“Please, do it again or unchain me.” She had a desperate need to press her finger to her clitoris since he wasn’t going to, but with her limbs spread and chained, there was nothing she could do to satisfy the stirring at her core.
Drakker smiled, shaking his head as if he were aware of her dilemma. “You know I can’t do that, but once you confess the truth, I can bathe your body with my tongue and kiss those striking, bee-stung lips of yours.” He eyed her mouth then dropped his gaze to her pussy. “And those.”
“Stop.” She couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the motion of his mouth, those beautiful, sexy lips he wanted to put all over her. Her mind wanted to scream at him for his arrogance, but her mouth wanted nothing more than to kiss him. She wondered if he arched his top lip on purpose just before he spoke to tantalize her. Or was that sexy little twitch just an arousing part of him? “I have an itch.”
Drakker’s brow rippled as if what she said was amusing. His piercing, stare studied her from a side glance that was so magnetic she would have fallen to her knees if she hadn’t been chained. He tilted his head forward in a sexy hang. He did the same thing when he walked. He gave a chuckle as if he knew the impact his actions were having on her.
“I said, I have an itch.”
His voice dropped to a sexier octave. “I’m sure you do.”
She was hungry for sex. The desire was stronger than anything she’d ever experienced. His six-pack stomach and mouthwatering lower abs were causing a wantonness to explode deep inside her. She groaned, knowing she had to fight this. Dropping her head forward, she blocked out the tempting sight of him and moaned, “Pleeeassse. I need to touch it.”
“Would you like me to rub your clit for you?”
Fay raised her head and glared at him. The bastard knew she needed to stroke herself. Badly!
“If you start talking—” Again, he taunted her by leaning in close in a seductive manner but didn’t allow their flesh to touch.
She moaned in frustration.
He walked around her while dragging the feather along the side of her neck, all the way down her spine, stopping at the crack of her butt. The stroke calmed her, but it wouldn’t be long before that needy feeling started to rebuild.
“Why are you doing this to me? I told you I’m not here to spy. What do you want from me?”
“The truth.”
The smell of his coconut shampoo made her inhale the scent so deep into her lungs she thought she might faint. When he stepped back in front of her, she dropped her gaze to the alluring bulge in his pants.
“Logan mentioned a tattoo on the bottom of your foot.” He continued his verbal persuasion. “What does it mean? Is it a code? A symbol of who you work for?”
“Did you ever think it might be a Star Rider tattoo of ownership, of a very independent woman?”
“Is it?”
“I don’t know what it is.” Damn, did the serum have to kick in now? Why in the hell did she admit her ignorance to him about her strange birthmark?
“It looks like an Old World Mole symbol.”
“Could be. I wouldn’t know. It’s been there for as long as I can remember.” Can I shut up now?
“Do all Dirt Dwellers have one?”
The mind traveler in the room had slipped her mind. She glanced up. Damn! The spy was still there reporting everything she said. “How would I know?” She fought the urge to look back at his crotch.
“They put it there, didn’t they?”
“Who?”
“The Dirt Dwellers. Why?”
“No.”
“How do you know they didn’t do it to you, if you’ve had it for as long as you can remember?”
“No…I don’t know.” Her thoughts were all mixed up.
“Your quick denial of any contact with a DD tells me you work for them, don’t you? Why are you here, and—” His voice dropped deeper the moment she looked up from his not so hidden growing erection. “You want my cock, don’t you?”
It was his last question she wanted to answer with a simple yes, but her mind-cloud decided to make an attempt at reason. “Truth? You hold that, not me. I can’t give you answers, Drakker. I have none.” Her body throbbed for release. She dropped her head forward in defeat. “Have mercy on me. Please.”
He balled his fists. His hard pectorals flexed harder, even his thighs tightened as if he were fighting himself and his urge to help her. Once his muscles relaxed, he said, “I can’t touch you, Fay.”
“Why not? I’m giving you permission.”
