Ulla sighed, and Bonnie waited breathlessly until the baby settled back down to sleep. Lynx then took advantage of the momentary pause in the assault on his groin to roll Bonnie over and bury his face between her legs in a move quick enough to have been practiced.
However, she didn't complain, since he had the courtesy to leave his penis within range of her tongue. His own tongue was quite talented, but then he got his hands into the act, making her revise her opinion of which might be better.
If Bonnie had thought it would seem mechanical before they started, she'd have been wrong because Lynx touched her like a lover, not like a slave who was simply doing as he was told. Even if she had been giving directions, she couldn't have told him to do what he was currently doing, because she'd never even thought of it before. With any other man, if they'd ever used anything but their penis on her, it had been their fingers, but Lynx used his thumb, a technique that quickly took her to the combustion point. Then, with a thumb in her pussy and his tongue on her clitoris, he got another finger wet and went after her ass.
Lynx knew a little something about female anatomy, and he soon found her sweet spot, circling it tantaliz-ingly before homing in with a deep, mind-numbing massage. Unable to concentrate on anything else, Bonnie let go and lay with his cock resting against her cheek. Even flaccid, his equipment was a handful—or a mouthful, depending on what she happened to be doing with it—and having it on her face was quite an erotic treat. Bonnie was trying hard not to scream or moan too loud—this was most definitely not the time to wake the baby!—and just about had to bite her tongue in order to keep quiet.
It was incredible, but as if that weren't enough, that finger he'd been using to tease her ass soon found her best spot from the other side. Bonnie's mouth fell open, and her eyes widened in disbelief; she'd never known anything could feel so exquisite. She had a few brief, thrilling moments to realize what was about to happen before she careened into orgasm. She thought that was it, but soon discovered that she couldn't breathe, couldn't move—couldn't do anything—without setting off another wave of ecstasy. Her body was tied in knots as her mind reeled in amazement.
Granted, she hadn't had actual intercourse with him, but she knew that if those slave women had ratted on Lynx when he could still do what he'd just done to her, then what she hadn 't gotten from him had to have been mind-blowing in the extreme. She now felt some slight empathy for those women—knowing that the disappointment they had faced when he could no longer function must have been severe. But she would never have complained herself.
Her body wasn't able to move just yet, but her mind was running wild. Jack said she suspected that Zetith had been destroyed because of what their males could do. She'd thought that Lynx disproved her theory, but Bonnie had a strong feeling that Jack had been right all along. Lynx must have been every bit as sensuous as Cat or any of the others at one time—in fact, it seemed to be coming back to him fairly quickly—so Bonnie could only assume that most Zetithian males were like that. She tried to imagine what it would be like with one who was fully functional and decided that if what Lynx had done to her were increased only by half, it was a wonder that Jack and Tisana were still able to walk.
Jack had also said that they could secrete a fluid which triggered orgasms—undoubtedly a chemical effect—and the obvious source of such a fluid had to be the penis. Bonnie made a mental note to suck harder on Lynx's the next time to see if she could suck some of it out of him—or perhaps stimulate its production.
It was a crying shame Lynx's dick didn't work, because if it had, Bonnie would have pulled that sterility implant out of him in a heartbeat, even if she had to tie him down to do it. Upon further reflection, she decided she might do it anyway, because she didn't need two obstacles standing in the way of having his children, which was something she was now determined to do.
Lynx let go of Bonnie, but very reluctantly. What she'd been doing to him had nearly cost him his sanity. Her tongue on his sensitive skin had nearly been his undoing. Her hot breath was a stimulant, her touch intoxicating. Even the memory of it sent his mind into a spin. She'd been so anxious to please him, too, even asking what he liked. If anyone had ever done that before, he couldn't remember, and if a woman had ever licked him, it was to achieve her own orgasm by tasting him, not to give him pleasure. His only thought was to repay her in kind, and he'd pounced on her, using as many techniques as he could remember. Lynx was certain that more would come back to him in time, and he had every intention of using every last one of them.
Chapter 15
Bonnie awoke the next morning to the sound of Lynx purring, Ulla crying, and her comlink beeping like crazy. Reluctantly, she left Lynx in bed, pulled on a robe, picked up Ulla, and answered the hail from Drummond.
"What's up?" she asked, slipping Ulla up to her breast to quiet her cries.
"Just checking to see if you all were still there," he said. "Nasty fire we had last night, wasn't it?"
"Almost lost the farm," Bonnie said, nodding in agreement. "But we made it through. Lynx flooded the field, and the fire went around us, but it was a little scary there for a while!"
Drummond grinned. "And did you thank him properly?"
Bonnie knew exactly what Drummond meant, but decided to tease him a little. Cocking her head at him curiously, she said, "Mind explaining that?"
Drummond smiled knowingly. "Not in front of the baby," he replied. "But I think you know what I mean, Bon-bon!"
He waited for her to take the bait and was slightly disappointed, because for once, she failed to rag on him about his use of her nickname. Something was definitely up
"Vladen still around?" Bonnie asked casually.
