Cushla’s mouth snapped shut as if she’d been paralyzed.
He caught the line of worry that creased her brow before it vanished quickly. Returning his attention to the food, Tarken continued to eat, saying nothing else to her. She sat quietly beside him on the floor and he couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking—plotting.
Where there was fire, one could also get burned.
He didn’t trust her.
But he was certainly going to fuck her.
Tarken scanned the room and then fixated on Rube and Scoac.
They were sitting at a table across the eatery, next to a few masters and their slaves. Several other guests were seated at their table, and the king’s cousins babbled away like a couple of chatty taletellers.
He stared at them grimly, wondering what they were about.
Earlier, Rube was roaming about the hostel like he had a performance to present and boasting his identity. And, so was Scoac. Now adorned in fresh sets of royal garments, they continued doing the same.
“Those two accosted me in the hallway upstairs,” Cushla finally spoke.
Tarken’s attention snapped toward her. Ire began to simmer within, and his hand went hastily to the laser pistol strapped to his hip. But as was his nature, the anger he felt subsided though he was somewhat befuddled by the impulsive reaction. Impulsivity was a rare thing for him, especially when it came to emotions. “You were raped?” he asked calmly.
“Hardly.” Cushla continued to watch the two men. “But they did do something very strange.”
“Tell me. What did they do?” Tarken stared at her intently attempting to shake down the irritation, while ignoring the relief that she wasn’t sexually touched. It was incomprehensible to him that the thought of them touching her irritated him more than it should. Why would he care who fucked her? She was a slave after all.
“I thought you didn’t anger, Tarken?” Cushla angled her head. She focused first on where he fingered his laser weapon and then shifted her gaze to look at his face.
Tarken lifted his hand from the weapon and rested it on the table. “Just answer my question, Cushla. What did they do?”
“The one with the darker hair…” She nodded toward the royals. “He pinned me against the wall. The other lifted my—your shirt.”
“For what reason?”
“Pifft.” Cushla held up her hands. “Bedamned if I know. I think they wanted to look at my ass.”
Tarken twisted his mouth, making a mental note to ask Rube and Scoac about it later. “I am glad you weren’t hurt, mistress.”
“Really?” Cushla replied with sarcasm in her tone. “Because it would make you angry?”
“Because if they had taken you by force it would’ve interfered with your training.”
“And that would’ve made you angry,” Cushla stated smugly.
“Somewhat,” Tarken begrudgingly admitted.
“But you never anger, Tarken.”
“No.”
“You’re angry right now.”
“Don’t let it go to your head, Cushla. It has passed.” Having taken his fill of the food, Tarken wiped his mouth with the napkin and dropped it on the plate in front of him. He glanced at Cushla as he stood. Reaching, he took her by the wrist, pulling her from the floor and leading her from the room.
It was a shame to waste the food that remained, but he was too hungry for other things right now.
Chapter Nine
Tarken pushed the door open and guided Cushla in with his hand at the small of her back.
She calmly walked to the center of the room.
When he’d awoken on the dawning, the first thing that occurred to him was that it had been the best sleep he’d had in solars, once he finally fell asleep. He’d stretched, taking note that his cock was painfully stiff. Lying next to the wench all the eve had been unbearable, torturous. She shifted and wriggled non-stop in her sleep. Several times he nearly freed his manhood, aching to slide into her, but fought against his urges. He wanted her willing and writhing beneath him when they copulated, not taken unaware.
The second thing he noticed was that when he reached for Cushla, she wasn’t in the bed. His eyes opened instantly, catching a glimpse of her leaving the room. But rather than chase after her, Tarken watched the tracking device calibrated to her band and waited to see where she was heading. Her punishment would be determined by her actions.
“Well?” Cushla asked.
The sound of her voice pulled Tarken from his thoughts to the present and he looked at her.
Hands on hips she was staring at him, her expression indecipherable, her mouth slightly parted.