He shot a hard glance toward the mirrored wall as if waiting for something or someone. When nothing happened, he turned back to her. “Ma chérie, your willing permission is a forgone conclusion. It’s the serum talking. Once the herb wears off you might regret that choice.”
“But—”
“No buts, Fay. You’re asking me to touch you, but what you really want is for me to fuck you. The answer is no.” He turned, tossing another glance toward the mirrored wall before looking back at her.
She saw the muscle in his jaw flex. So, he’s struggling to control the drug in himself as well. I could push him and get what I needed. “I don’t care about after! I need to stop this…this sensation between my legs. It’s—”
He groaned, making it obvious he was fighting his own inner demons. “Fuck it.”
He just lost his battle. I win! An inner joy cloaked Fay in triumph.
Dropping the feather, he trailed the tip of his finger across her flesh.
She sighed as his touch set her skin afire with sensation. “More, Drakker. Please, strok—”
He snatched his finger back with a sharp inhale. “Stop. I’m strug—” His words broke off with a barbaric growl. Without malice, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. He brushed his succulent lips down the front of her neck, and over the tops of her breasts. He whispered against her skin, “Damn, I’m losing it.”
His lips only taunted and teased her, heightening the consuming feeling deep inside her. Pulling away, he strutted in circles around her. Something about the way he tossed his shoulders back, while tilting his head forward as he walked, made her want to trace her nails down his tanned neck. Better yet, she’d like to place biting kisses all up and down his back. “Release me!”
“No.” His shoulders stiffened as though he’d found a renewed strength.
“Then give me release. I need it. Please.” Oh God, I’m begging.
His breaths rushed out of him. He landed a soft spank on her ass cheek. “Be good!” He walked over to the small rollaway cabinet and removed a small knife. When he returned, his breathing calmed as he cut each side of her panties. Her blood raced with expectation as her panties fell to the floor. Without a doubt in her mind she knew he knew she wanted to be stroked. When he moved closer, she thrust her hips forward, eager for his touch, but he denied her. Instead, he leaned in as if he were going to kiss her. She tilted her chin up searching for his lips.
He paused. “Tell me what you want.”
It was bad enough she was standing there on display, but to make her say what she wanted was downright mean. “Bastard.”
“Ma chérie, I’ll slide my fingers up and down your wet pussy until you come. I’ll get down on my knees and kiss, lick, and nip at that beautiful clit until you come multiple times. I’ll trace my tongue all over your body and kiss your breasts until your nipples are so hard—”
“Oh God.” Her body was ready to explode. “Stop talking and do it!”
He raised his shoulders in question. “No prelude, ma chérie? The men in your world don’t enjoy foreplay?” He dry stroked his hand over the bulge in his pants. Fay swallowed hard as she watched him rub over his member with an expert touch. He strummed his fingertips across his groin, and her quim gushed. “It’s getting hot in here, isn’t it?”
She hoped that meant he was going to take his penis out. She wanted to see it.
“I guess you’re use to heat where you live.”
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Without thought, she replied. “That’s a misconception. Locations vary in temperature.” She traced her tongue over her bottom lip with a need to taste him.
“Really?”
She nodded, but wished he’d stop stroking himself. It was driving her crazy. “Not all spots are hot. It’s about fifty to sixty degre—” Shooting a sharp glance at him, she snapped her mouth closed. Her heart pounded. He’d tricked her! He was fishing for answers through obscure questions. Damn it! Can I recover? What the hell did I say?
He seemed not to notice her slip of the tongue, but he was a smart man. He hadn’t missed it. She tilted her chin toward his telling bulge. “Take it out,” she said to distract him. She was panting and unable to control her excitement.
“It? What it?”
“Your penis.”
“Penis?” He laughed. “Do you mean my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Then say it.”
“No.”
“Why? From the first time I looked into your eyes, I knew you were the kind of woman who liked to talk and hear a man talked dirty to you. Admit it…when I call my penis a cock it turns you on.”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “You can’t tell something like that just by looking into someone’s eye. It’s all in your head.”