"No, but he's headed back this way," Drummond reported. "Some injuries from the fire needing his expert touch, I guess. Not too many, though. What do you need him for?" Peering at his viewscreen, he added, "Thought you said you were okay."
"Oh, I am," Bonnie replied. "I'vejust got a few questions for him. I'll give him a call after awhile."
"Well, I guess I'll see you around then," he said, still not sure quite what to make of her odd attitude. "Take care."
"I will," she promised. "You do the same." Terminating the link, she leaned back in her chair. Ulla sighed deeply as she drank her breakfast. "Yeah, me, too, kid," Bonnie murmured. "What a night!"
Bonnie could hear Lynx stirring in the bedroom, and for a moment, was almost afraid to hear what he would have to say the morning after. He wouldn't have been the first man to wake up with a totally different attitude than the one he'd gone to bed with, and Bonnie could just imagine him fully dressed, with eyes averted as he hightailed it back to the shed.
It was possible that he might be having similar fears, so when she heard his footstep in the doorway, she looked up with what she hoped was a welcoming smile—a smile that widened when she caught that first glimpse of him.
Yawning as he ran a hand through his tousled locks, Lynx hadn't even bothered to put on his clothes—any of them. As he entered, his sheepish smile melted the tightness around Bonnie's heart. No, he hadn't changed his mind, and when he came closer, he leaned down to kiss her and then Ulla.
"She slept through it all, did she not?" he inquired as he stroked her soft cheek with his knuckle.
"Yeah, must be nice," Bonnie said, realizing that while her heart might be feeling more relaxed, the rest of her certainly wasn't. "Lynx... I didn't... imagine... any of that, did I?"
Lynx shook his head. "No, you did not."
"No regrets?"
"No."
Bonnie felt like laughing and crying at the same time. "Me either," she said, switching Ulla to the other side. "I was afraid you might decide you didn't want..." Her voice trailed off. Not trusting herself to look at him, she stared down at her baby.
"To be loved anymore?" he ventured. "Yesterday, I realized that I do want your love, Bonnie, and I want it more than I have ever wanted anything—more than solitude, more tha
n money, more, even, than my freedom. Those things mean nothing to me now."
Lynx came closer, and she leaned into him, her head resting on his thigh. She couldn't say anything— couldn't even think of anything to say—all she could do was nod. Blinking back her tears, it occurred to her that she could be happy now. She didn't have to cry over every little thing. He hadn't said he loved her, but his acceptance of her love was quite enough to satisfy her. When it came to technique, she knew he was unsurpassed, but perhaps he didn't know how to love in the emotional sense. He would learn. She would teach him—by example, if nothing else. She would make him feel more loved than any man ever had; wide open, no-holds-barred, unconditional love.
Turning her head and slipping an arm around his legs, she kissed him in the hollow of his flank and was rewarded with a soft purr. Lynx sank to his knees beside her chair and took Bonnie's face in his hands, kissing her gently, sweetly, before nipping at her earlobe with his fangs.
"My beautiful Bonnie," he murmured. "What would you like to do today?"
Bonnie's practical nature surfaced briefly. "You mean after we feed all the animals and clean up the mess from the fire?"
"Mmmm, do you know that at one time, such activities would have been enjoyment for me? I would prefer to work hard, rather than have to spend my time pleasing a woman."
"And now?"
"Now I want nothing more than to spend all my time tantalizing you and filling you with joy."
A soft laugh escaped Bonnie's lips before he captured them again with his own, melting her with his heat, fusing them together. She'd never known a man could say such things and have her believe him. It was amazing.
Lynx took Ulla from her and then grasped Bonnie's hand, pulling her to her feet. "Come back to bed," he said. "As of today, I am your slave, and I will see to your every need."
Bonnie gaped at him in frank disbelief. "Aw, not every day, surely?" she scoffed when she finally found her tongue. "I mean, I have to do something!"
"Not today," he said, shaking his head. "You have given me much, and today is the day I thank you."
So, I'll only get one day? It might not have seemed like much, but it was still more than most people got— and certainly more than Bonnie had ever had. "And tomorrow everything goes back to normal?"
He smiled seductively, his lips curling to reveal his gleaming fangs. "I do not believe so, but you may judge that for yourself."
If he did nothing more than smile at her in that particular fashion, Bonnie knew it would be a welcome change.
Lynx took her to bed and after changing Ulla's diaper and putting her down in her crib, placed pillows around Bonnie in a most strategic manner. She didn't think she'd ever felt quite so comfortable before. He was an artist. Then, kissing her soundly, he disappeared for a while, returning with a breakfast of hot, cooked grain mixed with fruit and crisp toast dripping with butter and honey. "So, you can cook," she murmured when he handed her a plate.
"Not as well as you, perhaps," he said. "But I will learn."
He fed her, letting Bonnie taste him along with the food. It was hot and good and made her sleepy. Lynx was still naked, a state which stirred her desire for him. He'd combed his hair—even his pubic hair looked fluffy—and she wanted to feel it tickling her face. His kisses were hot, wet, and delicious and promised other delights yet to come.
