by Melos,Alana
Harry left my breasts aching, and trailed kisses down my stomach. He withdrew only to take off my boots, and as he did so, he looked down at me, lust in his eyes. I smiled up at him while playing with my own breasts, pinching then rubbing them while licking my lips. He cast my boots aside and slid his hands up my leather pants until he reached the top. Here I had to help him somewhat, but between the both of us we pulled them off so that I lay there only in my panties. His hands roamed my legs, avoiding the injured spot, feeling how smooth and perfect my skin was. As he spread my legs apart, I adjusted on the futon slightly to make things more comfortable for the both of us.
He lowered himself and planted kisses on my inner thighs. Anticipation built slowly as he kissed and licked his way to my pussy. He moved my panties aside, exposing me. I felt his fingers spread my labia apart, and then his tongue on my clit. As first, he licked slowly, tasting every inch of me, then he lapped faster. When he hit the right spot, I moaned loudly, and there he lingered, slowing down once again, taking his time to lash me with his tongue. I felt the climax building, and writhed, and just when it seemed he was about to make me come, Harry backed off.
“Uh!” I grunted and looked down at him, making a gesture with my hand to come on.
He smiled that half smile, “Don’t want to have the festivities over too soon.”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” I breathed. “Make me come… I want to come on your tongue.”
A growl escaped him, and he slid a finger down my wetness, causing me to shudder. “You will, and on my cock too.”
I sighed as he felt my pussy with his fingers slowly, spreading me apart. As I lay back again to enjoy the sensations, he slid two of his fingers inside of me, and began licking my clit once more. It took him no time to find the spot again, and he lashed my clit mercilessly, driving me higher and higher as he pumped my pussy with his fingers… then he stopped again. “You want to come?”
“Yes,” I half said and half whimpered. I was not used to being thwarted like this. Most of the time I took charge during sex. Since I hurt, it felt good to lay back and let him do the work, but this was just frustrating!
“Beg,” he whispered, his breath hot on my wet pussy.
“I’m not begging,” I said, smiling to myself. “I don’t beg.”
“I’ll make you,” he said, turning his fingers inside me just a little, eliciting a moan from my throat. “Beg for it.”
“Just make me come,” I said while I rubbed my breasts. “Then we can get to the main event.”
“Oh, this is the main event,” he said. He bent down and gave me a long, slow lick using the flat of his tongue. I groaned at the flurry of sensations. “I want to hear you say please, to beg to come.” He licked once more, and I whimpered, “I’ll keep teasing you until you do. Take my pleasure from you and won’t let you come once.”
“Try it,” I said, and moved one of my hands down to finger myself. He caught my hand with his, twisting it slightly. He was much stronger than he looked, I observed again. My other arm was stiff, and I couldn’t move it down comfortably because of my shoulder wound. “Just do it,” I said, wriggling my hand trying to free it.
“Beg,” he insisted, then bent to lavish my pussy with attention once more. Even though my heat had died down during the talk, it took him mere seconds to bring me to the edge again… and withdraw again.
Panting, I writhed, trying to get him closer, to nudge my clit against his chin, his tongue… anything! I was so close. “I’m not… begging,” I breathed.
“You will,” he said, sliding his fingers and and out of me. I tried to jerk my hand free, but he had caught it fast and was prepared for the sudden move. “I want to feel you come around my fingers… but I won’t until you say please.”
I groaned and writhed. When I lay still once more, he nudged my clit with his nose, then slid up so that his lips were over the nub. He suckled so slowly, applying slight pressure which drove me crazy. The tip of his tongue flicked my clit, and I shuddered, so close it almost hurt. “Please,” I said, finally breaking, wanting to come so badly it consumed all my other thoughts. “Please make me come, please, please….” Don’t hold it against me for finally giving into his demand… I’m a creature of lust and desire more than anything else.