He stepped close and leaned forward until their bodies nearly touched. His breath brushed across her skin as he whispered, “If I reach between your legs right now and stroke my hand between those swollen pussy lips, I’d feel your hot, juicy wetness all over my fingers. I bet you’re so wet my tongue couldn’t even dry you. Is that the proof you seek?”
She gasped. He was right.
“Or—” He stepped back and looked at her. His eyes seemed to penetrate deep into her soul. She tried not to squirm under his scrutiny but failed. His smirk and naughty words drove her wild.
“I can slap my cock between those sweet cheeks and play with your ass until I slide my finger right in that beautiful hole. I’ll whisper how I’d like to bind your breasts and clip your nipples. You’ll squirm all over the finger in your ass, and you’ll scream for me to thrust my cock in. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Illicit acts and thoughts make your pussy wet.” He dropped his chin and studied her. “I’ve got a cock. If you want to fuck it…you’d better call it what it is. My cock.”
“Fine! Your cock! I said it, now show it to me.”
“Why? Do you like watching a man masturbate?”
Even though he had yet to expose himself, just envisioning the sight of him stroking himself to release sent her libido into chaos. No Dirt Dweller man would dream of touching himself in front of a woman, not even his own wife. She breathed several times before answering. “That’s not what I meant.” She licked her lips in a silent suggestion she’d like to suck his cock.
“Truth be known…” His hungry gaze penetrated hers. “I’d love to fuck your mouth, your pussy, and your ass, but I won’t.”
Fay dropped her chin to her chest. “Then stop taunting me.”
“We pretty much know already you’re a Dirt Dweller. We just want to confirm you’re a spy.”
This is insane. “Please. Give me two minutes with your body, and I’ll talk.”
Drakker looked more than willing. His rakish and flirtatious looks were drawing out a hidden side of her. All she wanted right now was to grind her clit into his pelvis.
“Talk to me.” He dragged his free hand down his chest all the way to his covered groin. His deep sumptuous voice made her body smolder. “You can’t tell me you don’t want me to lick your wet pussy dry and then feel my hard cock pounding into that pretty chatte of yours.”
Fay gave a partial groan of frustration. He was goading her, using words and the sight of his hot body to make her talk. She couldn’t deny his method wasn’t working, and she couldn’t negate his words weren’t true. She could feel the wetness of her pussy seeping down her thighs.
“Do you want me to use slow, penetrating strokes when I lick your sweet pussy?”
“Yes,” Fay murmured, knowing she should be ashamed at what was happening. She knew Logan was watching this intimate scene. But it was that little fact luring her dirty mind deeper into a hidden erotic world she’d only dared to dream about. Excitement was what the sex at home lacked. Her mind and body craved the adventure, the intrepid, the somewhat wilder side of sex, and the romantic side at times. This veiled side of her was enjoying this decadent and provocative interrogation.
She tossed her head back the minute she was aware of him behind her. He hadn’t touched her, but she could feel his body heat, he was so close. His heavy breaths near her ear inflamed her body with need.
When he spoke, there was a hoarseness to his voice that wasn’t there before. He was reacting to the serum too. She glanced back and saw the hunger in his eyes. “Fuck me, Drakker.” Her words were a mere whisper, but his sultry stare said he heard her and wanted to.
“Start talking.” Once again, he moved in front of her and stroked his hand across his own chest, forcing her eyes to follow the motion. “You like what you see, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you spying for Reto?” He spread his legs and tucked his thumbs into his leather waistband, pulling the waist down to a more suggestive level. When she didn’t answer he pushed harder. “You can have this if you tell me,” he murmured, almost as though he didn’t want anyone to hear. He slipped his hand into his pants and fondled himself. He groaned at the contact, and Fay quit breathing at the sight.
“Who’s Reto?”
“Now you’re playing stupid.” He shook his head, withdrawing his hand. “I’ve got to ask myself, why would you do that, Fay? Everyone aboveground and in the sky knows who Landen Reto is unless you’re a DD spy unaware of that little fact, or you’re trying to cover your tracks.” His sudden touch, a soft brush across her covered nipple, sent a shudder racing through her. “Do you know how badly I want to suck on your nipples and make you come?” he said it softly again. “Tell me if you’re working for Reto. So we can get on to more interesting things, like ramming my cock into that needy pussy of yours.”
