Tales of the Shareem, Volume 1

by Allyson James

  Nella tried to look inside herself, but her mind was too panicked. All that had happened, and then coming upon Rio . . . It was too much.

  “What do you mean, no mercy?” she asked.

  Rio kept hold of her face, his grip firm so she couldn’t look away. “I want to give you what you want. You have to tell me, so I can give it to you. If you don’t, we will do what I want. I am a level three Shareem, Nella. What I want can be . . . complicated.”

  By complicated Nella knew he meant dangerous, exciting, exhilarating, and frightening. But Rio was giving her a chance to bypass the greatest part of the danger, to choose what she wanted.

  Nella drew a sharp breath, closed her eyes, and tried to focus. What did she want?

  To be home, to be safe, to be with the people she loved. To have her life back.

  Dimly she felt Rio’s fingers soften on her face. She wanted to tell him what it meant to her that he’d saved her, that he’d brought her to this underground place with these alien people who were kind to her. She’d said thank you and I’m grateful, but the words seemed inadequate and thin.

  Nella wanted to tell him what it meant that Rio had given up what he wanted most of all—his freedom—to help her.

  “I want . . .” she began.

  “Yes?” Rio asked, his voice very quiet. “What do you want, Nella?”

  “I want you.”

  He went silent, and she opened her eyes. He was watching her intently, his gaze unreadable.

  “You want me to what?” he asked.

  He didn’t understand. Nella wanted him, all of him, his touch, and his voice, and his Shareem-blue eyes.

  But Rio must be used to women begging for sexual favors. He wanted Nella to tell him what to do, and he wouldn’t believe her if she said she wanted nothing.

  Because Nella would, in fact, be lying. She wanted Rio to touch her all over, to make love to her, to make her come like he had last night. She wanted the sting of leather on her backside, followed by his hand to soothe the sting.

  A saying she’d learned when very young came back to her: If you want to receive something, give something first.

  Nella carefully sank to her knees. The last inch or so was more of a fall, and her knees hit the floor, but Dr. Laas’ programmed carpeting absorbed the shock and cushioned her.

  Rio watched her, unmoving. “This is what you want?”

  “Yes.”

  His leather leggings were right in front of her. Sweet gods. Nella leaned forward and kissed the bulge, tasting warm leather.

  The leggings were off before she figured out how Rio had ripped himself out of them. He wore a loincloth beneath, a piece of cloth held with a thin strip of leather slung low on his hips, baring almost all of himself. If Nella had seen him like this in the alley, she’d have passed out from lack of oxygen.

  Rio untied one side of the loincloth and drew it off.

  Oh, gods.

  He was bigger than Nella could have imagined. His cock stood at full erection, a standard foot long and as thick as her fist. The tip stretched toward her, beckoning her tongue. Coarse black hair adorned the cock’s base and curled around his scrotum.

  “Teach me,” Nella whispered.

  The cock moved slightly at her words, his heartbeat echoing there.

  “Lick it,” he said, sounding strangely gentle. “Get it wet.”

  Nella drew her tongue over the tip and around the head, unsure what to do. Her tongue found a soft place beneath the tip, and she worked it at little, rubbing back and forth.

  Rio’s fingers bit down on her shoulders. “Yes. Like that.”

  Nella no longer worried about Rees and Talan watching. She focused only on the taste of Rio—dark, spicy, and exciting—and the feel of him under her tongue.

  Soft like the richest velvet, and yet strong and hard. Nella sank back on her heels to lick the underside of the cock, wetting it all the way to the base.

  “Gods,” Rio murmured.

  She licked down to the curls at the base, then circled her tongue over each of his very tight balls.

  Rio backed a little, sliding away from her tongue. “Take me in your mouth.”

  Nella reached out with her tongue again and touched underneath his tip, knowing he’d jump at the sensation. Satisfied, she drew his cock between her lips and moved her whole mouth over it.

  Nella had no idea what to do next, so she simply got used to the feeling of the cock in her mouth, her lips stretching around him. She imagined that her teeth would hurt him, so she softened her lips, trying to keep from scraping him.