“Just had to ask nicely,” he said against me. He took his time about it though, licking slowly and thoroughly, avoiding my hot spots until I was moaning, almost thrashing against the futon. Only when I was well and truly lost in passion did he finally… finally… lash my clit with his tongue, working me up into a frenzy. The orgasm came suddenly on me, and crashing waves of ecstasy slammed into me, over and over. I moaned my pleasure as he kept licking me, keeping me at the height of my climax. Even as it began to subside, and pleasure turned almost to a sweet, sweet pain, he kept licking my clit and pumping my hot tightness with his fingers, causing another orgasm to build again. I came on his tongue once more. Blinding hot pleasure swept through me, causing me to shudder and moan, writhing as he made me come.
When my orgasm finally subsided, he sat up and smirked at me, completely naked. He’d taken the time while I was coming down to strip quickly for the next act. I could all but see the waves of confidence, even arrogance, pouring off of him. I nudged him with my leg and rolled my eyes. He laughed, then leaned over me again, stealing a kiss. “My turn,” he said.
“With pleasure,” I murmured, feeling lazy and satiated. However, if he was that good at licking women then I couldn’t wait to see what he could do with his cock.
“This is not how I want you, but with your shoulder….” His words trailed off, and he glanced around at our surroundings. “Ah, I have it. Come here.” I let him move me around, not quite knowing what he wanted. He had me get off the futon, then grabbed a pillow and tossed it on the floor by it. I smiled, understanding then, and knelt on the floor, using the futon to keep myself upright. I was able to lean on my uninjured side more or less comfortably while he positioned himself behind me.
Harry fondled my breasts, and I soaked in the sensations, not feeling quite ready to come yet, but knowing that I could if he worked his magic. He slid his cock along my wetness, lubricating himself. I shivered at the smooth sensation over my sensitive clit. “Mmmm… I like how hard your cock is,” I whispered. He kept rubbing his cock across my slit, over and over again, and my passion began to build. “You sure you’re going to make me come again?”
“You know it, baby,” he said, running one his hands down my spine. “I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, like I know you like it. You’ll never want anyone else but me after this.”
“Better watch it, handsome,” I laughed. “You’re going to outsell yourself.” I wiggled my ass, and he slapped it.
“No such thing,” he said, pinching my nipple. I shivered, and started to feel really into it again. The banter helped. I love dirty talk. Without warning, he plunged into me. It almost hurt and I gasped as he stuffed me full while I was still tight from coming so hard earlier. The pain mixed sweetly with the pleasure and he backed out of my pussy slowly, only to ram in again.
I bucked back against him, and soon we found a rhythm. He fucked me slow and hard, grabbing my hips to thrust even further inside of me with each stroke. I could hear him moaning, “You’re so tight, baby. Oh god, you’re so tight.” I squeezed him with my pussy, milking his shaft with every movement. “Yes, fuck… yes!” I know how patently ridiculous it sounds aloud, but when you’re in the heat of the moment, nothing was dirtier or sexier than hearing your partner tell you how hot you are, how good you feel.
He slowed down, and I could sense him getting ready to come. I wasn’t ready yet, but I wanted to see if I could get him to climax before I did again. I slid myself along his shaft, swiveling my hips so I could feel every inch of him in every part of me. He growled, and grabbed my hips again, slamming into me furiously, unable to hold back. Harry grunted with every thrust. I opened myself up to him, feeling his passion and lust, an
d how good I felt wrapped around his cock. I couldn’t help but to use my ‘pathy… it was almost second nature and the dual feelings drove me over the edge. Without concentration, I lost his passion, but as I came, I felt his cock twitch as he plunged deep inside of me. “Yes, oh God yes, Caprice!” he moaned as he shot his hot cum into me. We came together, pulsating, burning bright like a star.
Chapter Four
We crashed hard on the futon after we’d gotten done fucking. He’d found a blanket from somewhere, and we lay there half cuddling while we drifted off to sleep. When I woke up a couple hours later, he was sleeping peacefully next to me, and I took the time to study him. His body, though scrawny, had a lot of definition and he kept himself in shape. His dark blonde hair had been kept up nicely, and the clean-shaved look made him appear younger than I knew he was. Any lines of worry he had eased as he was sleeping, and he looked almost… angelic.
