by Nia K. Foxx
“Dal’las?” he questioned when she pressed her cheek against his chest in a languid caress.
Her behavior now was so different from their last joining. While she’d been a willing participant he’d had to coax her into compliance. At least a little. But now, she was the seductress and his desire for her was so strong it only needed the slightest encouragement to have him complying with her wishes.
“Touch me,” she begged.
“If this is a game you are playing at I recommend you change your course of action or be willing to accept the consequences.”
“Playing sounds like a lot of fun. Maybe you can teach me some new things. Why don’t we start with a kiss, I really like the way you do it,” she said throatily.
Entranced, Remar complied by dropping his arms and gathering her up closer. He dipped his head towards hers hesitating briefly, and she opened to him eagerly allowing his tongue to dive and swirl in her mouth with carnal deprivation. Her eager response had his shaft stiffening in needy arousal. He sucked her bottom lip briefly before reverting back to their torturous play.
“More,” she mumbled against his mouth allowing her hands to roam up and around his neck.
“Patience, there will be plenty more.” He said while scooping Dallas into the cradle of his arms. He was intent on having her in his bedja this time.
Remar faltered when she began nibbling on a sensitive section of his neck. “Stop that unless you wish to have this over with quickly,” he growled as he lay her on the bedding.
Obviously ignoring his warning she pulled him down with her. He heard the sound of tearing fabric as he nestled between her thighs.
Neither cared.
He wanted them to take their time and savor every moment but with Dallas twirling and thrusting her hips beneath him he knew she wasn’t in for a drawn out encounter.
She ground her mons against his cock again making him hard enough to slice through the fabric of his pants.
Remar raised himself on an elbow lifting his weight from her smaller frame. He stroked her hair trying to regain his own composure. “Take it slow.”
“Tired of waiting. I ache. Remar please.” She pulled frantically at the ties that held her top together surprising him with her ability to discard the item. Her eagerness astounded him but it was the beauty of her settling back on the bed with breasts bared that took his breath away.
They were perfection, full, lush. Unable to hold back any longer he ducked his head to take one dark aureole in his mouth suckling, laving until she arched beneath him, her own breath coming in ragged gasps. Encouraged by her response, he slid one hand down her body. Unable to find the clasp holding the material together he reached for the tear in the slit of her skirt and jerked the delicate material until it split in two. It had looked lovely on her but he preferred to have her completely exposed to him.
She made a sound of pleasure and guided his hand toward the heat of her nether region. He took the hint and allowed his fingers to seek out the hot warmth at the juncture of her thighs, delving between her intimate lips and stroking her gently. He was not surprised to find evidence of her wet readiness.
“No,” she mewled when he pulled away to make quick work of discarding his own clothes. He too hated the momentary separation.
“Dal’las, look at me,” he commanded settling on his side next to her. She squirmed closer scratching her nails gently up and down his chest then circling one hardened nipple. He shuddered wondering how she knew just where to touch him. He fought the urge to spread her wide and take what she was offering.
Take what was rightfully his.
Instead he held himself still, waiting until her lust filled eyed gaze locked with his own.
Later, they would take things slow.
“From now onward you will be for me and I for you. No other shall know you as I do.”
Her response was to reach out and stroke the underside of his stiff manroot.
Was she intentionally trying to drive him mad? He wondered moving to secure her hands above her head in one of his. She made a sound akin to a purr that vibrated through his body.
“You. Are. Mine,” he declared with a conviction so strong it shook him to his core. If she refused to acknowledge it verbally then he would make sure she understood in the one way she’d begged from him.
He was over her. Pushing her thighs apart with his knees, while reaching beneath her with the other to raise her lower body. He only had to make little effort because she helped by digging her heels into the bedding and lifting her pelvis in invitation.
Remar growled his desire.
In one full lunge he buried himself deep inside her. Dallas’s eyes widened and she moaned as she bucked beneath him pushing him further into her tight warmth. Her enthusiasm only served to spur him on. He needed to give them both the release their bodies craved.
“More,” she crooned aloud what his total being was demanding.
He’d never felt such bliss at being inside a woman before yet as much as he wanted to savor their joining he knew he could not hold out long, he’d wanted her for so long. He realized last night had only been a taste and this was a simple appetizer before the main course.
“Oh god, oh yes, yes, yes,” she cried out as her body quaked and shuddered, but still she pumped beneath him. He matched her frenzied movements with a heightened arousal he’d never experienced before until her.
Next time would be the entire feast and he would take his time exploring every delectable inch of her. Next time, he promised himself as her core clenched around him in rapid successions in the aftermath of her release. There was no way he could resist the combination of her body’s responses. He plunged in her deeply one last time and flooded her womb with his seed.
Once his own jerky responses ceased and the last of his essence flowed into her Remar shifted on to his back taking special care to pull her on top of him.
He wanted her close.
