Abduction (76 page)

“Vaughn?” she heard herself whimper before she could censor herself. She didn't even think he was in the room. “Wait. Stop. Please,” she pleaded with whoever was on top of her. Inside of her.

She hadn't said her word, but he'd stopped. Stark still, the moment she'd asked.

“Please,” she said now, embarrassed, confused, guilty that she'd taken so much pleasure and chickened out just when he was taking a little back, “I don't, I can't...”

“Sshhh,” he breathed by her ear.

Suddenly she felt her bondage acutely, painfully as the stranger kissed her hot, damp cheek, the restraints stretching her arms brutally overhead, the weight of his body pinning her to the mattress. She felt small and soft under him, ready to collapse in a spasm of sobs, trying to steel herself, to say her word.

“Shhhh, Dev,” he whispered again.

She stopped breathing.

He slid the blindfold off and now, instead of darkness, she was blinded by light, but she knew.

“Vaughn?”

“You're all right, Dev.”

He was holding her tight and kissing, nuzzling her neck. Kissing and petting and holding her.

“All right?” he asked her moments later when her vision had settled down and she was breathing again.

Vaughn. It was Vaughn. On her. Still in her. She smiled, not knowing what to say.

He smiled back. Then he kissed her forehead. Then he started to slip out of her.

“No. Don't.”

She wanted him. So, so much, now that she knew it was him.

“You're sure? Sure you're all right?”

“It's you,” she gushed, almost giddy, she was so happy.

“It's me, Dev.”

“And it...it's been you? All night?”

“Yes, Dev.”

He looked guilty.

She sighed her astonishment. ”Kiss me,” she gushed, straining for him as she replaced the vague shadowy figure her imagination had conjured with Vaughn doing all that to her, watching her, hearing her through everything.

He kissed her tenderly, holding his fierce heat in check. Then, panting, visibly shaking, he gave her a sweet smile.

“Here.”

He reached over her head and she felt him working the latch of the restraints.

”No,” she panted. “please. I want you like this.”

His sweet smile slipped away, and his expression revealed his fierce arousal. But he touched her face tenderly and she noticed her cheek was wet.

“Dev. You're...”

“It was too much like being with you. It freaked me out, thinking it was someone else but it felt so like being with you. That's all.” Then, after enduring a moment of his hesitation, “Please, Vaughn.”

His unbearable love wrenching, his violent arousal battering his chest, his cock straining, on the verge of pain, he came back to her, Dev, tentatively, at first, then with more and more wild heat. It was them, but as his hesitation wore down Vaughn's raw need took control. She'd surrendered her body to him, begged him to take her as she was—vulnerable, utterly in his power. Fueled up on all her cries and blushes and shudders from their last hour together, the way her body was quivering under him now, her hot slick flesh gripping his cock, and god, fuck, that look, more vulnerable, more seeking than her hot, twitching, bound body, he went at her, fierce and desperate, driven on by her parting lips, her little grunts, the way she was watching him. Then stopped, worked his hips with trembling, desperate restraint, determined to prolong this, despite what his body threatened. But she, all of it, defeated him. She was bound, but he was helpless. Powerless to resist his urge to thrust. To pull her hard to him, his palms grasping, fingers sinking into the firm full flesh of her ass, to yield to the sweet grip of her sex cruelly milking his pleasure from him when he wanted, wanted, god he wanted to wait but no, no, no his balls seized and a violent burst of pleasure shot through his cock, ricocheted through his whole groin, then seized him again, again, 693

diminishing but still, fuck, god, a fit of crippling, perfect pleasure wrecked his whole body until he practically collapsed on her.

“God. Dev,” he sobbed by her ear, kissing her where he'd fallen, summoning a last bit of strength to caress the flexed underside of her pale, bound arm with his fingertips.

Then, panting, shaky, he managed to lift himself. Such a sweet smile curving her full lips, her huge gray eyes fixed on him. Her mouth. So soft to kiss, so eager to welcome.

“I'm dying to hold you,” she whispered after a deep, quiet kiss.

As soon as he had her out of the restraints they wrapped themselves around one another, clinging, kissing, bringing each other back to safety.

“That was quite an elaborate game you played tonight,” she sighed later, curled up against him, their limbs woven together.

“So elaborate I tripped and fell into it.”

“Meaning?”

“I didn't plan it, the way it went. At all. Dev, when the doorbell rang, when I shut the bedroom door and left you bound on the bed, I really meant to let my friend go to you.”

Her stomach bottomed out. Even after imagining for all those long minutes she was experiencing it, the idea of it, now, shocked her.

“I planned it all very soberly. Well, hard as fuck, half the time,” he laughed, “but I thought it all through carefully. Who it should be. How I should ask him to be with you.

