Venom crashed their mouths together in a kiss so wickedly passionate her head spun. His tongue stabbed between her lips and flicked against hers before he dragged his mouth along her jaw and down her neck. He nibbled and nipped his way down to the dipping front of her nightgown, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake.
He grasped the neckline of her delicate nightgown but he didn’t allow her time to protest. With two hard jerks, he ripped her gown right down the front and exposed her breasts and belly. An illicit thrill coursed through her. The damp, throbbing heat between her thighs matched the buzzing pull as her nipples drew tight.
“You like that, don’t you?” Venom knew she did but he wanted to hear her say it. He laved her nipple before he suckled her hard enough to cause her hips to buck off the mattress.
“Yes.” She didn’t even try to hide it. “I like it when you’re rough with me.”
He groaned against her breast. “Remember that you asked for this.”
Her head pounded and her heart thundered against her rib cage. His eyes had gone smoky with desire—and danger. She could hardly breathe as he shredded her nightgown with his big, strong hands and used the long lengths of the fabric to bind her wrists and then tether them to the headboard. There was hardly any give in her new bonds. Panic gripped her.
“Look at me.” Venom commanded her attention. “You’re safe with me.”
She peered up into his handsome, loving face. “I trust you.”
He claimed her mouth so sweetly. Her lips were still pulsing from that kiss when he began his lazy travels down her body, exploring her breasts and belly with his hands and tongue. He playfully bit her, leaving aching, red splotches on her skin.
When his shoulders nudged her thighs wider apart, Dizzy experienced a delightful ripple of anticipation. The wicked things Venom did with his tongue were probably criminal on her planet—but she would have gladly taken an indecency charge and a public whipping for the chance to experience it even once.
Venom moaned hungrily as he rubbed his soft lips side to side against her pussy. He slid down flat on his stomach and let long arms rest along her rib cage. Nuzzling his face between her thighs, Venom probed her womanly heat with his pliable tongue. Dizzy threw her head back at the very first touch to her clitoris. “Oh!”
He hummed, the sound both enthusiastic and excited, as he started a languid circling motion. In their short time together, he had discovered that she liked that technique best. The gentle, easy lapping gradually morphed to a pace that made her lower belly quake.
Because he knew all the secrets of her body, Venom anticipated her approaching climax. At the perfect moment, he sucked her clit between his lips and worked his tongue across the engorged bud. Dizzy tumbled over the edge into the blissful abyss. “Yes!”
Tugging at her bonds, Dizzy cried out again and again, the rapturous sounds echoing in their bedroom as Venom continued to sensually torment her. His tongue dipped inside her and then swirled back to her pulsing clitoris. Lashing the pink pearl, he drove her right up to the heights of climax again—but didn’t give her enough stimulation to give her what she wanted.
“Venom.” She groaned his name with frustration.
“Soon,” he promised, smiling so wickedly. Shifting his position, Venom planted his hands against the mattress and angled his hips just perfectly. Dizzy wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned with sheer delight as his steely shaft finally penetrated her. Her body welcomed every last inch of his massive cock, sheathing him tightly and slicking him with her silken heat.
Their foreheads touched as Venom, now fully impaling her, closed his eyes. “Every time,” he whispered. “It feels like coming home every single time.”
Dizzy had finally begun to understand how much she truly meant to him. By taking her out of that forest and putting his collar on her, Venom had finally gained something that belonged solely to him. In this harsh, militaristic world of his, a wife and mate was the ultimate reward. All he wanted to do was protect and care for her.
And show her such intense pleasure.
When he rocked against her, Dizzy’s exposed clitoris rubbed against him in the most delicious way. Venom cupped her backside with one hand and used the other to balance against the mattress as he drove into her again and again.
Tied to his headboard, Dizzy could do nothing but take what he gave her. Over and over, she accepted his thrusting, the blunt tip of him stroking so deeply inside her. When he framed her clit between his fingers, she gasped and swiveled her hips. “Venom!”