  “Suck,” Rio said.

  She did, a long gulp, and almost choked.

  “Gently,” Rio said, sounding amused. He put his hand on her hair. “Use your tongue.”

  Nella gentled the movement, and began to suckle.

  Rio didn’t need to tell her she was doing it right. Nella could tell by the way he stood, legs rigid, one hand loosening her hair, the other clenched.

  “Harder.”

  Nella concentrated on keeping the same movement, but pulling a little harder. Rio rewarded her with a groan.

  She had thought it would be exciting only when he touched her. But touching Rio with her lips and tongue was one of the most exciting things Nella had ever done. She wanted to rub her face on his cock, kiss him all the way down to his balls, lick there and even farther back, toward his ass. She had no idea if he’d like that, but she wanted to try it.

  Nella felt the leather of his whip slide around her back. He didn’t strike her, he eased the strap around her shoulders and held her with it.

  Nella loved it. Rio rocked slightly on his heels, driving the long cock into her mouth, fucking her with it.

  Nella did what she pictured, kissing her way down the bottom of the cock to his balls. He parted his legs, and she nuzzled him, smiling at the way his hair tickled her skin.

  She slid her tongue behind his balls to the hot indent there and played, growing bolder by the minute.

  “Fuck,” Rio said, voice ragged.

  Nella wanted to lick his ass. She wanted, for some reason, to dip her tongue between his cheeks and taste him. She wasn’t quite certain how to do this, keep her balance, and continue to pleasure him, but it was what she wanted. When Rio asked her again, she’d know what to tell him.

  Just to experiment, Nella flicked her tongue upward and eased it between his buttocks.

  “Oh gods,” Rio said, far above her. “I’m going to come.”

  He pulled Nella out from between his legs and positioned her in front of his cock. This time, Nella understood what Rio wanted before he said anything. She opened her mouth and took him inside her.

  Chapter Eight

  A Little Help from Friends

  This is what paradise is like, Rio thought as Nella sucked him eagerly into her mouth again.

  Her tongue stroked and licked and drove him insane. The pheromones pouring from her were making him crazy, too. His blood was flaming, his body temperature high.

  Rees and Talan weren’t helping. Rees was naked now. He’d plunked himself on an armless chair that was perfect for sex—all the furniture in Dr. Laas’ house was designed for sex—and dragged Talan on top of him.

  Talan’s skirts were above her hips, and Rees rocked her on him, fucking her, totally oblivious to Rio and Nella. Rees’ Shareem pheromones added to the wild mix of Rio’s, Nella’s, and Talan’s. Too much damn sex in this room, and they’d barely started.

  When Nella’s tongue had flicked between his buttocks, Rio had thought he’d die. Sweet innocent, going on instinct alone—and liking it, he could tell by the smile on her face.

  The manacles kept her wrists pinned behind her. Her thrust-forward breasts moved in time with her sucking.

  Now Rio was over the top. He groaned hard as the seed poured out of him and into her mouth.

  Nella jumped, startled at the new taste, but—wonderful lady—she kept her mouth around him and didn’t pull away.

  Rio’s
hips jerked, and he pulled her closer with the strap around her shoulders. His level three senses wanted to turn her over and swat her bottom, to hear the leather on her flesh and her sounds of pleasure.

  Something in the back of Rio’s mind told him he couldn’t go all-out level three on her, not for a while. Nella was innocent and uncertain, and this fairly tame pleasuring was the first she’d done in her life.

  Rio spilled the last of his seed into her mouth. Nella closed her eyes, swallowed him, then smiled.

  Rio dragged her to her feet and held her close, the chain between her wrists clinking. Rio tumbled her hair under his hands and kissed her face.

  “Mine,” he said. “You’re all mine, Nella.”

  Nella nodded as he feathered kisses across her cheeks. “It’s what I wanted,” she whispered. “What I truly wanted.”

  She sounded proud that she’d figured it out.

  Gently Rio released the chain that bound Nella’s hands together, but he didn’t remove the cuffs. He lifted her into his arms, and without bothering to dress or let her dress, he carried her out of the room. The rest of this was going to be done in private.