Tarken wanted to kiss that mouth. He closed the door and watched her intently as she turned away and put more space between them. When she strolled to the other side of the chamber, and he couldn’t help admiring the sway of her body and stride of her long, slim legs as she moved. Tipping his head, he perused her backside his fingers curled as he imagined running his hands over the curve of her sexy, little bottom, pulling it against his pelvis, grinding into her. His cock fully hardened in his trousers at the thought, begging for more room.
It was time.
Moving up behind her, he grasped her hips, pulling her back to him, pressing her bottom against his groin. Her breath caught before she went rigid beneath his touch, but he remained this way for several moments, waiting for her to breathe again, letting her grow accustomed to his touch. When he finally turned Cushla to face him, her eyes swiftly dropped to the floor.
Now she looks down. He thought with amusement. The shy reaction contradicted the hellion he knew she was. His hands came up to cup her cheeks, his fingers sliding through her hair, and he tipped her head upward. “Do not look away from me mistress. I want to see the desire in your lovely eyes.”
Tarken brought his mouth down to hers, his lips gliding along her mouth. She didn’t respond, nor did she resist, and he took that as a positive sign. He continued kissing her until she sighed and her rigid frame yielded. Slowly, his lips released her mouth, and fixated on her face, watching her blink several times. She swallowed once through steady shallow breathing, and though he wasn’t sure, Tarken thought she seemed overwhelmed. He turned her toward the bed, once again facing her away from him.
Her balance was unsteady and she swayed before leaning back against him. Her next breath was heavy.
He grasped the collar of the shirt she wore, and slipped it from her shoulders. It dropped to the floor, an easy task considering how large it was on her. Pressing one hand against her belly, he swept the palm of his other hand upward along the side of Cushla’s body until he reached her breast. He gently pinched and rolled the nipple of her breast with his finger as he kissed her neck, first nuzzling and then skimming his lips along the line of her jaw then retracing his path to suckle her neck once again. His hand shifted, attending to her other breast.
Cushla’s head fell back. Her mouth fell open and she released a quivering breath. Her eyes were closed.
“Open your eyes and look at me, mistress,” he whispered.
To his surprise and to his pleasure she complied, her lids fluttering open until she was gazing directly into his eyes and he could see the haze of arousal in them. Her crystal gaze was even more stunning up close, captivating him, almost consuming him to the point that he nearly froze within their hypnotic radiance. The moment caught him unaware as he realized that even stronger men than he, might be driven to slay even an ally to possess this rare beauty by the name of Cushla.
Tarken exhaled, fighting to regain control as he wondered if she was aware of the sexual power she possessed. He thought not, or she would use it to her advantage. Perhaps in this moment she already was. He continued to kiss her flesh, not caring if it was for his gratification or her own, or the training that he was obliged to give her, or the punishment for that matter. All he could comprehend was that he wanted to taste every inch of her.
Lifting his head away from her, Tarken cuppe
d Cushla’s chin, tilting her face toward him. He took possession of her mouth again. Her lips were lush and soft beneath his, heightening his desire, pushing it close to a point of no return. If she refused him now, it might be the one time in his life he would go insane for the sake of wanting a woman.
The hand that was flattened against her abdomen slid downward seeking to touch her intimately. Tarken groaned as he skimmed his finger along the length her hairless labia. Cushla’s hips jerked, encouraging him to continue his caresses. Sensuously, he ran his fingers along her crease, pinched softly at the swells protecting her clit and he felt a slight buckle as Cushla’s legs gave way. He held her up, his finger now stroking her throbbing bud while his tongue dipped inside of her mouth.
Tarken turned her again, bending her back slightly in his arms. Slowly, he began backing her to the bed, his lust for her heightening when her hands grasped his hips, and she pressed into him. He felt her mouth applying equal pressure to his, kissing him with fervor equal to his own. Tarken’s hands gripped Cushla’s bottom. He pressed her tighter to his groin, fighting the mind-blowing urge to throw her on the bed and slam into her. If he wanted her to fully consent, to release her passion, he needed to stay in control.
