by Stormie Kent
She looked around for a way to distract him and escape.
“You’re caught,” he rasped in her ear.
She shivered. “But not pinned.”
He jerked her off the sofa and toward one of the rooms. He transferred her right wrist to the hand which held her left. He opened the door and maneuvered her through. The bedroom was huge, but there wasn’t much more than a bed and dresser.
She tried to catch her breath. He stopped, looked around and ran a hand through his hair. When he turned back to her, she arched her eyebrow as if to say, “What now?”
He pulled her toward the window, reached up and tore down the ornamental gold rope and tassel which hung down the side.
“What do you think you’re going to do with that?” she stammered.
He smiled. It wasn’t exactly a nice smile either. She began to think she’d pushed him too far. He’d been so calm and matter-of-fact before. Now something she couldn’t quite name filled his eyes. She bucked and he shook her slightly, rattling her teeth.
“Be still. You’re going to cause me to hurt you. Never have I been so challenged by a woman. One small woman who thinks she can best an Ordanian warrior with ten times her strength.”
She wouldn’t say he was ten times stronger. Maybe five times. He dragged her to the bed and lifted her. She struggled and he practically threw her on the mattress while still retaining control of her wrists. He climbed up and straddled her waist. She groaned as his erection rested against her stomach. Her hips undulated involuntarily.
He leaned over her. His stomach muscles bunched and rolled above her. She opened her mouth, barely stopping her tongue from peeking out and tasting him. She looked up instead. He wrapped the rope around her wrists, apparently finding it easy to manipulate the thick cord. He fastened the other end around the top horizontal solid bar of the headboard.
He ran his hands softly over her inner arms. She shivered. She tensed as he grabbed her face a little more roughly. She looked into his eyes. Anticipation wound tightly within her. What would he do next?
“You have two dresses in my bag, correct?” he asked close to her mouth.
She hesitated. He squeezed her face a little tighter.
“Yes.” She stared him in the eye.
“Good.” He let her go. He moved down so that he sat between her legs, which had opened despite her desire not to appear too eager. His cock rested against the juncture of her legs. She could feel its mass through the layers of her skirt and leggings.
He sat back, grabbed her bodice and ripped it straight down the middle. She gasped. Shock held her still for a moment. Then her pussy gushed. This was just wrong. The man had tied her to a bed and literally ripped her top off and she was creaming her panties. Her head fell back and she tugged on the ties around her wrists. She was secured tightly.
Her attention snapped back to Rhine as she felt two large hands cup her breasts. They teased, squeezed and rolled her tits and she enjoyed every minute of it.
“Found some new toys.” She panted and suppressed a groan.
“Mine,” he said. He stared at her breasts hungrily. He slid down her body.
“I don’t know about—” She gasped as he sucked her right nipple into his mouth. Her eyes rolled up into her head for a moment.
“Okay, you can borrow them for a while.” If he kept up the delicious suction, she’d be begging him to try it a little lower in no time.
The thought startled her. She wasn’t a virgin, but she’d learned early not to get involved with the men she worked with. Other soldiers and former soldiers didn’t always make great boyfriends. You always ran the risk of being the standin for a girl back home or the rebound from a Dear John note. She’d spent her childhood as second best. She wouldn’t let anyone intentionally treat her that way.
Since the only men she’d met since the invasion were men who helped her secure the camp, it had been a long time since she’d found herself with more than her fingers between her legs. She’d never begged for anything and certainly not to be fucked. Oh but she was thinking about it now.
A firm tug on her nipple brought her attention firmly back to the giant worshipping her breasts. With every squeeze of his hand and tug of his mouth, her hips arched. Her pussy contracted over and over as if it hungered for something to hold onto. She had to settle for pressing her clit against his cock. Even through all her layers of clothes, it felt wonderful.
She groaned and dropped her head back on the pillow. She stared at the ceiling and tugged a little harder on the ropes restraining her wrists. They rubbed a little and the pain caused an icy shiver to slither up her spine. Rhine chose that moment to scrape his teeth across her areola.
Her body quaked. She hissed and ground her pussy against him. She pressed her lips together so she wouldn’t yell at him to hurry.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to feed that hungry cunt of yours,” he rasped.
The scratch in his voice traveled straight to her pussy. The damn thing tingled and clenched. If she opened her legs any wider, she would be doing a split. Why wouldn’t he just fuck her? Surely she was wet enough. He rolled his hips and she was reminded how large he was. Maybe she wasn’t wet enough after all.
He shifted and she could no longer feel him pressed against her. She looked down at him in time to watch him tear the dress under her arms and then pull the entire thing down her legs. Her shoes came off with the action and he flung all the items to the floor. She was left with just her blue leggings and panties. She hadn’t done a damn thing, but she was panting.
She stared into his eyes and he watched her. He looked slightly feral. Since he had taken her from the casino, she’d been baiting him and he’d been calm. Even when they fought, his reactions had been controlled. There wasn’t anything controlled in his expression now. The look he was giving her was pure fire. Hell, even her toes curled in anticipation.
“Let’s see what we have under here,” he whispered.
