Cyberella: Preyfinders Universe (13 page)

“We can explore this, take our time, see what we both like.”

Then he began what he’d known he wanted to do, ever since she defied him on the balcony. He teased her. Inch by inch, he hauled up the knee-length dress, probed beneath it with his hand, and found her cunt. Her sweet, sweet cunt that he’d also tasted. His finger slipped along, nudging apart her pussy lips. Of her own volition, her thighs spread, inviting him.

Wetness was there. Instantaneous. He hitched her higher on his lap and wrapped his other arm around her waist.

“Wait,” she began, putting her hand on his wrist.

“No.”

She let go, her hand poised above. At that, he found his lips curving in a smile. Oh yes. She liked his orders.

“Put your hand in your lap.”

When she did so, he began to play some more, slip-sliding, touching nothing more than that part of her, watching her breathing intensify and deepen, her lips part, her eyelids drift shut, for he leaned forward and looked over her shoulder. Her leg muscles were tense when his wrist brushed them.

Up and down went his finger. Slippery, female cunt juice. He could play there all day.

“You want me in you?” He kissed her cheek.

“Yes,” she whispered and he felt her pussy clench as he trailed his fingertip along it.

“You’re so wet, already.”

“Mmm.”

“Don’t move.”

He teased her for another five minutes until she was huffing and squirming on his lap, until she was wet enough to dribble onto her thighs and dress and she moaned when he asked her if she was about to come. Then he stopped. He made her stand up and he straightened her dress.

“No panties, Ella.” He caressed her thigh, running his hand up under the hem, letting it rest on her inner thigh where the wetness began. “Not until I say.”

All she did was nod and sigh and tremble.

He liked this, a lot.

That her acceptance, no, call it what it was, her submission to his demands evoked vivid images of her tied up in rope, that he didn’t like. Or that his anger had begun this. He’d thought he’d not regretted that but time had brought him worries.

This had echoes of slavery.

He’d always known he liked tying up his women, a little, every now and then, but with Ella in his arms, his mild tendencies seemed unchained. He didn’t want to hurt her.

Torgeir shut his eyes.

Ella immobilized, her body decorated by the intricacies of knotted rope – one end fastened to her plait and drawn down her back then looped up between her legs. The rope drawn tight until her own movements against the rope might make her come, and her struggling to be free...

He shivered at the intensity. Doing that might unleash a monster, himself, at his worst. He should take care.

The no-panties state she was in gave Torgeir the freedom to intimately touch her with no more than a second of warning. While talking to Dresdek on his comm, with her beside him on the sofa, he casually reached under her dress and toyed with her. She stared but he just kept talking. Well then, she could be stoic. Not making any noises or moving finally drew his attention. A gleam came into his eye and he told her to kneel on the sofa, facing away from him. After pushing her dress high on her back, he stroked her pussy, softly, barely separating the lips. This gentleness seemed one of his favorite teasing techniques and it worked so well at stirring her. But she knew men, or thought she did. How could he resist her when she was showing off her intimate parts like this? Maybe she needed to act up more and tease him in return?

She wiggled her ass from side to side, blatantly tempting him, and parted her legs as much as she could on the sofa cushion. When he sat forward she figured she was winning, until he shoved some fingers inside her.

“Ohhh.” Her arms stiffened and, head down, she sucked in a deep breath, let it out, shakily.

“Hmmm,” he said. His
hmmm
s were warning signs all by themselves. His fingers stilled inside her.

“More?” she dared to squeak. Maybe today could be
the
day?

“Here.” He drew her stomach down over his lap before resuming his talk to Dresdek, about recruiting and business, while he absentmindedly massaged around her clit and over it, gathering her moisture and repeating that ad infinitum. Quivering, she moaned into the sofa, coming close to climax. Squeezing her thighs around his hand gained her a bite on the fullness of one butt cheek.

“Ow! No!”

He sucked on her hurt flesh. “Then don’t try to squash my hand.”

Miffed, she only grunted.

“Where was I?” He rested his thumb inside her with his fingers on her butt. With her clit begging for attention this was evil, she decided.

