Seductress Seduced (The Embassy Book 4)

by Kira Barker

  I burned to tell him that things weren’t quite that simple, but then made myself stop. He was right, he had been repeating himself, and I kept finding reasons to hold back. What was strange about this was the fact that I seldom felt regret when I did venture too far, and never on just the possibility. My victims, willing as they all were, knew what could be in store for them. So why hesitate now?

  Moving into a half-sitting position, I looked down at him, letting a leer come to my face slowly.

  “Game’s on, joker,” I whispered, and then pushed myself upright so I could swing one leg over his body until I was straddling his chest, facing toward his feet. It would have been easier if I hadn’t tied him down first, but a little re-arranging was all that was needed until I was centered over his head, feeling his breath warm on my thigh. Leaning back so I could see his face between my legs, I grinned down at him.

  “Maybe I should warn you, even if warnings aren’t your thing. As you likely have already realized, my saliva’s packing a bit of a punch, and the same is true for all my other fluids. I’m not claiming that my pussy smells like nectar, but I’ve been told that the taste can be quite addictive.”

  Garrett gave me a smile that was definitely a silent, Bring it on! Then he raised his head as far as his position would allow, letting him reach that Promised land, but just barely. Because I wasn’t a spoilsport—or that much of a tease—I lowered my hips and leaned forward, taking his cock deep into my mouth.

  Ardent was what best described his eagerness as he set to work. That first flick of his tongue, barely touching my labia, was quickly repeated, this time sinking in between. I held still for a moment, reveling in the sensation of his eager tongue reaching my clit. He drew a quick circle, and I felt him move as he pushed his head up further so that he could follow up with a wet kiss, using just the right amount of suction. I closed my eyes, and rewarded his efforts by taking his dick even farther in until he hit the back of my throat. He moaned, the vibrations not lost on me, and I moved off him again so I could tease his glans with the tip of my tongue.

  Obedient, he apparently wanted to be, but meekness was just not his strong suit. While he continued to lick me, he jerked hard on the feeble bonds around his wrists, making the knots slip until he had freed himself. I was just about to admonish him, but all he did was wrap his arms around my thighs so he could pull me closer to him and get better access, and there was simply no sense in denying him that.

  With me now secure in his grasp, he sped up, keeping his head in place, but moving his tongue with vigor and alacrity. The walls of my pussy clenched, making me yearn for his hot, thick cock there, but I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook just yet. And while getting fucked was definitely on my list of priorities, it was not number one.

  Moving off his dick completely, I put my head on his thigh, still close enough that I could lightly blow onto his saliva-wetted skin, and reached underneath his leg for his balls. They felt heavy, and were just as eager for attention as his adjacent parts. Starting slow and gentle, I increased the pressure of my sensual massage to the point where the tension was back in his thighs. Bringing my other hand back to his cock, I resumed stroking it, somewhat faster than before. He was doing a decent job. He deserved a small reward.

  I allowed myself to get lost in the moment, feeling my feeding impulse kick in. Garrett’s arousal might have been enough for that, but with my own joining it now, it was virtually impossible to hold back—and after his repeated insistence that there was no need for that, I didn’t.

  The next breath I took didn’t just inhale oxygen, but also pulled some of that delicious red haze suffusing the air around us both directly into my body. My skin started to tingle and warm, making me want to stretch languidly, like a cat on a sunny day. Sweet and spicy, but so unlike conventional food. This was what sustained me. Not just in the sense of keeping me healthy, no—with my second, much deeper inhalation, I started to feel alive for the first time in weeks. Then another, and another, and before long, I was siphoning the haze into me with increasing need, fueling my own flames. Garrett’s tongue, flicking and circling so eagerly, did a lot to bring forth my orgasm, but it was that most forbidden of essences—his soul, brought to the surface by our undulating motions against each other—that ultimately sent me over the edge.

  With one need sated but the other barely awakened, I allowed myself almost a minute before I let go and moved off him, gifting him with a small, satisfied smile. Of course he was grinning back at me, stud that he knew he was, but the flush in his cheeks wasn’t from exertion, and neither was his heavy breathing.

  “You know, it’s still not too late—“ I started to point out, but cut off when he made a move as if to push off the bed and launch himself at me.

  “Aren’t we past this?” he panted, and let me push him back down onto the bed with just a pointed finger on his abs.

  Crawling off of him so I could turn around and face him properly, I shook my head, pursing my lips in consideration.

  “I think I told you not to mess with the ties.”

  He opened his mouth as if to object, but then closed it, and instead reached for the silk, winding it around his hands until both arms were stretched out as I’d secured them before. I should probably have chided him for trying to get a rise out of me, but I really liked the playful back-and-forth between us.

  “Now what should I do with you next?” I wondered aloud, letting my eyes skim from his face down to his now painfully hard cock.

  “Whatever you want,” he kept insisting, but was now playing right into my hands.

  “As much as I love sucking you off, it’s really not doing much for me,” I pointed out, letting one hand roam over his abs gently.

