Eria's Ménage (3 page)

She would have that magnificent cock inside her, and soon. She’d take it all, as many times as she wanted, until he’d split her in two. Oh, yes, she would have him.

She held that thought as Tad pushed her to the brink and beyond. The orgasm washed through her with the force of a towering wave. She gritted her teeth for silence
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as the spasms started, each building on the last until the room disappeared and she could only lean back while her body flew out of control into a universe of white-hot fire.

When she finally had strength to open her eyes again, Brath stiffened and thrust a few more times, howling to the ceiling as he came. As though her climax had caused his. Amazing.

Tad gave her pussy one soft pat before withdrawing his hand and bringing his fingers to his nose to inhale her scent. He gave her a knowing smile. What a clever, skillful lover. Between the two of them, she’d reach the pinnacle of sexual fulfillment.

What a shame she’d have to lose them once they’d impregnated her.

By the time Eria came fully awake, one of her wrists was already bound and a strong hand held the other. “By everything sacred, what…” She tried to sit up, but with her arm stretched taut behind her, the motion only wrenched at her shoulder, so she lay back down. “Who dares to do this?”

Someone moved behind her, fastening the other wrist to the post at the head of the bed. Whoever had invaded her bedroom made as little noise as a cat did when it stalked its prey.

“Brath, is that you?” she said.

No answer. Just silence.

“I command you to release me.”

Laughter greeted that. A wicked, dark sound.

“Damn you, do as I say.”

He moved into her field of vision and stood at the foot of the bed. Hands on his hips, he dominated the entire room -- a towering silhouette in the dim light that came from her antechamber.

“How did you get in here?” she said. “Where are my guards?”

He didn’t answer that either, but grasped one of her ankles and pulled her leg straight out. As she watched, he touched his finger to the metal band around his upper arm. Light crackled to life and spun out in a thread that went around her. Amazing.

He’d distracted her, and she hadn’t thought to fight back.

She would fight back. She’d have him on her terms, not the other way around.

No matter how impressive he might be, she ruled here, and he would follow her orders or pay the price for disobedience.

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When he reached for her other foot, she kicked out, aiming for his crotch. Her position gave her no leverage, though, and he caught that ankle easily. With a chuckle, he tugged until he’d stretched her out as far as she’d go. He bent to take her large toe into his mouth and bit. Not enough to break the skin, but plenty to show her who had the upper hand. She clearly didn’t.

“You’ll pay for this,” she said.

He ignored that and quickly repeated his magic with the light. He used that to strap her foot to the post at the end of the bed. She could hardly move an inch now.

He’d fastened the light ties tightly enough that they held her fast without hurting. With all her normal means of communicating with her staff out of her reach, she could only shout for help. But, if he’d done something to the guards who usually patrolled the corridor outside her rooms, no one would hear her cries, anyway. She’d have to submit to whatever he had planned for her and take her revenge later. He couldn’t mean to kill her if he’d come here to mate with her.

She lay there, her arms and legs spread wide, and watched him. Slowly, he reached between his legs to unfasten his codpiece and then moved his hands behind him. Undoing the fastenings that held his breastplate on, no doubt. When he had them loose, he worked more ties at his shoulder. Finally, all the armor came off in one piece, and he tossed it aside.

Now he wore nothing but his leggings. In the dimness, she had to squint to get a better view of his chest, but even with what illumination she had, the sleek muscles and flat nipples showed a man in his prime. Oddly, he was smooth and hairless. As though he’d feel like satin under her palms. Maybe when he freed her, she’d explore every inch of him with her hands. Yes, that would make a good punishment. Bind him and have her way with his body, tasting wherever she wanted. Making him mad with lust and then leaving him wanting, not even able to give himself relief. Then, she’d make him beg. With words. Yes.

He bent, reaching to his calf. When he straightened again, he had a knife in his hand. He raised it and ran his thumb along the blade, then turned his hand toward her.

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A tiny drop of blood showed on his skin, and he stuck it into his mouth to suck, much as he’d done when he’d cut his palm at dinner.

Deities. Did the man favor blood sport? Who knew with strangers from that far out in the galaxy? What did he plan to do with that knife?

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing,” she said. “But, if you harm me, you’ll never leave this room alive.”

He inclined his head so the light caught one side of his face. He smiled at her as though she amused him, and delight shone from his eyes.

“That’s no empty threat,” she said. “Let me go now, and we’ll pretend none of this ever happened.”

