Page 6 of Her Consort
Her mouth felt plundered. Her tingling breasts ached to be, too. It was more than Piper knew how to handle, especially when more than anything else, she knew what she ought to be was angry, not breathless for his next touch, his next kiss.
She probably ought to slap him. Confused, Piper tried, but he caught her wrist before her hand connected with his cheek.
His smile grew teeth. “Maybe we should decide on a safeword?” He pretended to think about it. “How about, ‘Piper’s been a bad girl. Piper needs a spanking.’ Try it once or twice. I want to hear how it sounds when you say it somewhere other than in my fantasies.”
That pulsing heat between her legs thumped once, harder than before, flooding her nethers with a river of warm desire. “Get bent,” she growled, unable to think such a phrase, much less say it.
Desire flaring hot in the dark depths, his pupils dilated even more. “That’s my girl.”
Yanking her back off the bulkhead, Kogan spun her around and slammed her up against it face-first. She slapped back, but he caught her wrists and pinned them, one at a time so far up her back that her shoulders felt the strain. She stopped fighting with her cheek pressed to the cool metal of the wall and Kogan pressed even harder up against her back. She should have been scared, but she wasn’t. She was aroused.
“Who gets to be the asshat now?” He nipped at her shoulder and the back of her neck, and then he dropped to his knees, relieving the pressure on her arms to grab her hips. As if they were a treasure he’d been waiting for months to get his hands on, he nuzzled the small of her back, licked and nipped, and then peeled her out of her panties.
Her legs were too widely spread for him to take them completely off. Hard as he pulled, he only got them midway down her thighs before they would go no further. But midway down was still far enough to bare her ass, and his groan as he caught both halves of her buttocks in his massive hands, squeezing and molding them to his palms, was so intoxicatingly pleasurable that Piper almost forgot she wasn’t pinned anymore. She forgot everything except the sharpness of his teeth and the unexpected pleasure as he bit her, first her right buttock and then her left.
Her head would not stop swimming.
This was too crazy. She couldn’t do this; she couldn’t even think about doing this. Not with short, squat, six-pack-abs on top of six-pack-abs Kogan the frickin’ Third, consort of Blah-Blah-Blah.
Her panties dampened. Her belly quivered.
She tried to turn around, but he rose back to his feet so close behind her that all the length of his body scraped up the length of hers. And once he was fully standing again, the most prominent thing she could feel was the bulge of his cock pressing hard into her naked buttocks.
“Say ‘Piper has been a bad girl,’” he coaxed, shivering her with the heat of his breath. The flick of his tongue and the nibble of his teeth played with the shell of her ear. “‘Piper needs a spanking.’”
“I keep telling you,” she said, refusing to acknowledge how badly her voice was trembling. Or the rest of her, for that matter. “Porn mags are not fine literature. I don’t know which one you got this from, but it was really bad advice.”
“Is it?”
She more felt than saw it when he shifted his body, drawing back his hand before letting a single, solid swat flatten the whole of her right buttock. The sting was incredible. It buckled her knees, but she caught herself against the wall, holding on for dear life as he cupped and squeezed all over again, then soothed the glorious hurt with a sinful caress. She melted.
“I once had a teacher tell me fine literature is any written word that evokes a reaction.”
Her knees buckled all over again when his soothing hand followed the curve of her ass down between her legs. Her breath faltered as he caressed her there now too, gliding into wetness, growling under his breath as he luxuriated in her heat. Bringing his hand back up, he showed her the glistening moisture that coated his fingers.
“Is that,” he asked, “or is that not a reaction?” He let her feel the points of his teeth against the back of her neck. “For the last year now, Piper, you have teased me.”
Her throat tightened. Her heart pounded.
“You have toyed with me, taunted me with all the parts of you I could not have. But I persisted. You cannot know all the hours I spent plotting how best to argue with you and annoy, and now, at last, my efforts have found their reward.” He brought his fingers to his nose, savoring the scent of her before sampling a taste. “Mm,” he rumbled again. “Very nice. Don’t worry. You led me a thrilling chase, but now that I have caught you, I promise I have studied all the ways in which your people and mine match most closely. Spread your legs for me. It will be my honor to make you enjoy every bit of this.”
He had to be out of his mind.
Or maybe she was, because damn if she didn’t do exactly that. She spread her legs, inching her feet further apart. And then again, when the cool air reached in to touch the lips of her sex, much as his hand had seconds before. She arched her hips back, though he hadn’t asked her to. She missed the heady press of his cock, digging into her from behind. God help her, but she almost wished he’d take her that way.
Oh… but what was she thinking?
She tried to push back off the wall, but he caught each of her wrists in both of his hands, robbing her of balance when he pinned them to the bulkhead high above her head. As far apart as her legs were, he kicked them that much wider, pressing her chest and cheek straight up against the wall. She wasn’t prepared to feel it when he stripped, one arm at a time, out of his suit far enough to unfasten his belt. He had hundreds of them. Every time they ran into a trader or docked for repairs somewhere, or picked up a paycheck, he got a new one. The one he whipped out of his belt loops was thin, black, and made out of Darweelian marsh serpent. The shine on each and every scale was truly lovely, and she ought to know. Piper had a front row view to all that shiny, scaly loveliness when he looped his belt around her wrists and quickly bound them before her.
“My name is Kogan Pulgoy Vovlov, the Third,” he growled into her ear, shivering her not just with his words but with the very seductive vibration of his deep tone. “Consort to Piper Jamison, daughter of Bill and Mary Jamison and deep space scavenger.”
Her pussy quivered; her panties grew damp. “Oh, shit,” she said, astonished that she could sound this calm, considering what he was saying.
“Oh, shit is right.” Kogan smirked. “I’m going to take you back to my room now. Prepare to be consummated.”