As for myself, my headache had eased so it was a dull buzz--a good fuck and a good sleep did that for me. I reached out to him with my telepathy, and saw him dreaming about a dark-haired woman. She was scolding him about something, and the misery, unhappiness, and feeling of being chained in his thoughts were quite apparent. I watched for a moment, thinking I could relate to that feeling. I eased back out, careful not to disturb him, and exited the bed just as carefully. I couldn’t stay around here. If they hadn’t found us by now, they weren’t going to, so it was time for me to be on my way.
I found my clothes by the futon, and put them on. Fully dressed, I went into the kitchen and hunted for those energy bars he’d had earlier, and found them in a box in a cupboard. As I munched quietly (and stuffed a couple in my pockets for later), I glanced around at the neatness of the kitchen. Even though he hadn’t been here for a while, he’d found the time to clean up at some point since I found not one speck of dust anywhere. That, or he was a closet neat freak.
After finishing my meager meal, I left, closing and locking the door behind me in the predawn hours. I felt naked without my sword, so that was my next order of business. It could be anywhere by now… hell, one of those guards could have picked it up and brought it home. I had no way of knowing, but I knew who could find out.
As I left the apartment, I exercised caution. It was the time of day where people were rousing to go to work, so I didn’t want to look too suspicious. I made sure my hair was ruffled and carried my armor with me in a bag I’d found at Harry’s place. A brief look from a stranger might tell them I was doing a walk of shame after a late night of partying. I walked for a while, keeping my head down until I was a few blocks away from his place just in case people from Titan were nearby and looking for metas, then I took to the skies. It wasn’t uncommon in the city to see people flying around. Matter of fact, it was pretty damn common so I didn't worry about being tailed after the initial faux walk of shame from Harry's place. I needed to consult with one of my contacts.
Alistair was a mystic, and an unusual one. I thought him handsome as all hell, but he had peculiar tastes, and didn’t talk much to people. He worked as a consultant for both white and black hats, so I considered him neutral for the most part.
He lived on the other side of the city though, so I stopped by one of my safe houses to shower, dump my armor and mask off, and change. The shower refreshed me, and I changed the bandages while I was at it, taking care to use disinfectant. I dressed in something simple: black jeans, sneakers, a low cut button up shirt, and a black leather jacket. While I was there, I ate a big meal--mostly protein, but I supplemented it with some vegetables--and checked my bank account. The transfer hadn’t gone through yet, but it was still early and Sadowski was probably still resting. I wondered for a moment if Nos was alright. Shrugging it off--he either was or he wasn’t--I went down the elevator and hailed a cab. I didn’t want to strain myself too badly after going batshit berserk yesterday, so I splurged on a cab instead of flying.
I had the cabbie drop me off a few blocks away from where he lived, in a bad side of town. Normal thugs worried me not at all, and while I drew some looks, they all left me alone. I made sure of that with a blanket area ‘I’m not really here’ telepathic suggestion now that I’d gotten some real food in me and had a bit more energy to use. Alistair’s house was one of those old brownstones which had been there forever. It appeared more run down than it actually was. A stab of coldness passed through me as I crossed into the yard. I knew he had some mojo or something going on to protect himself, but I could never figure out what it was exactly. Magic was not my thing.
Knocking on the door, I checked to make sure I had both cash and a couple of other peculiar items with me, stuff I wouldn’t normally carry. Those were just in case he was being a bitch and wouldn’t accept cash payment. The door opened, and I smiled at Alistair. He was about my height, maybe an inch taller, with devilishly handsome good looks and a wicked smile. His ebony hair was wet, so he was probably just out of the shower. “Caprice,” he said, his voice a pleasant alto. “How nice to see you! Business or pleasure?”
He looked way too eager at the thought of pleasure. I burst his bubble, “Business. Can I come in?”
“Of course, of course,” he said, sweeping aside and opening the door wide so I could enter.