  “Then do something else with it?” he suggested, with just a hint of desperation in his voice. Most men would have started begging by now, particularly considering just how stimulating my saliva was, but he still showed considerable restraint. That, together with his eagerness concerning the ties, gave me a new idea.

  “We’ll see,” I replied offhandedly, then got up, in passing getting rid of the restraints that could never have held his ankles in the first place. Rounding the bed, I sauntered over to a low chest that I rarely got a chance to open, and scrutinized the treasures inside briefly. “You’ve never had a woman fuck your ass, right?”

  If I expected him to be alarmed, then I was sorely disappointed. His lazy smile was the opposite of concerned.

  “Nothing much beyond what you already did, no.” And because he was such a tease, he followed that by asking, “Why?”

  Pursing my lips, I picked up the harness and one of the dildos that went with it. Not the large one, tonight wasn’t the time to be unrealistic, but not the smallest, either. Holding both the black leather contraption and fitting the latex toy up where he could see it, I gave him my most predatory smile.

  “Wanna try it?”

  Now his eyes widened a sliver and he licked his lips, but still didn’t balk.

  “Sure, why not? Gotta try everything once before you diss it, right?”

  His comeback made me wonder if I should have picked up the next larger size, but I left it at a snort instead.

  “Don’t ever say you don’t deserve what you have coming for you,” I replied as I walked back to the bed, sitting down at the lower edge.

  With me close, he seemed to relax again, and I liked the trust I saw shining in his eyes. I put my paraphernalia away for the moment and scooted closer so I could better poke his thigh, tantalizingly close to his still happily erect cock.

  “Pull your knees up to your chest and hold them there. Seeing as my restraints aren’t firm enough for your taste, you might as well help me with keeping you in place.”

  I half expected another witty comeback but he complied in silence, letting me nudge his knees apart so that I could easily make eye contact with him, and had the glory of not just his cock, but also his trim body, right in front of me.

  Putting two o
f my fingers into my mouth, I first laved them with my tongue then brought them back to his anus, which, thanks to the change in position, was now on full display. Garrett’s eyes followed the path from my lips to where they disappeared behind his scrotum, and I felt him jump a little as I made contact. I didn’t even try to insert them, just teased the opening, holding his gaze as soon as his caught mine.

  “Relax,” I cooed, then leaned forward while I let my fingers continue their slow circling motion. “I’m going to be gentle with you, don’t worry.”

  He barked a short laugh, but after a few seconds, he followed my advice, easing up a little. His lids fluttered closed for a moment, but then opened again, his gaze intent on my face.

  “You’re not just doing this because you think—“

  I didn’t let him get any farther than that.

  “You keep telling me to use you any way I want to. I want to fuck you, and I’m going to greatly enjoy myself, provided you are going to enjoy it as well?”

  He let out a low sound that I thought was an aborted laugh.

  “Guess that serves me right for being such a pushy pain in the ass?”

  “And there I thought that was just my own ambition for tonight,” I teased, then withdraw my fingers and rearranged myself so that I was kneeling before him, without a doubt giving him a great look at my ass as I bent over. “Let me know when I’m going too fast. In the meantime, just lean back and enjoy the ride.”

  Wrapping one hand around his cock, I resumed stroking him. The other I used to spread his cheeks a little wider, to gain better access. Blowing softly, I watched with amusement as his rosette winked at me as he clenched at the sudden rush of air, then planted a soft, wet kiss there that instantly made him go still—except for his cock that jerked quite noticeably in my hand.

  “What are you—“ he started, then cut off when he felt the tip of my tongue lick slowly but deftly over his pucker. It was obvious that he liked what I was doing, but the predictable protest followed as soon as his brain managed to catch up. “But I haven’t—you shouldn’t—”

  “Relax,” I admonished gently, moving away just long enough to give him a reassuring smile. “This is the part where I remind you that I’m not human, even if my tits look oh so inviting to you. I can’t catch any diseases, and let’s just say that my sensibilities are differently oriented as well. Just as you’re starting to feel that same light tingle on your ass now that has your cock aflame, you don’t need to worry about anything. Trust me?”

  He was thankfully very quick to nod, letting me resume my task presently. It was always so tedious if they protested at this point. It was nice that he didn’t.

  It still took some light teasing and stroking for his physical resistance to wear down, but once he realized that I wasn’t going to back away, he eased up further. A little push, and I managed to poke my tongue into that ring of muscles so full of sensitive nerve endings. He shuddered in return, and I felt a little pre-cum leak over my fingers.

  Good. He definitely was ready for the next stage.

  Sucking some more on my fingers, I made sure to get as much saliva onto them as possible, then rubbed them sensually over his anus, before I started inserting one of them. Not only was my saliva full of pheromones that were quite stimulating, but it also worked wonders as a lubricant. I loved not needing to rely on the chemical stuff humans had to use instead, making this a much more intimate undertaking.

  Like before, Garrett wasn’t too hard to convince to let me in, even though my motions were more insistent now. Within a minute I was brushing his prostate, using a slow, coaxing motion to massage it. He let out a low moan of contentment, silently urging me on. I was only too happy to oblige.