“I’m falling in love with you, Briarlina Lane.” His steady gaze and hard, long thrusts didn’t ease up as he spoke so tenderly. “I’m losing myself in you—and I’ve never been happier.”
Tears spilled from her eyes and dripped down her face as Venom gazed at her with the promise of so much love. He didn’t wait for a reply before kissing her. She sensed he understood how much she cared for him. This giant sky warrior had captured her heart the moment he brushed the cold snow from her freezing feet and tended to her rather than asking for help with the trap threatening to cripple him. In that moment she had witnessed the goodness and selflessness within him.
As they kissed, Venom’s fingertips danced across her the inflamed bundle of nerves between her thighs. One thrust, two thrusts—and she surrendered to the wild climax he coaxed from her writhing, needy body. His blazing seed seared her tender flesh as he buried himself as deeply as possible and shuddered against her.
With her arms bound overhead, she couldn’t embrace him or rub his back. As their shared aftershocks rocked their joined bodies, Dizzy peppered soft kisses along the side of his neck and down his cheek. She couldn’t help but smile at the way Venom nuzzled her like a puppy seeking comfort. Considering all his previous sexual experiences were with women paid to provide him release, she imagined he craved the gentle softness that she willingly gave.
When he finally rolled onto his side, Venom curled up against her. He threw his long leg across her thighs and traced shapes on her rapidly cooling skin. “I am sorry that I upset you. My instinct to shield you got the best of me.”
Dizzy shifted as much as her fabric cuffs would allow. “I am thankful that you’re looking out for me, Venom. I understand what you mean about pushing me too far too fast. The thing is…I have to experience it before I can tell you if we’re moving too quickly.”
He silently considered her point while running his finger around her pebbled nipple. “I’ll take you with me for the class and to let you get a feel for the place, but we aren’t staying after my demonstration ends. There are certain demonstrations scheduled that you don’t need to see.”
She frowned at him. “Venom, I’m not a child who needs to be protected from everything.”
“I didn’t say you were a child.” Venom massaged her breast and caused warmth to spread through her chest. “I agree there are things you might want to see that would interest you. I worry that it might be difficult for you the next time you attend a wives’ club meeting if you run into one of these mates at the club and see them in…extreme play.”
“Extreme?”
Reluctance darkened his eyes. “You’ll soon learn that I expect very little from you when it comes to submission. You will also gain a better understanding of how very deep this world of mine sometimes digs. There are fetishes and kinks encouraged and practiced here that would probably make you run screaming from the room.”
She gulped. “Like?”
“Later,” he said in that annoying way he sometimes did. “Right now we need to discuss your punishment.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “For what?”
“Shooting me the bird? Does that ring a bell?”
“You were being an ass.”
The corners of his mouth slanted upward but he didn’t allow a full smile to curve his lips. “You aren’t helping your case.”
“You better not even think about punishing me for flipping you off when you deserved it, Venom
.”
“Or what?” He reached up and flicked the strips of fabric binding her to the bed. “You’re my prisoner tonight.”
Her jaw dropped. “Venom—”
“Hush,” he whispered with a little smile. The kiss he planted on her lips left her reeling and panting for air. Showing his strength, he easily turned her onto her belly. There was enough length in the tether between her roped wrists and the headboard to allow the fabric to twist.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes widened as Venom pushed her up onto her knees.
“Punishing you, of course.” His hand unexpectedly smacked her bare bottom. Her gasp of outrage and shock was covered by the crack echoing in the room. A second later, the fingertips of his other hand discovered her clitoris. He expertly manipulated that bundle of nerves while spanking her twice more. “But I have a feeling you’re going to enjoy it.”
Chapter Twenty
A few nights later, Venom exited their playroom with his bag of selected equipment and tossed it onto the bed. He could hear Dizzy humming to herself in the bathroom as she finished getting dressed. Because he knew how she liked to dally when it came to her makeup and hair, he gently prodded her to hurry along. “Are you nearly ready to go?”