He pushed her legs closer together and then pressed his hands flat against her belly. The muscles in her abdomen contracted. He slid his hands down her torso until his fingers caught on the waistband of the leggings. He pulled them down. Slowly. His eyes followed the slide of the material down her hips. As they slid past the crotch of her panties he paused, leaned forward and kissed and licked the wetness pooled there. She whimpered and shivered again. He licked his lips and continued to pull the pants down and off her body.
He rubbed his thumb several times over the soaked material of her panties before pulling them off as well. He wrapped his hands around each of her knees and pushed them up and out so that she felt the puffed lips of her pussy fall open. Cool air teased her and she watched him devour the sight with eyes that blazed and a clenched jaw. He lay on his belly and held his torso up with his elbows. His hands slid up to the apex of her thighs and his thumbs held the outer lips of her pussy open even farther. His eyes were glued to the spot and her eyes were glued to his face.
“How beautiful. You’re a pretty brown on the outside.” His thumbs slid along the fleshy folds, then slid toward her core and pressed against the opening of her pussy. “And a vibrant pink on the inside.”
She was panting. She could hear it in the quiet of the room. Her belly and thighs tingled and she waited for his next move. Would he taste her first or move up and slide his cock into her.
“You’re so wet and you smell—” He paused, and his nostrils flared. “Divine.”
He was just screwing with her now. She was all out of patience. “Dammit, do something.”
His grin told her everything she needed to know. He’d made her wait on purpose. She didn’t care. She lifted her hips and he chuckled. The sound was guttural and ended on a groan.
“So impatient,” he said.
Just wait until it was his turn.
She held her breath as his mouth moved closer to her. He delivered a long lick, which began at her perineum and ended with him circling her clit over and over.
“Hell.” She couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling up and her lids from closing.
The texture and technique of his tongue was just right. He abandoned her clit and began an erotic kiss of her most intimate flesh. She wished she could grab his head and hold him tightly to her core. Forever.
She’d never been particularly vocal during sex, but she could hear herself saying some pretty raunchy things. She ground her pussy into his mouth and clamped her lips together. She couldn’t stop her moans, though. Goodness, the man knew what he was doing. He was a pussy whisperer.
Her thighs and arms began quivering first. Her entire body felt flushed. Pleasure radiated out from her core. Her body felt scorched. His mouth laid siege to her entire being. Then he slid his finger inside her. She climaxed. She imploded from her core outward. She couldn’t hold her mouth closed any longer and screamed.
Her body continued to twitch as she calmed. She glanced at him through eyelids that felt heavy.
“My turn,” she rasped.
“Next time.” He crawled up her body until he loomed over her.
She would have argued, but the head of his cock pressed against the opening of her pussy. He pushed firmly and the mushroom-shaped head stretched her deliciously. The pressure was almost painful for a moment and she winced. He stopped.
She stared into his face. His eyes were closed and a vein throbbed in his forehead. She relaxed and he moved forward again.
“You’re very big. Almost too big.” She squirmed.
He stopped again. “Just relax, Niki. Your pussy is incredibly tight…and wet.” He opened his eyes and looked into her eyes. “You should adjust in a moment.” His voice lowered. “If I live that long.”
The slight ache subsided to tightness and she lifted her feet and pressed them onto his ass. She wanted him to move. Now.
He jerked and surged forward. He filled her to the limit and slightly beyond. She needed a moment, but the look in his eyes didn’t promise slow and easy. He pulled almost all the way out as the walls of her pussy attempted to snatch him back. He plunged back inside her. Her breath caught. Pain flooded her pussy, but so did pleasure. He showed her no mercy and she didn’t ask for any. She wrapped her legs more firmly around his waist and held on.
He slid a hand under her head, lifted her face to his and kissed her. There wasn’t anything sweet about it. He fucked her mouth just as he fucked her pussy. She reveled in every thrust of his cock and tongue. Hot damn, he worked her over. He never let up.
Her entire body clenched and she wanted to gasp, but his mouth never left hers. She was overwhelmed completely. Delicious tendrils of bliss combined with the dull ache of his aggressive pounding. She wanted it. She wanted every moment. Her wrists stung as she pulled harder on the ropes. The burn added to her pleasure.
Then he twisted or swiveled. Something. Suddenly he was hitting her just right. Her thighs quivered and her blood hummed. She couldn’t think and her hearing dimmed. Every molecule in her body focused on where their bodies joined and their skin touched. He wouldn’t let her shake her head to clear it and then it was too late.
She shattered again. He rode her through it. He never let up and she never came down.
Suddenly he pressed fully against her pussy and groaned into her mouth. She could feel his release deep inside her. She panted, finally able to let her body wind down. He lay braced above her on his forearms as her body twitched here and there. She felt wetness slide into the shell of her ear. Tears leaked from her eyes and she had no way to wipe them away.
He shifted and she winced. The delicate flesh of her pussy felt swollen and bruised.
“Damn. I didn’t mean to take you so roughly.” He wiped the tears from her eyes. “I apologize.”