As I entered his house, he closed the door behind me. The main living room area was where he received all of his clients and guests. He kept things fairly neat, which was nice. His furniture matched the house, old and stuffy, but they were pretty comfortable. I choose a chair and sat down. “I need you to find something for me.”
He sat down in a chair opposite me, but close by, close enough to touch. “A finding spell? Pretty simple if you have a link to it.”
“It’s my sword,” I admitted, grinding my teeth a little. “I lost it doing a job last night.”
That got his attention. “I see… a personal object should be a snap.”
“How much?”
He smiled at me and his head canted slightly to the side, and I inwardly groaned knowing what that particular smile meant. “I don’t really need cash right now,” he said. “I’m doing pretty well. Business is picking up.”
“Because I keep sending you clients,” I said, letting my irritation show. “You wouldn’t be half as successful if it wasn’t for me.” I shifted in my seat and stared at him, unblinkingly. I never tried using my ‘pathy to judge his moods; he kept his mind warded from such things. I would never try to take him out or intimidate him here in his home where he had all sorts of nasty things prepared for unwanted visitors. Still, I knew what he wanted. I just didn’t want to give it to him.
“That’s true, but…” he said, dropping his hand to my knee, “...I get lonely.” It always came down to sex. I loved sex, but I didn’t appreciate being manipulated for it. Right now, I didn’t have the energy to go through and search for my sword, so I played along with his game.
I reached into my jacket and brought out a small riding crop, smacking his hand on my knee with it. “Don’t you touch me without permission, worm,” I said, letting authority creep into my voice as I sat straighter. He leaned back, trying to look contrite, but I knew this was what he wanted. “You’re going to give me what I want, scum,” I said harshly, tapping the crop against my open palm.
“What if I don’t?” he asked, practically squirming in his seat.
“Then I’ll have to punish you and you’ll give me what I want anyway,” I replied. I pointed to the ground with the crop, “Kneel, dog.” Alistair got on the ground, creasing his trousers as he looked up at me adoringly. Well, I was pretty sure that’s what ‘adoringly’ looked like. It was so hard to tell without the ‘pathy. I put the tip of the crop on his shoulder. “You’re going to defy me?”
“Yes,” he whispered, eyes eager.
I slapped his face with the riding crop. His head rocked back as the leather smacked him, but he looked forward and up again immediately, red mark on his cheek where I’d struck him. “Strip, dog,” I commanded, leaning back in my chair t
o watch him. A person might think since Alistair had to study a lot, he would be out of shape. Although he wasn’t a cut as Michael, or scrawny fit like Harry, he had a nice body. As he took off his shirt, I saw his pecs were still well defined, covered with a light coat of body hair… nothing too off-putting, just enough to grip onto should I desire it. He stood up to remove his trousers and boxers, and already he was hard. The mage knelt quickly down again and gazed up at me, his eyes bright. “What makes you think you’re worthy of my attention?”
“I’m not, Mistress,” he whispered.
“But you want me to punish you,” I observed, yawning slightly as if bored. Truth be told, even though I was sore, I was starting to get into this. I did so love dominating men. They deserved to be at my feet, serving me, and this game… while it got old since he extorted it from me… was fun to play. “I know you want it, you dirty mage. You want what only I can give you. How are you going to prove yourself to me, slave?”
“I’ll do what you want and find your sword,” he whispered.
“For free,” I added quickly. At that, he balked a little, so I hit him again, on the chest this time to remind him who was in charge. The head of the crop gave a satisfying smack when it landed on his skin, and left another nice red spot on his perfect pale skin. When he nodded, I smiled. “You have pleased your Mistress,” I said. “You may stand now, and assume the position.”
He knew exactly what I meant, and he practically leapt to his feet. At the fireplace, he put his hands on the mantle and stood, back to me and feet a couple of feet apart. His rear end was smooth and perfect, and I took a moment to admire his naked form before standing up and moving to him. I put the riding crop on one of his cheeks and drew it slowly across his ass, watching him shiver as the anticipation built. “How many do you think you deserve?” I said, rubbing his butt with the crop head. “Careful with your answer, dog.”