  One thing to be said for Baine was that he couldn’t care less whether the people in his elevator were clothed or unclothed, so Rio was spared the computer’s snide comments.

  Baine did know about sex, though. As Rio carried Nella out of the lift, Baine muttered, “Computer interface is so much easier.”

  “What did he say?” Nella asked as Rio set her on her bed.

  “Bad machine-language joke. Ignore him.”

  Nella looked up, her eyes heavy from the Shareem chemicals she’d absorbed. She was open enough and receptive enough in body and mind for him to go ahead and fuck her, but Rio held himself back.

  His friends would laugh at him, especially Braden, another level three who did whatever he pleased and charmed his ladies into submission. Rio loved sex, but Braden loved nothing but sex.

  Rio held back, because at this moment, Nella trusted him. He’d commanded her trust, and he’d showered her with pheromones to make it easier for her to trust, but however it had happened, it had.

  If Rio took advantage of her now, the lesson would be wasted, and Nella would never trust him again. She wasn’t a woman of Bor Narga, with an underlying knowledge that she was in charge, no matter what. Nella was from Ariel, a planet Rio didn’t know—and who knew how the women of that planet thought?

  Rio knew one thing—if the ladies of Ariel were as gorgeous as Nella, he wanted to go there.

  “Open your legs, darling,” he said.

  Obediently, and with a smile, Nella did.

  A beautiful pussy, covered with red hair and damp with wanting, lay ready for him.

  Rio leaned over her, breathing in the heady scent of a woman wanting him. He raised her arms above her head.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked.

  “You pleasured me,” he said. “Now, I’m going to pleasure you.”

  “Oh.” Nella sounded happy. She was far gone under his Shareem spell, and would probably do anything—absolutely anything—he told her to.

  Damn, it sucks to be a gentleman.

  Rio started at her neck. He licked his way over the hollow of her throat, then down between her breasts. Her body heat was way up, her skin nearly burning his tongue.

  He tasted her breasts, playing with the softness of them. He traced one areole with the tip of his tongue, tasting warm, salty, dark flavor.

  He flicked his tongue down her abdomen to her navel, poking it and making her laugh.

  Then down to the slight swell beneath her navel. He teased himself, and her, by licking just above where the hair began to grow in a swirl. Her skin was soft, a place seldom touched.

  Nella smelled good, the juices of her pussy warming her thighs and sending her woman-scent over him. Rio teased the tiny hairs until she lifted her hips, her body wanting him inside.

  Rio pressed a long kiss just above her opening, where her pussy curved between her legs. Nella arched to him, letting out a frustrated sound.

  Rio laughed against her skin, knowing his hot breath would frustrate her more. “Be patient, love.”

  He picked up his whip from where he’d tossed it on the bed, and lightly wriggled it over her pussy.

  “Rio,” she moaned.

  “Glad you haven’t forgotten my name, sweetheart.”

  “Why would I?”

  He chuckled. She was too precious.

  At long last, Rio let her have what she wanted. He bent to her pussy and licked from her clit all the way down her hot, wet opening, to the beginning of her ass.

  Nella groaned and jumped, just like he knew she would. He laughed again.

  Rio licked her all over, letting his tongue play with her clit, dip into her pussy and taste her, and flicker on her ass. She wriggled and squealed, far gone in pleasure.

  Going with his instincts, Rio climbed up on the bed and positioned himself on hands and knees to do some sixty-nine. He lowered his cock to brush her lips at the same time he bent his head and licked her pussy.

  Nella took Rio into her mouth. The fact that she took him upside down spread new excitement through him. Nella’s tongue wet him from base to tip, driving his temperature higher and his heartbeat to lightning speed.

  Rio licked her, tasted her, and suckled her clit. He put his tongue to the walls of her pussy, pressing a little.

  Nella squealed and giggled at the same time she toyed with his cock, then she abruptly sucked it into her mouth.

  Rio stifled a groan, loving the taste of her. He matched Nella’s pleasuring—every suck she gave him, he gave her, so it was like she pleasured herself.