“Almost!”
He doubted that very much. Almost in his lexicon meant a minute or two maximum. To Dizzy, almost seemed to mean a quarter of an hour. “I don’t want to be late.”
“We have forty-five minutes, Venom. The ship isn’t that big.”
“You know, for a woman who is about to be tied up and completely at the mercy of my whims, you sure are sassy tonight.”
Her soft snort and amused giggle traveled out of the bathroom. If he wasn’t so damn infatuated with her, he would use this as a teaching moment to instill some discipline. Considering the way her punishment had gone the other night, he knew that he simply didn’t have it in him to mold her into a more obedient, more typical Harcos wife. No, he liked her just the way she was.
When she appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, his brain threatened to explode. His cock started to fill and his heart raced. Dizzy had convinced him to allow Hallie to take her costume shopping for their first night at the club. He wondered if that was such a good idea now.
Swallowing hard, he asked, “Where did you get that shirt?”
“At the uniform shop,” she answered while slowly advancing toward him. “The costume shop didn’t have anything I liked so I decided to make something fun.” As if reading his mind, she quickly added, “I checked with the regulations before cutting up the shirt. I was assured there weren’t any rules against it.”
Venom eyed the naughty little outfit she had crafted. He had a feeling a pile of complaints were going to be stacking up on Vicious and Orion’s desks tonight. “There probably will be by morning.”
Spinning slowly, she asked, “What do you think?”
His lecherous gaze raked her sexy body. She had cut a land corps uniform shirt in half and altered the top to be formfitting. It tied in the front and she had done something to the sleeves to make them puffy and pleated. The flirty, feminine take on the top was definitely going to turn heads.
Dizzy had used the remainder of the fabric to make a skirt. The hem barely covered her sweet little ass. The garter belt and black thigh-highs he had chosen for her looked sinfully sexy. He was glad that he had indulged her request to wear panties tonight. Though he didn’t mind other men looking at his gorgeous bride, he didn’t want them getting a peek at the parts of her that belonged only to him.
“I think I should probably toss a weapon or two into my bag because I’m probably going to have to fight off every swinging dick in that place to get you out of there.”
Dizzy’s mischievous grin made his heart flutter. “Then I guess I did well.”
“Very well,” he said and reached for her. He only allowed a quick kiss because he knew how easily he was distracted by her sweet mouth. When he pulled back, he studied her hair. She had pulled it up into a high ponytail but that wasn’t going to work. “I’m going to braid this.”
“I can do that.”
He shook his head. “I would like to do it.”
“Okay.” She seemed a little nervous as she sat on the spot he indicated next to the bed. “Why does it need to be braided?”
“It doesn’t need to be braided but I would prefer to know that it’s totally out of the way when I’m working tonight.” He sank down onto the mattress and pulled her back between his knees. “Braided hair looks beautiful next to rope work. I’m fond of the aesthetic side of bondage too.”
“I could tell,” Dizzy murmured as he uncurled the elastic binding her hair and combed his fingers through it. “When you put the rope corset on me before the wedding, I noticed the way you made sure the diamonds were spaced so evenly. I figured some of that was about balancing the tautness of the rope but it looked too pretty to be totally practical.”
“Yes,” he agreed while gathering her hair between his fingers and starting the braid. The silky pale strands felt so incredibly soft in his hands. He enjoyed the light, feminine fragrance wafting from them. “One of these nights I’ll tie your hair into the restraints.”
“That sounds intriguing.” Judging by the prickly bumps of excitement raising along her shoulders and neck, Dizzy found the idea much more than simply intriguing.
When he finished braiding her hair, he helped her stand and kissed her cheek. He wrapped her bridal collar around her neck and made sure it was loose enough to cut down on any chafing. She stepped into her heels and adjusted her thigh-highs.
