SurrendersMischief (11 page)

Her hair, the color of banked flame in the recessed lighting
of the garden, cascaded across his thighs, the mass caressing his tense muscles
with tantalizing softness. He rolled his head against the stone in mute
protest. How was it possible that she made him forget his vow to resist with
just a few touches?

Her soft fingers cupped his balls, massaging them with an
arousing gentleness.

Darias forgot his own question as she weighed each interior
sphere. His eyes slid closed and his breath came raggedly from between slightly
parted lips.

Cold air hitting his erection brought Darias abruptly back
to awareness. He opened his eyes. “No. Don’t stop,” he protested without
thought. She couldn’t stop, not when he was so close to coming. Never had he
been so fiercely aroused so quickly. He squeezed his eyes shut, poised
painfully on the edge of fulfillment. One more moment, all he needed was just
one more moment.

Riana straightened, her hips brushing the insides of his
thighs.

Even to his own ears, his breathing sounded harsh on the
night air. The moon, hanging low and huge in the night sky and brighter even
than the light from the Punishment Stone, starkly illuminated his body and fell
on the delicate strength of Riana’s face. She stared back, her expression
utterly dispassionate, reminding him forcibly of the precariousness of his
position.

“You know.” Stark words from a dry mouth.

“I know a lot of things.”

Despite the fact she hadn’t confirmed his suspicion, he
knew.
Knew
she discovered the hidden secrets of the rank badges.

She wasn’t going to let him come.

She’d bring him to the brink of climax, time and time again,
only to keep him there. The knot of fury and tension building in his chest
broke loose.

“Damn you! You can’t do this to me. Punishment is for women,
not warriors,” he raged.

A slow smile spread over her face.

Dread filtered through his blind fury as he realized he’d
roared the words. Everyone in the keep was now aware he was being punished.

Scalding heat crawled up his neck, to his face.

Before he had a chance to recover his control, Riana slid
one finger from the top of his buttocks, to the heavy sac hanging between his
legs. She traveled back the same way, just as slowly.

His breath hitched in his chest at the implicit threat in
the gentle glide of her finger.

She wouldn’t! Not even in punishment was such a thing
allowed. She would not dare… His mind refused to finish the sentence.

Riana dipped the tip of one finger inside.

She would.

He bucked up against his restraints. Krel, no. Desperate, he
struggled to get free, to find the control that used to come so easily to him.
He felt her other hand at the bonds securing his thighs. All of a sudden, his
hips shot up, escaping her scandalous touch, only to have his cock engulfed by
her mouth. The ridges of her teeth raked gently the entire length as she
swallowed him. His cock brushed against the back of her throat.

Krel, that felt wonderful. Instinctively, he sank back down
so he could pump himself into her mouth and claim the release she was
determined to deny him.

Only to be shocked into stillness.

Her finger invaded his ass, deeper this time.

No
. His wits scattered to the night winds at the
sensual burning of the intrusion. He tried to find his tongue to tell her it
was forbidden, but it was stuck to the roof of his mouth. Gritting his teeth,
he flexed his hips upward. Relief mingled with disappointment when the
provocative movement stopped and her finger slipped out. His relief was
short-lived when, again, her mouth closed over the head of his cock. Her tongue
caressed the ridge running along the underside.

Darias froze.

Soon the wet heat of her mouth became too much to stand. The
need to move, to rock his hard flesh in and out of her lips, became
overwhelming. He withdrew.

Her finger was waiting to tease him. Unable to control the
rhythmic thrust of his hips, he groaned as raw, unadulterated pleasure raced
through his veins. It no longer mattered that what she was doing was sinful.
All that mattered was the sensation of wet heat of her mouth, the burning
fullness in his rectum and the unbearable tightness of his balls.

She moved back one step, no longer touching him anywhere.

Cold currents of air brought reality crashing down. A
shudder swept through Darias as she once again left him teetering on the brink
of fulfillment. His muscles ached and his blood thundered in his ears, a harsh,
ragged rhythm.

