common opinions.”
Talon’s forehead creased as he considered her words. “What do you talk about?”
He was trying to please her. Chanah found it impossible to remain unhappy in the face of his attempts to understand her needs. Maybe he had captured her, but today he wasn’t acting like her jailer. “Well, a lot of things—what we each do to earn a living and what we enjoy doing to relax.”
“I am a hunter, my duty is to protect this sphere and the planet. Duty rotation will be assigned to me shortly now that I have obtained a trophy.”
His words were blunt once again but it was more than she had known. Talon was looking at her with anticipation on his face and it stunned her to recognize that he wanted approval from her for his attempt to please her. “So what will I do? I mean, here, in this sphere?”
Talon unfolded his arms as he began to relax. They were conversing quite well. “If you are willing, I will take you to the resource center. You must perform the required testing in order to be matched with a duty that you have the knowledge to perform well. It is your choice to serve but it is greatly encouraged. By joining the workforce you will earn a placement in this sphere after your childbearing ability has passed.”
So, if Chanah didn’t work, she would be sent to the work colonies when she was past being a sex toy. Harsh, but Chanah could see the effectiveness of that system. Nonproductive members of the population were not tolerated in her sphere either. If they could not feed themselves, they could report for work-duty assignment. Each family was evaluated annually to ensure that there were no nonproductive members who would turn to stealing because they had no means of feeding themselves.
“I will serve, my father raised me to respect the laws of resource sharing.”
“And the female you were with when I captured you? Why was her father not sent to the work colonies for failing to instruct her?”
Tears shimmered in her eyes as Chanah thought about Mia… Young, impulsive little Mia. Maybe it was just that she was here because of her sister’s crime. The entire family had babied their youngest child
and Mia was spoilt because of their soft handling. “Mia is my little sister. I think we all failed her, so it’s fitting that I am here. If I had been a better sister, she might have never crossed the border.”
Talon moved across the carpet in that whisper-soft way again, covering the space in a heartbeat as he captured her chin. “That is untrue. She was fully grown and responsible for her own actions.” Talon hated his words because they were true. But he didn’t want Mia cohabitating with him, nor did he want her influence anywhere near his offspring. The image of Chanah with his babe suckling one of her nipples almost buckled his knees it was so powerful. “Do you wish to change places with her?” Talon could have bitten his tongue in half for even suggesting it, but the look that filled Chanah’s eyes told him he had struck upon what ate at them both. This was what he had been trying to figure out that he lacked—Chanah’s willing embrace and her desire to cohabitate with him without her lawbreaker status imprisoning her.
Chanah couldn’t speak. Her throat closed off until she couldn’t even draw breath. Leave Talon? That should have been pathetically simple for her to answer and yet it wasn’t. There was part of her that rose up in bitter denial of any female, even Mia, placing her hands on Talon. This male was hers because she had proven that she could pleasure him as deeply as he did her. A wave of despair followed on the heels of her anger as she considered being parted forever from Talon and his touch. Beyond his harsh edges she had found tender touches that words could never explain. In his embrace Chanah had finally understood what cherished meant. Their encounters were more than sex, they were intimate. His multicolored eyes were watching her every emotion as he stared at her face. Lurking in those eyes was uncertainty and Chanah recognized it as the same emotion that refused to allow her to say the words that she desired to be parted from him. “I…do not want to leave, Talon.”