How to set it up with you. The rules, the fail-safes, everything. I only brought it up with him when I thought I was really sure. That you'd be glad. But while I was walking to the door, I don't know. All this doubt just crept up over me. I was afraid it would hurt you. So I told him it was off.”

“An excellent friend-screening test. How'd he do?”

Vaughn laughed. “I knew he'd be cool about it. Even so, I guess he deserves a gold star. I think it was what he expected, now that I think back. He just smiled and asked me how I was going to make the most of the change of plan. It had already occurred to me, just in that little bit of time, that I might do it—come back to you as if I was him. So he came in and we talked for a bit—his idea—so you'd hear that there was someone here, hear a strange voice. Then he snuck off quietly so we could have our fun.”

“And who is this friend of yours?”

“Oh, I'm not telling.”

“Keeping him in reserve for future ambushes?”

“Maybe.” His giddy grin faded a little. “Are you disappointed? That I didn't go through with it? Or was I insane, planning it at all?”

“No. And no,” she added after a contemplative pause.

“Look at you,” he whispered, nudging her cheek with his nose, “you're blushing.

After the wanton display you just put on,” he teased, turning her blush a shade deeper.

“I loved thinking it was some man I didn't even know doing all that to me. And I love that it was you—that tonight—everything that just happened—is ours.”

“You don't feel like I...I don't know. Tricked you.”

“Well, you did trick me,” she laughed. “But in the most arousing way imaginable.” The terminal buildings—low gray blocks pressed between the wet gray sky and the wet gray ground—strips of surreally green grass wedged in lonely strips by rain-slicked and spotted tarmac, planes and luggage carts and men and women in navy jumpsuits waving orange wands began to shift and slide in the tiny lozenge-shaped window. Then everything outside was still for a while, until the engines surged and the momentum of the plane pressed Devan back against her seat. When she turned her head, Vaughn was gazing over at her with his subtle, easy smile. They pressed palms, wove their fingers together, and surged upward into the night sky.

The End

ABOUT VARIAN KRYLOV

Since her girlhood in a sunny coastal town in California, Varian Krylov has nurtured a love of words and a curiosity about the deep, dark forces at work in human nature, especially sexuality, and how they often paradoxically twine with our tenderest impulses. Her stories tend to explore the sometimes fine line between what arouses, and what frightens, what we're driven to, and what we're ashamed of.

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Pharaoh entered Tiye’s darkened apartment. He moved slowly to her divan. “I have been waiting for you, my Lord,” she said.

The king bent over and kissed her on the lips. Tiye’s arms went around her neck, pulling him to her. She was already nude. Her hands fumbled at his belt and his pleated skirt fell away. Her hand reached for his growing cock and began to stroke it.

His hands found her breasts and crushed them. Together their breath came in quick gasps. She took his cock between her lips and began stroking it with her mouth.

He moaned with pleasure as his fingers slid between her wet pussy lips. She raised her hips and spread her legs to help his fingers, and her mouth continued to work on his growing hard-on.

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Then, in a moment, he was entering her. His cock slid deep into her. Tiye screamed and grabbed his buttocks to pull him even deeper inside. Her hard nipples brushed his chest with each stroke. Their mouths clung together as if grown that way.

Amun watched from a darkened corner. The time was close. He readied himself.

At the moment Tiye buried her heels in the soft cushion of the divan to raise her hips even farther and take Pharaoh’s cock into her completely at the moment of her orgasm, Pharaoh, himself let out a loud moan and he felt his own moment approach.

Amun entered the Pharaoh’s body and took over control. The king was no longer just Pharaoh, but Pharaoh-God Amun. The orgasm broke, sending Amun’s seed deep into Tiye. Pharaoh-Amun’s body contracted again and again as the seed splattered into her. Then it was over. Amun withdrew from Pharaoh to his dark corner to watch.

Pharaoh, rolled off Tiye, panting. Few times had sex been so exhausting and satisfying. It was as if his entire soul had been ripped from him and expelled through his cock deep into Tiye’s vagina.

Tiye moved to kiss Pharaoh‘s face. This, she knew, had been an eye opening trip. She no longer had a family here in Nubia. Her family was now in Memphis. She belonged with Pharaoh. He had become her man and her life. She vowed she would serve him all her days. And there was something else.

Amun whispered in her ear. She could not see him, but inside her head she could hear. This night the three of them had made another son. His name would be Semkare and he would be Pharaoh along with Akanaten. And along the way, Akanaten would have a son who too would be Pharaoh. The blood line would continue.

A dark thought crossed Tiye’s mind.
But what about Thutmose? Would he not

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