Beat-beat. Beat-beat. Beat. Beat-beat.

Before he had chance to gain even a semblance of composure,
Riana feathered his body with light, expert caresses.

Words of need, begging even, sprang to his lips. He closed
his eyes, his entire being on fire with the need to spew himself inside her.

He was a warrior.

He would be victorious.

The struggle inside Darias became an outright war.

“I will get even,” he promised as he realized this was one
battle he was going to lose.

She laughed softly.

Darias squeezed his eyelids tighter, hating Riana and hating
himself for the words that broke involuntarily from his throat.

“Please, Riana. Let me come. Damn you, let me come.”

Her tongue swirled around and dipped inside his navel,
simulating the rhythm of lovemaking.

The small action pushed him over an invisible edge.

“Please, Riana. Let me come!” he roared, the demand echoing
into the night. “You can’t do this to me.” His voice dropped to a guttural
whisper. “You are driving me mad.”

Her answer was to deliver a little bite to his inner thigh.
Immediately, her tongue soothed the small sting.

Desperation welled up in him. Nothing he could say would
sway her. Riana was intent on keeping him on the pinnacle of sensation and
refused to let him fall.

She tongued his nipples and then blew on them. The icy touch
of air after the warmth of her mouth drew his nipple into a bead so tight that
it was painful.

He groaned.

She raked the edge of her teeth over the tight nub.

The muscles in his stomach clenched in need.

Latching on to the vulnerable skin next to his armpit with
her mouth, she pulled strongly.

He jumped. His balls tightened and drew up as if they were
connected on a chain. Chills chased across every centimeter of exposed flesh.
Shevet!
Where had she learned to do that?

She feathered kisses just above his hip.

A muscle jumped under her delicate touch. His mouth went dry
and Darias strained against the need to shout. He would not give in again.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Darias?”

Shocked at the blunt question, he met her cool gaze. He wet
his lips and struggled past his need to explode to shape an answer. “No.”

“Did you know there is a set of nerves there that can bring
a man to orgasm?” Her fingers, those slender, nimble fingers, tapped out a
tattoo on the rock-hard muscle of his upper thigh.

“Do not,” he warned thickly.

“Ah, but that is the joy of being the one with the power. I
can do whatever I want.” Deep, abiding anger burned in her ice-green eyes. “All
you have to do is obey.”

“Do not,” he croaked again, scandalized at the thought she
would actually fuck him in the ass. Surely it was only a threat. She wouldn’t
really, not there. Tease him with the possibility, but not actually carry it
out…

She grasped both of his knees and pushed the stirrups higher
until his knees were drawn back toward his chest. The Punishment Stone,
designed for just such maneuvers, locked automatically into place the moment
she let go. Moving from between his legs, she went to her cloak and removed
something from its pocket.

She was trying to break his will. Even with that knowledge,
he couldn’t help feeling extremely vulnerable with his legs up and his ass
exposed completely to her. He wasn’t a particularly modest man, but Darias
found that with the choice out of his hands, he was exceedingly uncomfortable
with his nakedness.

She walked back between his legs and held up a small bottle
for his inspection before pouring a small amount of oil into her hand. Her hand
encircled his cock and smoothed the oil up and down, from base to tip.

His cock hardened even more from the oil-slick stroking.

She wasn’t going to follow through with the implied threat!
He relaxed even as his sexual tension went up another notch.

She paused and poured some more oil into her palm.

A groan worked itself up from his depths. Krel, a couple
more strokes and he’d come. He’d have the last laugh, after all. Prove he was
the stronger, the more determined.

Her hands, soft and slick, slipped down and massaged his
balls instead, cupping and weighing them, paying particular attention to the
spot right behind his scrotum.

His heart pounded in his chest and stars shot behind his
closed lids.

He was going to win. Whether she wanted him to or not, he
was going to come.

She released him. His eyes shot open an instinctive protest
on his lips.

“Don’t stop.”

A bead of pre-come leaked from the tip of his cock.

She caught it on the tip of her tongue.