"I will feed the animals now," he said. "But before I go, is there anything else you require?"
Staring at his beautiful cock, she said impulsively, "I'd like some of... you... with honey."
His breath went out with a loud purr. "As you wish." Kneeling beside her on the bed, he took the honey dipper, letting the golden syrup run down his penis.
"All of you," she said, eyeing his balls hungrily.
His dick truly must have been beyond repair, because Bonnie couldn't imagine any man alive who wouldn't get an erection at the thought of having honey licked and sucked from his genitals. However, his penis never moved, but his exotic brow flicked up as he gathered up his nuts to douse them with the sweetness.
"Now, feed them to me," she said hoarsely.
Lynx filled her mouth with his hot, sweet meat, and while he might have been playing naked slave boy for her, he obviously hadn't forgotten what he'd enjoyed so much the night before. "Suck me," he groaned, taking her head in his hands. His breath went in through his teeth with a hiss. "That feels so good..." Their eyes met, and Bonnie knew she had never been faced with such an expression of raw, naked lust before. Something told her the enocks were going to have to wait just a bit...
Bonnie let go of his dick and sucked in a testicle. In response, Lynx drew in a ragged, purring breath and arched his back, offering himself to her completely. His words were rapid and unintelligible, leaving Bonnie to imagine what sort of wild, erotic things he might be saying. Dipping a finger in the honey on his scrotum, she prodded him from behind, and Lynx went wild trying to let her in and still keep his balls shoved up against her face. Finally, Bonnie gave up any pretense of letting him give her pleasure and pushed him onto his back, devouring him while her finger delved deeply into his body. Quickly locating his most sensitive spot, she went after it; softly at first and then, upon hearing his gasps of pleasure, with a vengeance. Bonnie was hot and dripping with moisture as she massaged him, sucked him, and fondled him, but didn't stop until she got what she wanted. She waited to see the hot semen burst from his body, but none came as Lynx climaxed with a roar.
Bonnie had never seen a man come so hard, nor had she ever seen an orgasm that lasted so long. Dripping with sweat and panting hard by the time it was done, his expression of wonderment was quickly replaced with one of fierce determination. Pulling her up over his body, he gasped, "Sit."
He didn't have to ask her twice. As she lowered her scorching pussy onto his waiting mouth, he thrust his tongue inside her. Gripping her hips, he pumped her up and down on him, driving Bonnie absolutely wild before pulling out his tongue and sucking in her clitoris. Screaming as he pulled on her, she let him tease her to the breaking point with the hot suction of his lips and the rough surface of his tongue.
"Lynx!" she gasped. "I can't—" And then it happened; a great, crashing orgasm that shook her like an earthquake and sent her keeling over onto the bed. Lynx let out a satisfied purr and continued on; licking her lazily as though there was nothing in the world he would rather do, seeming to enjoy making her body pulse and hearing her moan.
And he did enjoy it. Lynx's mind drifted back, remembering what it had been like so many years ago when he'd thrust his hard, young cock into every woman he could reach. He'd liked watching them spread their legs for him, begging him to fuck them, their nipples taut with anticipation. The smell of hot woman had surrounded him all the time back then, and his erections were nearly constant. He'd finish with one and move on to the next. Some of the women couldn't wait and would caress themselves, or each other. He liked watching that while he was slamming his cock into their beautiful, eager bodies. They drove him wild, and he could hardly stop long enough to sleep. But he'd been young then, and didn't care... The women he'd known on Zetith were never like that. They hardly ever wanted anyone at all, and when they did, it had never been him. He reminded himself that he'd been very young, but he knew of others his own age who were already sexually active. Until he'd been thrust among the slave women, he'd never inhaled the scent of a woman who actually desired him. They might not have loved him, but they certainly wanted him, and he'd been more than willing to comply.
But Bonnie was different. True, she was human, which accounted for part of the contrast, but her scent had undergone a subtle change during the time he'd known her. He'd been told as a boy that there was a difference, that the scent of lust was sharper, less pleasing than the aroma of love, but he hadn't understood then. The scent of the slave women had gone straight to his cock, filling him with a lust he'd never dreamed he was capable of feeling. But Bonnie smelled of love—a softer, gen
tler fragrance—and he thought perhaps that was what had changed him. He didn't know for certain; he only wished he hadn't wasted all of his ability on women who felt nothing for him. Now he had a woman who loved him, and he couldn't do the things he longed to do with her. She'd seemed pleased by what he had done, but he knew that the difference between what he wanted to do and what he was capable of doing was vast, indeed.
And then, there was what she'd done to him. He'd never known that a man could climax without his cock being touched. It was just as good, just as cleansing a feeling as it had ever been. She'd done things he'd never imagined, and he'd never known a woman could be so giving. She was different, he reminded himself, so very, very different...
Lynx knew he should get up to do the chores, but lying beside Bonnie, relaxed and at peace, left him feeling better than he'd felt for a very long time. Being able to lie there, his arm thrown over Bonnie's warm, languid body, was a luxury he'd always been denied, and he relished every moment of it.
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