Tarken pulled his mouth from hers, and released her, his body shuttering in protest at the separation but he wanted to move more slowly, had to douse the scorching urgency to ravage her that was surging inside of him. Never before had any woman ever caused him to feel so dangerously close to being sexually out of control! “Lie down on the bed, mistress,” he commanded, his voice husky with desire.
Her eyes shifted and fell to the sheets before returning to his.
Tarken could see the sudden rise of nervousness that reared in her expression. He waited patiently, empowering her to make the decision, though he had to wonder how he would react if she refused his bidding.
She was still, her gaze continuing to fixate on his.
Tarken felt the muscles in his face relax and he smiled at her.
It seemed to soothe her, the tension in her expression fading as well. She returned his smile and then lowered to sit on the bed. Without hesitation she pushed herself toward the middle.
Tarken shed the shirt from his body and was over her, anxious to feel her warm, soft flesh against him.
When he came down on her, Cushla spread her legs willingly, openly inviting his hips to settle between them.
It pleased him that she responded to him and so quickly. Molten heat rose from her core, causing an instant riot to erupt in his shaft as he rubbed his length along her crease.
Her breathing quickened in anticipation, her hands lifting to grasp his shoulders, her fingers curling and grasping hard at his flesh. She was wet and willing.
He knew he could sink his cock into her with ease and with little resistance but he refrained. He had other plans at the moment. Cupping her head in his hands, Tarken angled his head and bent downward, seizing her mouth to kiss her hungrily for several moments. He eased the kiss and his lips softened and sighed with pleasure when she slid her tongue along his, attempting to increase the pressure. Then, he pulled back and moved lower to kiss her neck.
She arched, tipping her head back, giving him ample room to nuzzle and suckle her there.
He moved even lower. Gliding his tongue down along her body, between her breasts, he kissed the swell of them as his fingers played with one of her nipples.
It hardened with his touch and her body jolted. At the same time, Cushla moaned and her hands came up to grasp his head. She dug her fingers through his hair.
He continued to descend, halting at her abdomen, lingering, kissing her there for a moment before moving further down.
Cushla’s body jolted even harder, but this time he felt her resist his ministrations. Her legs straightened, and Tarken looked up in time to see her eyes widening.
“What are you doing?” She didn’t look at him, but instead stared at the ceiling, the trepidation in the tone of her voice quite clear.
“Has no one ever kissed you here, mistress?” Tarken rasped out, his voice hoarse with lust. “Licked your flesh here.”
“No,” Cushla muttered timidly.
Tarken shook his head at her answer. Such a pity for those men who deprived themselves of such a delectable treat. He flicked his thumb across her clit a few times, and her hips jerked simultaneously. Inhaling deeply, he allowed himself the joy of this moment. His mouth, his face was so close her womanhood he could smell her, the scent of her so enthralling that his need to taste that sweet, little pussy of hers was driving him wild. He would wait, deciding it would be her reward for good behavior, though the deprivation felt more like a self-induced punishment on himself.
Moving over her, Tarken planted his forearms one to each side of her shoulders. Gazing down at Cushla he noticed her eyes shift to the side to avoid looking at him.
Her body tensed beneath him, and her willingness seemed to recede. Her legs were so straight and stiff, that Tarken had to wonder what force it might take to pry them open. Her breathing however, was rapid, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, and her nipples were still hard.
He paused to wonder if she was indeed still aroused. Bending toward her breasts, Tarken drew a nipple into his mouth.
Cushla gasped.
Tarken’s gaze shifted upward to see her eyelids flutter and then shut. Her lips parted slightly and then a wave of pleasure spread across her face.
Ah yes…She was still aroused. He shifted upward again and kissed her mouth. At first, she resisted, but then, Tarken could almost feel the exact moment her wall went crumbling down, in the way her lips softened beneath his, how her body seemed to give as his hands roamed all over her and in the quiet mews of pleasure she probably wasn’t even aware she was making.
