Page 25 of Surrender

The heat of his breath set the nerve endings of her clitoris ablaze. Choking back a sob of need, she tried to squirm away. “Please. Don’t. I can’t achieve gratification again, not for days and days. You’ll just leave me aching with desire.”

“Must I continue proving you wrong? Lie back and relax.”

With a jolt of surprise, she realized he was naked, his body sleek and warm. His manhood stoked the fire inside her as he rocked back and forth over her mound. Kylar entwined his fingers with hers, pulled her hands down and pinned them at her sides then slid down her body.

She made a little noise, half moan, half sob, when his iron-hard cock stopped rubbing her slit. Then she felt his mouth. Licking, nobbling, sucking. He nudged her legs apart and dipped his tongue in.

Talia screamed. Screamed again when he let go of her hands and replaced his tongue with a finger. Hard and insistent. So different from her probe. He slid it inside her then stroked in and out. Slowly at first. Then faster. She felt the wave building.

“No no nooo! I can’t,” she wailed.

He shifted position and captured her lips in a kiss. “This is what your body is meant to feel,” he murmured. “Pleasure so wild, so savage, you think you’ll explode if you go any higher.” He rammed his finger in all the way. “Yet you do.”

She shuddered, dug her heels into the mattress and bucked up against his hand. The wave crashed over her and Talia sagged back on the bed.

Instead of stopping, Kylar slid a second finger in. She gave up all resistance, threw her head back, and let her body take over.

The second climax, vicious and intense, rocked her to the core. Kylar held her close until her body stopped trembling. Then, after one more sizzling kiss, he slipped out of bed and disappeared into the darkness.

* * *

Kylar sat in front of the fire in his room, balls aching. He hadn’t planned the nighttime visit. He’d been haunting the halls, sleepless, when he heard a soft cry in the room assigned to Gadolinium’s new ambassador. He told himself he’d pop his head in and assure himself she wasn’t suffering from nightmares after her ordeal in the caverns under the palace.

Irna had told him what went on there in great detail. The whippings, the embarrassing physical examinations. The carved wooden plugs they’d been forced to wear. She said the trainers had been especially hard on Talia, leaving the plug in her ass for hours to discipline her.

It was no wonder she shied away from physical contact. Last night, when she described her life back on Earth where sex had practically been outlawed, he marveled that she’d been able to summon enough will to defy her captors after they tormented and humiliated her so thoroughly.

He’d slipped into the room and found her tossing and turning on the bed. In the moonlight streaming through the narrow window, he saw she was still wearing that alluring dress. He’d hardly been able to keep his eyes off her during dinner. He’d only gotten a glimpse of those lush breasts when she stood naked on the auction block. His attention – and that of every male in the room – had been drawn elsewhere when Sori had ripped off the leather belt covering her pussy. Later, she’d been wearing his shirt, so he could only imagine how her breasts looked as he ran his hands over the rough cloth covering them.

Tonight, at dinner, the laces in her bodice had barely restrained them. The gown was cut so low, he couldn’t help glancing down the long table every now and then to see if her nipples had finally broken free from their confinement.

Now one had. A dark-red bud, tight and hard from the cool night air pouring through the open window. Her long legs were bare, too, the skirt of her gown hiked up around her thighs.

When she’d moaned again and stroked her nipple in her sleep, his iron-hard control snapped. What if her nipple hadn’t grown hard from the cold? Maybe the cause was a naughty dream. One he could turn into reality.

He’d slipped off his clothes and joined her on the bed. Rubbed her puckered nipple with the pad of his thumb. She moaned. He shoved her skirt out of the way and nestled his head between her legs, breathed in her scent as he damned his bad luck and self-imposed code of honor. Last night she’d been horny but drunk. Tonight, Talia was so deeply asleep, even his touch hadn’t wakened her. At this rate, his balls would shrivel from old age before he fucked her.

Talia gasped when he flicked his tongue across her pleasure pearl. Her eyes popped open.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m doing what I said I would. Rewarding you for your service to my country.”

He’d kept his voice low and warm. She’d been traumatized. Used cruelly. He wanted to show her sex could be the source of exquisite pleasure as well as crippling shame. But he needed to proceed gently, so he brought in a touch of humor. “Now pretend you’re sleeping again. I like this game.”

His playful tone had penetrated her defenses better than any argument. Last night, she told him that back home on Earth she’d made herself climax with a small probe, so he’d taken her in a way that was familiar to her. Fucked her with his finger. Gods, she was tight! So responsive, so ripe. Writhing in his arms, uttering soft cries.

He thrust deeper, seeking the special place where his touch would send her soaring. She’d raked his back with her nails, rocked her hips up, wordlessly asking for more.

He gave it.

She was almost there when her years of denial kicked in. Her body went rigid and she protested, insisting she couldn’t possibly be sexually satisfied two nights in a row. He’d silenced her with a savage kiss, drove her to a shuddering climax in his arms. Then, to prove his manhood, he took her even higher, rammed two fingers into that tight pussy until she screamed out loud.

Kylar slipped away then. He wanted her badly but knew he couldn’t take her yet. He wouldn’t fuck Talia until she asked him for it. Begged him to take her, knowing the pleasure she’d experience. Desperate for it, not fearful of it.

Besides, it wouldn’t have been fair to either of them. He knew his hunger for her was fueled as much by the need to escape the crushing burden of worry over his father’s plight. If he’d taken her tonight, he’d have been no better than the disgusting aliens who’d come to bid on her body. Talia deserved better for her first time than a man who was only using her to meet his own needs.

With a groan, Kylar threw himself down on his bed. The first rays of dawn had broken on the horizon before he finally found solace in sleep.

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