They laid in silence but he was content to feel her singular heart slow from its feverish pace to a gentle thumping. Her head rested just beneath his chin, the curly abundance of her hair tickled his jawline but he enjoyed the feel of it. The god’s had favored him by sending his soul’s companion. It only added to his elation that she possessed a sexual appetite which rivaled his own. He traced a finger up and down her spine in a leisurely motion expecting her to give in to lethargy.
“Stop. Please,” she said weakly.
Surely he hadn’t heard right.
“What?” He frowned.
Instead of answering she made an attempt to move which he quickly thwarted by securing his arms around her waist.
“Please, I-I’m feeling hot, again.”
This time he released her and watched dumbfounded as she shied away from his touch. His Dal’las was putting far too much distance between them for his liking. He wanted to pull her back but instead watched as she pushed herself into a sitting position and drew her knees up to her chest.
Confused, he could only stare at her and wonder what he had done wrong.
Dallas didn’t fare much better as she sat in shock at what she’d allowed to transpire. No, she hadn’t only allowed things to happen she was the complete instigator of the entire event. It was as if she’d lost complete control of herself, been a spectator to the sordid incident, yet she couldn’t deny the desire she’d felt nor the pleasure experienced.
Beside her she listened to Remar slip from the bed, watched as he disappeared into an adjoining room before returning in all his naked splendor as if it were a natural state of being. Surely anyone standing below the three story windows would have full view of him.
“I have prepared a bath for us.”
“You can go first,” she mumbled averting her gaze. She hoped he’d leave without putting up a fuss. A little solitude might help her clear her head and work out what had come over her.
“We will bathe together,” he said with a force that should have served as her first warning he woul
dn’t budge on the matter.
She yelped when he scooped her up in his arms. Who was she kidding? The man had been aggravating since the moment she’d laid eyes on him why would he stop now?
“Do you have to have your way in everything?” she wailed as he stepped into what she quickly recognized as his bathroom. He carried her over to the large rectangular bath that looked more like a practice pool than something a person would use for cleaning purposes.
He carried her into the foaming warmth without preamble. She was surprised when he turned her loose but didn’t bother to question him, instead she waded to the end furthest from his point of entry and submerged herself until only her neck and head were visible. All around her the water seemed to heat up.
“This is too warm,” she complained although the thought of giving him full view of her naked body kept her rooted to her position.
“I’ll cool it off for you,” he offered.
“No,” she practically yelled as he moved towards her, or more like the temperature controls she’d unknowingly settled next too.
Remar stared at her peculiarly for several silent moments, no doubt wondering where the vixen of earlier had gone. Well he wasn’t the only one confused by her odd display. Dallas didn’t pretend to have some school girl modesty. She liked sex and a skilled partner only made the experience better. It was definitely something she’d missed on her ship. Masturbation was enough to quench the sexual urge temporarily but there was no substitute for a strong body and a thick hard dick that could-.
Dallas paused the thought trying to remember why she’d let her mind drift down that particular path. She couldn’t remember nor could she get her mind off the thought
Heat flashed through her accompanied by the gradual build-up of the tingling sensation she’d experienced before. This time she knew it was a precursor for things to come. She tried not to remember his hands and mouth on her body. But the harder she tried the worse things became. It was happening again, building inside of her. At the opposite end of the tub Dallas was acutely aware of Remar’s watchful gaze. Even that was exciting to her.
She couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped.
“What is it?” He was beside her before she could take her next breath. Water sloshed out the bath from his quick movements.
“Nothing,” she denied, willing him to go back to his side where they were both safe from her.
“No. Don’t touch me,” she protested when his fingers traced her face gently.
Ignoring her refusal he pressed the backside of his hand against her forehead. Surprisingly it felt cool against her skin, and as much as she hated to admit it she really did enjoy his touch.
“Tell me where it hurts?” he pressed.
“I’m not hurting.” Not yet anyway, but if this were anything like the last time the ache would start soon enough. Would he be able to help her through it again? She resisted the inclination to reach for him, contenting herself to inhale his natural scent.
“What did you take?” he questioned as his fingers trailed her face in a thorough examination.
“Nothing.”
“Dal’las think, did anyone give you anything?”
She heard his words but could only think about the desire burrowing its way through her. She reached for him rubbing moist hands over his muscled shoulders.
“Dal’las,” he repeated. “Did anyone give you anything to take?”
She tried to concentrate then remembered the fruity drink Rabika had offered her. She’d drained the entire glass in one gulp and remembered the younger woman taking the container she’d poured from when she left.
“A drink,” she said inching closer to him hoping he would reward her for the memory.
He made a growling sound, one that should have frightened her instead it had the opposite effect of turning her on even more.
“They must have put something into your drink,” he mumbled more to himself. “Who gave it to you?”
“No more talking. Help me now,” she pleaded.
“I will,” he promised with only the slightest hesitation before lifting her easily into his arms and out the water. She clung to him as he carried her back to his bed.