  Nella brought her hands down and rested them against his buttocks, squeezing and pressing them, the metal cuffs cool on his burning skin.

  Rio would teach her soon how to slip her lubed finger into his ass while they sucked each other. But for now this pleasuring was just fine with him.

  He thrust inside her, licking all around her opening from the inside, and she came. Nella poured over him and into his mouth, and she lost hold of his cock as she yelled.

  Rio kept on suckling, drinking her, loving her taste. And then her mouth found his cock again, and she sucked so hard, he thought he’d pass out.

  Love, he groaned inside, and then he came.

  *** *** ***

  Nella collapsed, panting and spent. Rio climbed from the bed and brought them both towels from the bathroom. He wiped his face then hers, smiling all the while, his eyes so blue.

  “That was sweet, baby,” he said.

  Nella was drained, and at the same time, loose and pliant. She’d never felt anything like his mouth on her, and she’d never tasted anything like the wild, hot spice of his come.

  Rio approached the bed, dabbed the remaining moisture from her legs and the last traces of himself from her lips.

  “That’s what you wanted?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  Nella wanted more, actually. She wanted him to lie on her and hold her and touch her. She wanted him to make love to her fully, wanted the huge, hard cock inside her, all the way.

  She would ask him. She would tell him what she really wanted.

  Before Nella could speak, Rio unlocked the manacles from around her wrists and took them away.

  Disappointment bit her. “Why did you do that?”

  “You’ve had enough for today, love.”

  “No I haven’t.”

  Rio smiled, but his eyes were cooling, irises receding to normal size. “I’m a level three Shareem, honey. You don’t know what you’re asking.”

  “Will you tell me?”

  “Don’t sound so eager.” Rio kissed her forehead. “If I took you now, I’d hurt you. Some ladies like that, but you’re not ready for it.”

  “I am ready.” Nella caught his hand, half sitting up. “I’m ready, Rio, I feel it.”

  “No, you’re not. I’m not going to hurt you now and
undo everything I’ve done. Besides, I thought we’d have to get engaged if I did.”

  Some of Nella’s happiness began to fade. “True, if I go back to Ariel.”

  “Which is what you need to do. I’d love to keep you here—damn, you don’t know how much I’d love that. But you need to get back to princessing.”

  “Yes.” Nella’s worries drifted to her once more. She tried to cling to the sanctuary Rio had given her, but she knew it would disappear before long.

  Nella touched his arm, her fingers landing below the chain on his biceps. “Thank you.”

  Rio dangled the manacles from one hand, shouldered the whip with the other, and gave her a hot, bad-boy smile. “You’re welcome. Anytime.”

  Keeping the smile in place, he turned and sauntered away from her, still stark naked, pausing a split second for the door to open for him.

  Nella thought she had never seen anything more beautiful in her life than the tanned, tight form of Rio’s ass.

  *** *** ***

  Rees and Talan, Baine informed Rio as Rio pulled on his black leather tunic and leggings in the now-deserted mirrored room, had retired to their chamber. Rio had little doubt about what they were doing in there.

  Dr. Laas, Baine went on, was in her lab, deep in research, and did not want to be disturbed. Dr. Ralston, he said, was on her monitor right now, and the two were confabbing.

  Fine with Rio. He didn’t want to see anyone; he wanted to get himself as far away from Nella as he could before he threw his control to the wind and took what he wanted.

  Going slow was a concept Rio didn’t understand. When a lady gave Rio the nod to proceed, Rio didn’t stop. That was why ladies sought him out, because they knew he wouldn’t stop, and they didn’t want him to.

  Rio had seven different kinds of whips and floggers, a dozen different manacles, and several styles of collars. Each manacle and collar and whip did essentially the same thing, of course, but the variety that could be exciting.

  A collar on Nella would look perfect. A supple leather one, unadorned, with a slim silver chain hanging between her breasts.

  He wished he had the money to buy her a gold collar studded with diamonds that would be fit for a princess. She would be his princess, his to command, his to pleasure. She could wear a thin black leather number, one that just covered her breasts and her sweet ass. Better still, she could be naked, only allowed to don clothes when he said.