Was it possible to be aroused every hour of the day without dying of frustration? When would he decide they could have sex?

Later, he backed her against the wall and held her there with his hand at her throat while he slipped the straps of her dress down her arms then studied her breasts.

“
Mmm
. My red. My woman’s breasts.”

The glow of happiness overtook her. Who knew this, of all things, this possession of her, would affect her so?

He kissed her on the lips and she responded. Warm yummy kiss. Being kissed while pinned in place, it was heaven. Her eyelids lowered as the feeling settled in her flesh like molasses.

“I’d wag my tail if I had one,” she whispered.

“That, I’d like to see.”

When he bowed his head to suck on her nipples, engulfing first one then the other, with his thigh pushing up between hers, she was soon overcome and mouth breathing, swallowing against his hand. She pressed herself onto his leg in little, insistent circles. This
must
be when he’d decide to fuck her.

Bondmating compulsions were playing havoc with her hormones.

Arousal was something she had always disregarded if need be. Not now, not with Torgeir. Even her feet were flexing, treadling against the floor. Every atom of her body craved release.

“What do I have to do?” She’d tried not to whine that and looked downward, pointedly. “To get you to...” Ella curled her hands into fists, her fingernails cutting her palms.

“Nothing.” While pressing her more firmly against the wall, he wedged that knee into her, grinding it softly into the juncture of her legs. “Nothing except make those cute female sounds.”

“When? Please?”

“Soon. Tomorrow. Maybe. I thought we’d have another wine and nice-food sort of meal up above, at the very peak of Horuk.” He’d said all that in his rumbly voice then he kissed the top of her head. “I’m going to explore, but I heard there’s private places up there where I can fuck you without being interrupted.”

That sounded awesome and dirty and elegant all at once. He was planning when to fuck her again in detail like this? Tomorrow though.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long.” Men liked the cute little kitten look didn’t they? Though it was more hot and flustered kitten, right now. She tried to look cute, needy, and kitteny.

“You can.”

Kitten failure. It hadn’t worked.

The breast fondling and sucking recommenced. She tried to resist, she did, but his hand on her neck, while the other grasped her whole breast, then his wet tongue on her nipple.
Uh. So nice.
Ella’s legs shook and she stiffened. Her sighs turned into moans.

Coming from breast sucking was not possible. Maybe that’s why it happened, why it slammed in and wiped her out. She groaned and her head thumped back against the wall while he kept her fastened coarsely in place with that dirty pussy-invading knee, his hands, and his hard as cry-steel body.

The last of the orgasmic spasms came and went and she sank down the wall an inch before he caught her.

“You weren’t supposed to do that.”

Wracked by gasping and spent, she looked at him through her lashes and could see ideas tumbling through his mind.

“I know,” she said, her voice husky. “Accident.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Spanking followed. On the sofa. Across his knee.
That
had aroused her too, which surprised Torgeir.

“It was your hand, touching me there, and the way it sort of
beat
through me.” She looked back at him, pouting. Well, it was really pouting and amused, as well as furious that he blamed her.

“Oh, come here.” He was still laughing as he cuddled her.

“It did hurt.”

“Sure it did.”

“Hmph.”

Cuddling with him was the best. She sank into a dreamy state. Wherever this was going, she’d been lucky. Though a Sicar lord, Torgeir seemed exactly the right man for her.

There was something odd, though. It was true that this bondmating relationship made sex the ultimate wonder and gave her a sense that hinted at when he was aroused as well as vice versa, but it also niggled at her and showed her what was
not
. Something was missing. He wanted something more that he wasn’t telling her.

Maybe that was why he had taken so long to decide to fuck her?

The next morning she awoke first and spent some more time thinking, as the light brightened and crept across the room in bars and jagged shapes.

Not being able to recall all her past made her speculate. Ella doubted she’d ever been in such a curious arrangement with a prior lover. Torgeir liked commanding her and she absolutely adored obeying, even when all he did was tease her sexually, night and day.

They were like love-struck but strange honeymooners.

