Page 8 of Her Consort
She was so astonished by that lack of reasoning, she almost didn’t notice he had fastened the first cuff around her unresisting ankle, and then buckled that around the right table leg. “I drove you? You’re the one who won’t stop walking around the ship naked!”
“Yes, but who ignores it? Do you have any idea how cold this ship is when you’re wet? Your first dozen strokes ought to be for shrinkage alone. And all those times you called me ‘asshat’?” He shifted to her other side, opening the cuff to buckle down her left ankle. “Granted, I didn’t know what that meant until now, but still…” He circled to the head of the table and leaned down beside her. Hands clasped, weight braced on his elbows, he shook his head. “Poor innocent little human. Don’t worry. I am going to make this such an education for you.” Ruffling her hair, he stood again.
“You idiot!” she huffed, whipping her hair back out of her eyes. “It’s a curse, not a suggestion. And like hell I’m going to stand here and be taught anything by the likes of y-ah!” She lurched in her bonds, every inch of her straining to escape the lash of pure fire that wrapped her ass, hugging it in the grip of all that supple leather before letting go.
“Is it?” Kogan asked, shifting that deceptively soft strap to his other hand. “Is it really?”
The sting was incredible and yet, when he let his free hand wander a brushing caress across the welt he’d just created, her eyes damn near closed in erotic delight. He found her wetness, fingers digging in first to find and then to apply steady pressure to her now throbbing clit.
Her pussy clenched in tight, so devastatingly empty, robbed of all the friction of the thrusts she so badly wanted to feel rocking her over this table. Bruising her hips against the edge and dragging her nipples across the cold metal surface until they ached for the contrasting heat of his mouth. Or the pull of his fingers.
Or the whip of his belt.
“All right, now you listen to me,” she said, swallowing back the insanity and struggling for some shred of the authority she should have clubbed him with back when he first started this nonsense. “I am the captain of this ship. I give the orders and you, you glorified lapdog, have three seconds to—”
The tiny massaging motions of his hand on her pussy ceased. “Glorified lapdog,” he echoed.
She twisted far enough to glare back at him, the sting in her hinds amplified by the glitter in his dark eyes as she deliberately goaded, “Didn’t you once tell me how ol’ Ambassador Agi preferred spending time with her dogs over you?”
“She had Chihuahuas,” he said, frowning. “Five of them.”
“You didn’t even rank that high,” she said, a prick of conscience nettling her soul over the intentional meanness. It was easier; far easier to be mean than it was to admit she liked what he was doing to her. Liked where his hand now rested, motionless against the folds of her labia. She didn’t want to like it. It was hard enough being on this giant, empty shell of a ship with a male like Kogan, who irritated the hell out of her but who at least kept her company. She didn’t at all want to know what it was going to be like, stuck here with him after something like this, knowing it could never happen again. A little meanness now promised to save them both a lot of heartache later on, so Piper wrapped herself in those comfortable folds.
When he smiled, so did she, but hers had teeth.
When he chuckled, she would have too if only he hadn’t reared back then and applied that strap in rapid succession—once… Twice!… Thrice!—bringing her dancing up onto her tiptoes, sucking for air and shaking her ass in what few centimeters of movement she had to express the agony now chewing into her. It was hurt, but it was delicious hurt. The cuffs on her wrists and ankles were absurdly freeing. She could fight and thrash and kick all she wanted to, but she couldn’t go anywhere. Every nerve inside her felt jittery. Each breath came in shallow and shaky, unstable and growing even more so as he paused again to cup her aching pussy in his massaging hold.
He leaned down over her, whispering in her ear, “Chihuahuas bite.”
Piper melted into the table and into his touch. If not for her bonds, she’d have arched back her hips, rolling and offering back her ass for more.
“Don’t worry.” One finger slipped inside her, stroking until her hips rolled to match the movement. “Two years without sex can make anyone a little bitchy, so I won’t hold that against you. Do you know why?”
She smothered moan after moan, panting her tiny breaths into the tabletop while her hips ground down in tighter and tighter circles.
“Because,” he said, fingers stroking in tighter circles too. “Save a horse. Ride a… me.”
Heated lust gushed through her nethers. She felt the rush of it overflow his hand to trickle down her thighs. She heard the slick, wet, flicking sound as he slipped his fingers inside her—first one, then three—penetrating slowly at first, but building in force and intensity until he was fucking her with such vigor that he made the table shake and Piper heave. She arched up, straining against all her bonds with a cry of such guttural longing as those first mighty tremors began to unfurl—
“Not yet,” Kogan laughed and whipped his hand away. The sudden absence of all that stimulation chewed into her wanton flesh like physical teeth. It hurt, and she cried out again.
“Get me off this table! I’m going to stuff you out the nearest airlock, I swear to God!”
The flat of his next swat jolted her, kicking up the heat and rekindling the pain his belt had left behind. Her bonds creaked as she strained against them, but oddly enough, the burning hurt helped to calm some of that highly aggravated sexual need.
“Do you want to come?” Kogan purred, stepping up behind her to match his hips to hers. The jutting pressure in the front of his pants pressed against her weeping pussy. He gripped her hips, his big hands kneading the swells of her flesh as he mused, “Funny word that, come. I like it though. It’s short, it’s forceful. It’s so much better than ours: expulsing.” His tone switched to a mockingly high falsetto. “I’m expulsing, I’m expulsing. Please, Kogan, I beg you, may I expulse?” His cock ground into her twitching, aching sex, and his voice deepened back to its usual timbre. “I’m coming,” he mused. “I’m coming. Please, Kogan, I beg of you, let me come. Can you hear the difference?”
She almost came from the growling seduction of his tone alone. She trembled. “I’m not saying that,” she said thickly.
Chuckling, he leaned over her and God if just the weight of him bearing down on her in all the right places didn’t make her want to come all over again. Heated breath kissed the lobe of her ear as he said, “Want to bet? Let’s play a game.”
“You’re a sick fuck,” she both growled and groaned as he gave her bottom another swat and then took all the lovely, furry weight of his body away from her. Crossing the small room, he retrieved the bag off his bed. Twisting far enough to see over her shoulder, she watched him come back to her. “What is that?” she asked suspiciously.
“Toys.” He circled the table to set the surprisingly heavy luggage on her arms. “Feel the weight.”
“What’s in that thing?”
“Everything I’ve been wanting to do to you for two very long, blue ball-inducing years. Blue balls,” he repeated, drawling it out twice more with increasing slowness. “That’s another of your words that sounds almost hypnotic. Bluuuue balls. Again, we call it something completely different. On our world, it’s ‘unemployed.’ You’ve tormented me for two long years, but, I have to admit, you did save me from a lifetime of that. So, because of that kindness, I promise to keep my torments limited.”