It was one of the most erotic sights he’d ever seen. Why had
he not let her suck his cock before? Maybe later, once he’d regained control of
Nexar from Riana, they’d explore some of the things she’d done to him tonight
more fully. Perhaps some things in Nexar should change. Maybe some things
didn’t have to be confined to punishment.

Every muscle in his body was so tight he ached. Again, she
tipped oil into her palm.

“Yesss,” he growled, more than ready to spew his seed.

She let the oil trickle from her palm, down over his balls,
lower, to the tight sphincter between his cheeks.

His breath snarled in his throat. He waited in an agony of
suspense for her to take his cock in her hand again.

Her finger circled that forbidden part of his body. Light,
teasing pressure that woke nerve endings he didn’t know existed.

His cock jerked. Drops of pre-come dripped onto his stomach.

She worked the oil past the tight muscles and into his body.

Darias fought the restraints with all of his strength, acute
embarrassment flooding his senses. It was futile. He was hers to do with as she
pleased.

’Round and ’round, she circled the tight hole, slowly
exerting ever more pressure. Her finger slipped inside to the first knuckle,
and then deeper.

A shaft of pure pleasure took him by surprise as she found a
certain spot and rubbed.

Nestling her face against his inner thigh, she grinned at
him as she worked another finger into the tight passage. “Ah, you like that, I
see. I thought you would.” Her fingers began moving rhythmically in and out. He
closed his eyes as the pleasure grew more intense.

“Look at me.”

She had to repeat it several times before he was able to
obey.

“What do you want?”

“I don’t understand what you mean.” Was that his voice,
thick and hoarse with desire?

“Tell me what you want.” She prodded that bundle of nerves
again. “Do you want me to let you come?”

Her fingers began moving faster. He was so close. “Yes!
Don’t stop. Fuck me, Riana!”

Her fingers slipped out completely. He tightened his
muscles, trying to pull her back inside.

“You only get to come if I allow it. And I am not going to
allow it. Tonight is not about your satisfaction. Tonight you get a taste of
your punishment.”

* * * * *

Night reluctantly began to give way to morning. Pale pink
touched the wisps of clouds floating across the predawn sky. Riana trailed one
finger up his abdomen and between his pecs, not stopping until she touched his
lips.

Even the light caress was almost too much for Darias to
bear.

He turned his face away.

He didn’t escape that easily, however. She tapped his lips
to get his attention then stroked his cheek in slow, soothing motions. Darias
rolled his head back, the very effort causing a small moan to slip out.

Riana leaned over him until her mouth was beside his ear.
Her warm, moist breath heated the inside of his ear as she spoke.

“I am Riana, your Mistress.”

* * * * *

Darias became aware of sunlight and a gentle breeze that
swirled around his nipples and ran the length of his penis. His nipples,
ultrasensitive, puckered painfully. His cock, still erect, quivered as nerve
endings jangled unpleasantly. He slammed his thighs shut.

And groaned at the fierce rush of sensation.

Even if it wasn’t forbidden for a warrior to seek
self-relief, Darias knew he could not have borne even the lightest brush of his
hand against his over-sensitized flesh. A cold shower. Maybe a cold shower
would help. He staggered to his feet.

Each step a study in concentration, Darias slowly made his
way from the alcove into the chamber. All around him was silence. Only then did
he realize how late it was. He glanced about to make sure he was alone. He was.
Thank Quaral he didn’t have to face Riana yet. He’d kill her if she gloated at
his condition.

He might kill her anyway, for shaming him.

The shower didn’t help at all. By the time he reentered the
chamber, Darias was considering lowering himself to ask for an analgesic.
Anything to stop the flood of sensation snaking through his blood.

The door to the chamber opened without warning. Darias
didn’t have time to cover himself. He flushed as Gaith, his former
first-in-command, entered.

“Darias, Riana commands that you attend her immediately in
the Great Hall.”

Gaith kept his gaze locked onto the floor. Oddly enough, his
consideration embarrassed Darias all the more.