They hadn’t left the room yet. Luckily they had food, and each other to play with. And oh my, Torgeir did love playing with her. Even now, lying in bed with his arm wrapped over her, she was getting aroused remembering, though maybe that was because she could feel his erection against her ass.

If she wriggled, he might accidentally slip it in while half asleep?

No. Best not to try. He’d said today might be the day. Then his cock seemed to harden and poke her and she couldn’t stop herself nudging backward into him, just a teensy bit.

“If you do that again, I won’t be able to control myself and I will fuck...”

Oh yes!
Her hearing pricked up.

“Your tight little asshole.”

“Oh! Never.” She squirmed around to face him, frowning ferociously.

He laughed. “That worked. I vow to you, I am going to organize for us to go up top, today. I can’t keep spending big on food because repairing the ship and hiring crew will cost an astronomical amount, but I want this to be special.”

Ella grinned. “You’re so sweet. We have already done it once though, you know?”

“
Mm-hmm.
But this time we know we’re bondmated. It’s different.”

His bare chest drew her attention. She trailed her fingers down his pectorals.

“Your mark. That’s really not a tattoo?”

“No.”

Flakes and swirls of red coalesced as they twirled up his chest to make something that seemed a type of red beast. Not a dragon or a snake but beautiful. She smiled at him then, when he didn’t protest, dared to get him to move his arm and the sheet, so she could see lower down to his belly button. She put her finger in that sweet dip.

“Do all of us, all over the ’verse, have these? Belly buttons?”

“As far as I know. We’re all from the same stock according to history and gossip, but there’s no records going back far enough to say why or how. You humans on Earth were late to the star-faring party, though.”

She snorted. “Trust us to be late.”

“Let me see you.”

He pulled at the sheet. She’d managed to keep it over herself. Being naked, as he’d told her to sleep, her breasts were revealed as the sheet slid from her.

“Pretty.” He drew light circles around her areolas, one then the next, making them crinkle. “The red’s even more filled in.”

The pleasure in his voice and on his face made her happy, as did his touch. Today he was relaxed and perhaps wasn’t dedicating his time to teasing her into arousal. Before, it might have been the novelty of seeing what he could do to her. What she would sit still for. She shivered. How she hoped and prayed he’d keep trying new things on her.

“I’m glad I’m changing.” She blinked, overcome again by his eyes and his presence. “I like being yours.”

Torgeir nodded. “As I like being yours, Ella.” He paused, weighing one of her breasts in his hand while his thumb caressed her. “I don’t know why it happened, but I read that the Earth women of power who bondmated also had faster changes than usual.”

“It must be an Earth thing.” She shrugged.

“I guess so.” Yet he studied her, as if wondering if she was about to sprout wings.

“I’m normal, Torgeir. I’m just me.”

A chill ran through her. Was she trying to tempt fate? She wasn’t normal and she mustn’t ever forget that. She had been, maybe was, an experiment of sorts. What would happen if Torgeir found out? She didn’t even know what the Bak-lal had done to her. She had to find out. Not knowing was no longer acceptable.

As if to underline her problem, her left ankle chose then to itch.

“You okay?” He nudged at her chin.

Had she been that obvious or was it just this link they had? “I’m okay. Yeah. Just a bad memory.”

That he pulled her close and kissed her only made it worse.

“I can tell you’re lying. Or skirting the truth, at least. Lucky for you I’m fucking you today anyway. When you’re ready, you tell me what bothers you.”

She nodded. “I’m sorry. I will.”

“Okay.”

Worry gnawed at her for the first time in days. She would tell him, but first she must find out who she’d once been. ASAP.

Torgeir disappeared for a while that morning, off to explore the top of Horuk, and he wouldn’t take her in case it was dangerous. This place... She shook her head and gripped the stone of the balcony. Whenever she needed reminding she was on an alien planet, she only needed to come out here and look.

The sky was a weird tint. This building was weird. The people below? She leaned out. They were like ants. Ella screwed up her mouth, but she knew they were weird too.

That boy with the cart and no legs, she had been going to try and see if he could remove the code, which wasn’t exactly worth doing anymore. Now, though, what if he knew a way to find out her past?