Kissing and suckling and massaging her flesh, Tarken took leisure, exploring every inch of her as he slowly edged his way all over her upper body, her cheek, her neck her shoulders. He settled on top of her once again, his hips between her slowly parting thighs, and then he gazed at her face.
Cushla’s eyes were still shut. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips—ah—her lips were sensually parted, pink and swollen, begging to be kissed even more.
Tarken lowered his head, and he kissed her deeply, gliding his tongue along hers, ignoring the wall inside of him that also seemed to be toppling over as he lavished in Cushla’s response of thrusting her own tongue against his. It was passion at its purest, and Tarken felt his mind let go, overcome by an untamed lust that had been dormant inside him forever.
Lifting his head, he gazed at her face again. Her lids fluttered open. Their eyes connected and became locked. Heated desire sweltered between them and the rest of the world, the rest of reality burned up as they became lost in each other. He lowered his lips to hers once more, kissing her with passion, and then slowly moved to kiss her face, her eyelids and the tip of her nose, returning to take her mouth tenderly, his mind reeling with the thought that he gained as much pleasure in the simple foreplay as he intended to give.
Tarken raised his hips to poise the head of his shaft at her opening. His hips began an easy thrust, working his cock slowly into her, and at first, Cushla stiffened. Tarken went still. Pressing his cheek at her temple, he waited. When her pelvis jerked and the warmth of her sexual juices slid along the length of his half inserted cock, he was sure she wouldn’t refuse him. He felt her body fully relax beneath him, opening to be penetrated. “You are exquisite, Cushla,” he murmured, straining to ignore his pulsating erection, willing his mind to go slow. He began to ease into her.
It was then Cushla’s hands came up, and she flattened her palms against his gyrating hips. Tentatively at first, Cushla rocked with him, her vaginal muscles bearing down snugly around him.
A growl in Tarken’s throat rumbled forth, and his shaft throbbed so fiercely, he thought he would spill his load before he was even fully embedded inside of Cushla. It was near torture to keep from driving into her,
but Tarken didn’t want to scare her, He wanted Cushla to accept...
“Shove it in me now!” She yelled. “Mother of stars! Fuck me now!”
The instant shock that stunned Tarken’s thoughts and movements were transient. What she wanted rapidly became clear, and his lust for Cushla exploded. The reins snapped, and he rammed into her hard, burying his erection as far as it would go.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” Cushla was out of control, her body convulsing, her fingers clawing and scratching at his thighs.
“Damn hellfires, Cushla!” Tarken pounded into her, his hips slamming. There was no help for him now. He was too far gone and hoped Cushla would come on her own and swiftly because his cock was about to blow. How much longer he could hold out was indeterminable, but at least she was on her way.
She crooned at first, before her voice slowly began to escalate. Her legs flew open wider, stretching outward into a very wide V, taking his full erection as deeply as it would go.
Tarken pumped into her, his pelvis bunching with the swift, hard thrusts, alternating the movements to rotate his hips, grinding against her vulva, stimulating her clit while still embedded within her vagina.
Cushla responded by grinding back.
Her heavy panting, and the uttering she expelled told him she was climbing toward the ecstasy he craved to coax from her since the first time he saw her, touched her and realized he would be the first one to experience her orgasm. The thought provoked his arousal, driving Tarken into a sexual frenzy, and like a piston he thrust and pumped into her, his cock hardening almost painfully with every stroke as his balls hotly smacked against her ass.
Cushla took his pounding, lying with her legs outspread, crooning louder and louder with every hard stroke. Bending her knees, she planted her feet firmly on the bed, her thighs still spread wide. Cushla pumped, quickly finding Tarken’s rhythm.
He grunted his approval in reply. They both panted, their respirations increasing in tempo keeping stride with their gyrating hips, and her body shuttered and surge as the impact of her orgasm hit.“Oh stars, oh stars, oh stars!”
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