“Don’t. You didn’t really hurt me. It’s just you’re a bit bigger than I’m used to. I adjusted.” She didn’t want him to feel guilty when she’d just had two stellar orgasms. Each better than any she’d ever felt before. She wouldn’t share that information with him, though.
He stared into her eyes as if looking for truth in them. She maintained eye contact and attempted to appear unfazed. Finally, he leaned forward and kissed her neck. She knew she had to be sweaty and wondered how he could stand to do it. His hands released her and he slowly pulled from her body. She tried to bite back each wince, but knew she’d failed as his mouth tightened into a grimace. He moved from the bed and she heard a side door open and water run.
She was too tired to even close her legs. She needed a few moments.
He returned with a cloth and wiped the folds of her pussy. She tried to close her legs, but he grabbed one ankle and held her leg in the air.
“Be still,” he said.
The gentle tone of his voice lent his words a silent please, so she chose not to take offense. And she was tired.
“I don’t like to be handled,” she said softly.
His thumb rubbed her ankle and she felt her pussy gush. She knew he had to see it, since his eyes were focused between her legs. She sighed.
“You shouldn’t tell lies,” he said quietly.
He looked at her face, then turned away from the bed with the cloth. She’d completely missed the extra door when he’d dragged her into the room. He stood at a black sink in what looked to be a small bathroom.
“Were you planning on releasing me any time soon?” She held her arms still. Her wrists were a little raw.
The water shut off and he moved to the bathroom doorway. “I don’t know. When you’re loose, you tend to attack me. You scream, moan and have orgasms tied up.”
Her face felt hot and she prayed to whatever higher power was out there that her skin was dark enough that her blush didn’t show.
“I like that shade of red on you,” he said.
She blew out and allowed herself to pout for a moment. Luck just wasn’t running her way this year. When had it ever?
She pressed her feet flat against the bed and pushed herself up. When she had enough give on the rope around her wrists, she wrapped her hands around it and pulled up to a sitting position. She was aware of him watching her as she tried to unbind herself. She realized right away how impossible it would be.
She caught movement out of the corner of her eyes and moved her legs before he sat on them. She scowled at him, but he only reached over and patted her thigh.
“Let’s negotiate,” he said. His iron-clad control was back.
She admitted to herself she was slightly miffed he could gaze at her naked with a composed look on his face while she had to breathe deeply to keep her heart rate under control.
“Untie me and I won’t stomp your balls the first chance I get.” She didn’t mean to say that. It just came out. She glared at him to cover her confusion.
“We will begin there. I’m tired of having to protect my scrotum every time you get upset. Which seems to be every minute, I might add. My balls have never received so many threats, and never from a woman. I untie you and you stop fighting me and do what I tell you.”
He was right. It really was dangerous for her not to go along with the team. They were essentially undercover on a mission and it was over the top for her to continue to be difficult.
“Screw you,” she said. She pulled her knee back and kicked out at him.
She was shocked with herself, but kept her features even. He caught her foot and stood. He let her foot go and walked to the other side of the bed. He picked up the edge of the blanket and tossed it over her. It covered her from breasts to toes. It shocked her and she stilled. He walked out of the room through the door leading to the main room.
What was wrong with her? She didn’t have any idea why she kept pushing him. She didn’t have a reason to fight him now. The dirty deed was done.
The door’s opening startled her. She looked up to see the woman, Bronwyn. She walked in and a clothed Rhine walked in behind her and closed the door. Bronwyn glanced at the torn clothing on the floor and Niki’s bound wrists and sighed. The young woman crossed
to the bed and sat at the bottom. Rhine leaned back against the closed door.
“My cousin cannot fight you off and remain alert in this place. He needs to focus. We all need to focus,” the younger woman said. She looked down and adjusted the pleats in her dress. “I have come to ask you for my life. I want to go home. I know you want to see your family again.”
Bronwyn paused to look around and Niki was reminded of the possible hidden cameras and mics. Cameras that would have caught…everything done in the room. Niki felt herself blush again for maybe the second time in her adult life.
Bronwyn leaned toward her and lowered her voice. “I want to return to my planet and my brothers. I want to live. I honor the sacrifice you’ve made for me.” Her eyes traveled back up to the rope and back down across Niki’s body covered with the blanket.
Niki almost didn’t hear her next words, they were so soft. “I want my first lover to be my choice, not…”
Niki breathed deeply and stared into the other woman’s blue eyes before speaking. “I am unhurt and I understand,” she whispered.
The girl didn’t look as if she could eat nails just then. She just looked young and scared. Bronwyn nodded and stood. She left the room without looking at Rhine as he held the door for her.
Rhine looked back at the woman on the bed. She seemed more subdued than at any moment since he’d carried her from the casino. While her constant sparring with him was in some ways exhilarating, it also was risky. He needed her cooperation and the only person he’d seen get through to her was Bronwyn.
He walked toward her cautiously. She was more skittish than a wild hastut protecting her foal. He pulled his knife from one of the hidden pockets in his pants, unfolded it and cut the rope that bound her wrists. He caught her arms before she could lower them.