  Once I felt him respond directly to my motions, I started inserting a second finger along with the first, making sure to go slow enough to never push him too hard. I could tell that it was a bit of a challenge for him at first, but after a minute or two of sucking his dick as an incentive to keep going, I had him comfortably taking what I wanted to dish out. The red haze of enjoyment thickened around him gradually, as if I’d needed another indicator for just how much he got out of this, aside from the noises he was making.

  And me? I had a field day. Sure, just lying back and taking it while my victim pretty much made an all-I-could-eat buffet out of himself was easy, but not too rewarding in the long run—and two thousand years was a long time to get bored. Not all of them had been like that, but it wasn’t often that I found someone who was responding to me in the special way that Garrett did now.

  My musing got cut short when he bucked his hips sharply to meet my hand, not only making my fingers thrust into him fully, but with enough increased speed to make him grunt.

  “Is someone getting greedy?” I asked, a pleased smile on my lips. It could have been just the need for extra stimulation, but by now he was so worked up that any kind of more must have been appealing to him.

  “Well, if you’re still intending to ram that thing there up my ass, you better move on,” he groaned, his fingers flexing on his legs as if he was hard-pressed not to do something more active himself.

  “And there I was having such a good time, taking it slow.”

  He glared at me for a moment before his eyes became just a little unfocused as I started easing a third finger along with the other two.

  “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a terrible tease?” he pressed out, then relaxed as the digit slid past the inner ring of his sphincter.

  “A few?” I replied, loving how my vagueness brought me another hard look from him.

  I could have easily taken the edge off for him now—just stroking him along with my fingers fucking him had him close to the edge, a few harder twists or a little more licking, and he would be a goner—but I loved that hint of desperation now tinting the lusty haze too much to give him that so easily. Besides, that first orgasm would be sweeter still if it came after just a little more holding out.

  To assure that I didn’t misjudge just how ready to shoot his load he was—it never happened, but who knew?—I switched my hand from his dick to massaging his balls instead. They were still as deliciously heavy in my hand as before, just the right weight and size to roll in my hand. I must have squeezed a little too hard though, because he gave a grunt that didn’t seem pleased, and the haze lightened a little.

  “You’re not really into pain, eh?” I observed, planting a couple of kisses on his balls instead, making up for the abuse.

  “I don’t mind a little biting and scratching, but I prefer both far, far away from my balls, thank you very much,” he offered, then laughed at my consternated look. “Unless that gets you off, of course. Mistress.”

  “Not particularly,” I admitted, switching back to his cock. “Making you suffer in a different way, though—”

  “Just what I thought,” he agreed and let his head lie back, giving himself more fully to the moment. Part of me felt a little annoyed, but then the fact that he was clearly having a great time with me certainly made up for that.

  I likely could have gone on like that for a long time, but my fingers started to get tired. Besides, he’d opened up sufficiently by now, and I didn’t want to deprive him any longer of what I knew was the kind of mind-blowing experience that he wouldn’t soon forget. So after my last few twisting motions, I withdrew my hand, ready for the next stage.

  Garrett rolled his head to the side so he could look at me, and when he saw that I was reaching for the strap-on, he let go of his legs, without a doubt to ease the strain of his thigh muscles. He watched me as I buckled the leather harness around my ass and hips, the dildo already attached.

  “Does that give you any stimulation? Physically, I mean?” he asked, curious.

  “Some dildos come with a textured end. I even have one that’s a double-sided affair, which would definitely do a thing, or ten, for me. But for you, I prefer a setup where I have absolute control over my motion, rather than something that will get me off in und
er a minute,” I explained. Then I smiled, showing maybe a few too many teeth. “Besides, once I’m done with you here, I do expect you to perform on that sector still, so you better hold back.”

  “I doubt you’d be satisfied with anything except complete abandon,” he murmured.

  “Probably. Ready?”

  He glanced down to where the latex cock was thrusting out from my crotch, and he looked just a little squeamish.

  “And you’re sure that beast won’t just rip me in two?”

  I shrugged as if it was all the same to me, but then scooted closer until the dildo was splayed across his lower abdomen, not exactly dwarfed by his cock, but set into proportion. Leaning over him, I caught his lips in a hot, deep kiss, twining my tongue around his.

  “If you’ll take this like a pro, I’ll happily let you fuck me any which way you want to.”

  “As if I needed another incentive,” he replied, rearing up to steal another kiss. I allowed it, drinking in his heady scent.

  “Well, then let’s get to it, shall we?”

  I was surprised that instead of assuming his previous position he started to roll over, and stopped him with a hand on his knee.

  “Why are you moving over? Unless you want me to take you from behind?”

  He looked sufficiently confused, which made me frown, but he obediently flopped back onto his back.

  “I thought that’s how it’s usually done?”

  Snorting, I reached for his cock to give it another few good strokes.

  “From the dynamics alone, it’s easier for me if I don’t have to hunker behind you, because your legs are longer than mine, making it impossible for me to kneel. But I’d rather make this as personal and intimate as it deserves to be, don’t you think?”

  All he had for me was a nod when he felt the latex head of the dildo nudge his rosette.