As she clung to his hand and followed him out of their quarters, she asked, “So, um, how much clothing do I get to keep on during the demonstration?”
Sensing her anxiety, Venom smoothed his hand down her back to cup her bottom and drag her against him. “I won’t allow anyone to see you naked. I like to remind you that your body belongs to me—but I would never force you to bare yourself to anyone.”
She relaxed in his arms. “Thank you.”
He brushed his lips across her temple and gave her backside a loving pat. “It’s about respect, Dizzy. You don’t have to thank me for that.”
Despite her insistence on accompanying him tonight, Venom could tell Dizzy was second-guessing herself as they entered the double doors of the club. She slowed her walk and gripped his hand between both of hers.
Low, thudding music greeted them when they stopped at the registration desk. The man behind the desk actually got up out of his seat to look Dizzy over. He shot Venom an envious smile. “Nice catch, Captain.”
Venom grunted and put his hand between Dizzy’s shoulders. He hitched his equipment bag higher on his shoulder and gently pushed her forward. She hesitated a few steps inside the club. There were couples and unmated officers lounging around the bar area.
She lifted her questioning gaze to his face. “I thought your people don’t dance. What’s with the music?”
“The music isn’t here for dancing.”
As if on cue, a shrill cry erupted from deeper into the club. It wasn’t the sound of a woman keening with pleasure but pain. Next to him, Dizzy swayed a bit and pressed tightly to his side. “Oh my god.”
Venom cupped her beautiful face and held her gaze. “Sugar, do you want to leave? We’ll go right now. I’ll cancel this class in a heartbeat and take you home.”
She swallowed nervously but shook her head. “I want to stay. But…I don’t want to see whatever the hell is making that woman scream like that.”
“Truthfully? I don’t want to see it either.” He caressed her face in a way that he hoped was reassuring. “I respect every couple’s right to indulge whatever kinks rev their engines but I’m not a fan of play that causes enough pain for a woman to let loose a cry like that. It doesn’t sit well with me.”
“Or Raze either, apparently,” Dizzy said thoughtfully.
He followed her gaze and spotted Raze storming across the club. He disappeared do
wn the steps that led into the dungeon-like area where the whipping posts were hidden. Apparently those cries of pain weren’t the consensual kind.
“He doesn’t,” Venom confirmed, “but that’s not why he’s heading that way. Did you see the device lighting up on his arm?”
“That bright-red box?”
He nodded. “It’s a device that the monitors wear to keep everyone safe. Within the club, the universal safeword is red but most couples have a word they use whenever their play gets too intense. During checkin, the word is added to a database and tied to our chips. It allows the monitors to keep an eye on couples who are playing near them.”
Dizzy frowned up at him. “We don’t have one of those words.”
“We don’t need one.”
Her eyebrows bunched together. “And why is that?”
“If you ask me to stop, I stop. I’m not playing games with you or trying to edge you or push you. I asked for complete honesty when we’re together and you’ve given it. You trust me to keep you safe and I trust you to know when you’ve had enough.” He gave her braid a tug. “Do you want a safeword? You can pick one if it would make you feel more secure.”
She considered his offer for a few seconds. “No thank you. I think we’re fine just the way we are.”
Glad that she agreed with him, Venom took her hand and led her through the gathering crowd. A few times, Dizzy stopped to gawk at the public play stations they passed. He thought her eyes were going to bug out of her head when she spotted a woman down on all fours and the line of men waiting to have their chance with her.
“Venom! Is that—I mean—what the hell?”
Before answering her, he tilted his head to see if the woman was a mate or a poppy. The black collar around her neck answered that question quickly enough. Venom wondered at the motives of her husband. “It’s probably a gangbang fantasy.”
“That’s gross!”
“No,” he calmly scolded her. “It’s not gross. It’s their choice. Remember—it’s not our place to judge. For all we know, that couple thinks we’re crazy because I tie you up.”
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