“Oh, God. Stop.”
“Don’t you want to feel my tongue swirl around those gorgeous breasts and my teeth nip at your erect nipples just as you come with my deep strokes?”
“Yes.” Please tell me I didn’t say that out loud for the mind traveler to hear.
He slipped his hand back into his leather pants. Watching him adjust his growing cock sent her body on a rampage of uncontrolled feelings. He didn’t do it with an elusive shake of his leg or a bashful push with his fingers. No, Drakker had to taunt her with a brazen manhandling of his cock.
“Damn you!” She was so overstimulated her pussy twitched and tugged, seeking satisfaction. Her juices dripped to the floor. She was so lost in her desires her words flowed without a thought of the consequences. “You’ve got to fuck me. I’ll go insane if you don’t.”
“Talk.”
She looked up. The mind traveler was still in the room. She bit the inside of her cheek and moaned. She couldn’t resist much more. “There’s nothing to say.”
“You’re going to regret that answer. The herb is just getting started. It’s going to intensify until you can’t take the stimulus. I highly recommend you tell me why you came here pretty damn quick.”
Fay groaned as he moved behind her. Her body cried out for release.
“Why did you come? What is the Underworld government about to unleash on us this time?”
“Touch me, Drakker. Please, just touch me.”
He released a deep sigh.
She heard his footsteps and caught slight glimpses of him in her periphery as he paced back and forth behind her.
“Don’t, Fay. Don’t ask again.”
“Sweet Jesus I’m on fire. I’m…I can’t…do this! Fuck me.”
“Damn it, Fay!”
The sudden silence told her he stopped pacing. Straining to look over her sh
oulder she could see he was staring toward the mirrored wall. Why does he keep looking that way? She assumed the door Arlo went through wasn’t just an exit, that there was another room attached to this one. Logan may have left, but she presumed he was watching them. She wasn’t sure how, though her gut told her he was, she hoped Arlo wasn’t. Was Drakker waiting for a sign from Logan, or did he expect him to come out of the room and stop the interrogation?
“Pleeeassse, just a little stroke.”
Turning away from the mirror, he muttered under his breath, “God damn it.” He stepped in front of her, encircling her waist.
Fay sucked in a harsh breath then moaned at the fire his touch set off. She trembled when the warmth of his lips teased her flesh with hot kisses. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Her mind shouted in triumph, relishing the exquisite feelings he was making her feel. Drakker’s words echoed in her mind as her body responded to his roaming hands. Every pore on her electrified to his slightest touch.
He swept the tips of his fingers over her ass, and it reminded her of way the cowboy she’d seen in her mind-traveling mission caressed the woman. The image of the two men engaged in sex with the woman was stimulating her mind as much as Drakker’s touch was making her body rocket to new heights.
“Yes…! Oh, God…That’s good…” she cooed after each touch, wanton with need for more.
A small grin etched his dark features. “You’re tough, I’ll give you that. I hope you’re ready for this, ma chérie. Because you and I are about to take a ride you won’t forget.”
Of her own free will, Fay opened her lips as Drakker poured the rest of the potion into her mouth. She swallowed it down to the very last drop. She wanted more. Needed more. His mouth opened slightly as she stroked her tongue over her bottom lip.
“I’m so tempted.”
His words caused her body to ignite more than she thought possible. She felt nothing but lust. Every cell in her body wanted to be touched, kissed, licked, and brought to climax. Every inch of her flesh burned with a yearning for the man in front of her. “I want to feel your hot tongue lick my pussy. I want your cock deep inside of me. Make me come, Drakker.” She knew she’d regret these words later should she return to her world. The first thing the DDs would tell her was she should have felt ashamed for this kind of surrender, but she couldn’t feel it. Her only defense was it was better to succumb to the debauchery rather than confess to being a Dirt Dweller spy, and a mind traveler at that.
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