“Thank you,” she mumbled gratefully.
***
She’d been drugged.
Remar was as sure of it as he was about the air he breathed. There would be hell to pay once he discovered who was responsible for lacing her drink with what was sure to be the essence of Q’ema, a drug known to heighten a person’s emotions. He berated himself for not recognizing the signs sooner. At dinner she’d opened up to him with such ease and he wanted to believe it was a hopeful sign for their future together but the drug had already begun to take effect even then.
Still dripping from the bath Remar laid an anxious Dallas on their bedding. For several seconds he could only stare at her and watch as the lust took hold again. She reached for him and it was all that was needed to set the next chain of events in motion.
“Please,” Dal’las whimpered and his body came to an instant awakening.
He swore this time would be about her alone but it did not stop him from responding to her obvious need.
Remar pressed a gentle kiss against her lips allowing them only the briefest moments to enjoy the experience. He trailed kisses down the side of her neck. Stopped to pay homage to her breasts. His mouth settled over one distended nipple and sucked it into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it in teasing play until she arched beneath him.
He didn’t think it possible but he swelled heavier.
Someone was definitely going to pay for this torture.
Her belly tightened as he sucked and tugged at her nipples, alternating between both. Heat like molten fire scorched a path through her, and flowed into her belly to fuel her thirsty arousal. The teasing was driving her insane. Didn’t he realize it was unnecessary? She was primed and ready to go. All she wanted was him deep inside her.
When he finally lifted his head Dallas thought he would forgo the needless foreplay. She saw the desire reflected in his eyes and knew he was just as hungry as she was for release. There was a momentary bout of confusion as he dipped to place a kiss between her breasts, then another just below it and another. She tugged at his shoulders when his lips landed on her flat stomach and continued to venture further downward.
“No,” she tried to push him away when his mouth brushed passed the tiny thatch of hair above her vaginal lips. He spread her legs further then buried his head between her thighs.
She nearly shot off the bed when he stroked the full length of his warm tongue up her clit. There was no time for recovery before he was at it again. And again. He flicked her nubbin with rapid tongue lashings that left her wanting.
“Please,” she begged bucking upwards to have more of him pressing into her. She didn’t think that it would be enough but he wielded his tongue with expertise which soon had her panting to catch her breath. Her head thrashed back and forth as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Then built again until it culminated into a tsunami that ripped through her on a wail so loud it was certain to ring throughout the manor.
Her breath came in short shallow gasps for air until she could finally gain control of a normal rhythm. Dallas didn’t protest when Remar pulled her into the crook of his arm, his hard length nestling against her buttocks. A reminder that she was the only one to gain pleasure from the experience.
“Who gave you the drink?” He questioned after a lengthy silence.
“Hmm?” she mumbled sleepily.
“You said someone gave you a drink,” he said gently brushing hair from her face. “Who was it?”
“I don’t remember and I’m so tired.” She yawned for good measure not willing to throw Rabika under the transport if she didn’t have to, besides she had her own questions for her new sister-in-law.
“Sleep now Dal’las, but know we will speak more of this in the coming morn.”
Dallas was relieved when he d
idn’t push the issue but she laid awake for some time after afraid that the need would assuage her again. Finally, unable to fight the fatigue she drifted into an exhausted slumber filled with decadent dreams of her new bond mate.
Chapter Ten
The remnants of sleep faded into hazy oblivion. Unlike yesterday Dallas didn’t try to reclaim it.
She was alone. She knew it the instant the fog of sleep abandoned her and couldn’t help but wonder where Remar had gone. For several moments she listened for any sign of his presence in the large room or even the adjoining one’s. Nothing. Gingerly she detangled her bare limbs from the jumble of bed coverings. Her tender muscles groaned in protest reminding her of their energetic night.
Dallas rose from the bed and made her way to the bathing room. Emerging sometime later she found a fresh cream colored outfit laid out for her. Not caring who was to be thanked for the clothing she dressed quickly and secured her hair in a tidy bun. Famished this morning it was a disappointment to see all traces of their evening meal removed. There wasn’t even a piece of fruit to satisfy her ravenous appetite. Food now being her number one objective Dallas went in search of nourishment, hoping to find her way from this unfamiliar section of the manor to the cook rooms. With the exception of a few staff members coming and going the kitchens were empty. She stopped a curious attendant and after a quick request was provided with more food than one person could consume in a single sitting.
“A healthy appetite is a good sign the morning after a joining.” Rabika said all smiles as she bounced into the kitchen and eyed the mounds of food on Dallas’ plate. “Although I did hope you and my brother would be spending this day together.”
“One night of your brother’s presence is sufficient for me.” Dallas quipped but couldn’t stop the heat creeping up her neck as she thought back to how their evening was spent.
Rabika frowned. “I thought last night would change your opinion of Remar.”
“Oh and why’s that, I’m pretty sure I made my opposition to this joining abundantly clear. Why would it change after only one night?”