He laughed softly. Unimpressed with her threat, was he? He couldn’t intimidate her, and he couldn’t keep her here for long either. Someone would come looking for her, and he’d never manage to fight off her entire Imperial Guard. He might feel safe now, but that would change, and then he’d discover what a serious mistake he’d made.

Only, what did he plan to do with that knife right now?

He leaned over her and grasped the neckline of her gown. Grinning, he pressed the blade under the fabric and sliced through it in one powerful stroke all the way to the hem. After tossing the knife to the floor, he pushed aside the cloth covering her, exposing her body to cool air and his gaze.

He’d done much the same at dinner with the dancer he’d fucked while she lay on the table. She’d watched him do that -- how he devoured the woman’s pussy and then thrust his enormous cock inside her. The display had heated her blood, independent of Tad’s fingers on her clit. She’d imagined all his hardness inside her. Craved it. And now, she’d have it.

Tied to her own bed. Stretched out almost to the point of pain. Helpless to fight him off. She didn’t even have to take responsibility for what would happen. She could take whatever he offered her and then turn around and punish him for his arrogance.

His large hands settled on her then as he cupped her breasts. He handled her roughly, but with an expert touch that elevated the rubbing of his skin over hers to a
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caress. She arched her back, pressing herself up against his palms, and her nipples turned to hard peaks. So sensitive.

A deep sigh rushed from her before she could stop it. Damn, he had her purring now as her body went limp. It had surrendered, and even if she’d wanted to fight, her flesh wouldn’t cooperate.

He smoothed his hands over her to her sides, massaging and lifting her body against its bonds. No man had ever touched her this way. A primitive claiming, as if he knew her needs better than she did herself. She lay and watched him, and the gleam of determination in his eyes. He stared at his hands, dark and hard against the softness of her curves, studying her the way a predator studied its quarry.

Oh, yes… he’d won this encounter. He’d take her any way he wanted, and her inner folds released wetness in preparation to accept him.

When her gaze wandered to the front of his leggings, she found the outline of his erection. The size shouldn’t have surprised her. She’d seen it hours before. He’d posed his lover specifically in a way that Eria could watch him thrust in and out. Still, it stood closer to her own sex now. It would plunge into her, not some other woman. It seemed larger, thicker, a battering ram of solid flesh.

When she glanced up, he smiled at her. He’d caught her staring at his dimensions, and he knew his cock had impressed her. He was probably used to that reaction, curse him. Slowly, he straightened, put his hands on his hips, and thrust his pelvis forward. He watched as her gaze wandered over his chest, his abdomen, and then to where his tool strained against the cloth that covered it.

Her clit hardened and ached for contact while the most glorious example of male sexuality in the galaxy stood there promising the fucking of a lifetime and not giving it to her. If she could move her hand or even her foot, she could punish him the way he did her right now. Then, they’d see who wanted whom.

Finally, he bent to remove one boot and then the other. After rising again, he reached to the hooks holding his leggings at his waist and unfastened them. Those
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undone, he pushed the fabric over his hips and thighs, releasing his cock. The monster stood out from the curling hairs at the base.

Now she could really study him. His cock was impossibly thick at the base, and tapered only slightly along the shaft all the way to the head. A vein traveled the length of the underside. His whole cock twitched upward as if it had a life of its own.

“Do you only plan to show that off?” she asked.

His grin widened, and he wrapped his fist around his shaft and stroked it. It appeared to grow longer and thicker. Liquid heat raced through her veins, all the way to her crotch and the tangle of nerve endings between her outstretched thighs.

“Want?” he said. The first word he’d spoken since he’d arrived.

“Of course, I want it. You’re going to give it to me. You came here to mate with me, didn’t you?”

He shucked off his leggings and walked to the bed. Not to the space between her legs. Not to fill the void inside her, damn him. No, he went to the side, climbed onto the bed, and scooted on his knees until his cock fairly slapped her in the face.

With ruthless fingers, he grasped her hair and tilted her head back. The huge head of his cock grazed her lips. “Take,” he growled.

She opened her mouth and swallowed as much of him as she could manage.

Hardly a fraction fit, but she sucked it, working her cheeks for maximum friction. He thought he could torture her with unsatisfied lust, did he? She had a few tricks of her own. If the stupid man hadn’t tied her hands, she could pump him while she gorged on his sensitive shaft. She could reach between his legs to stroke his balls with the other hand and stimulate every part of his sex. For now, she’d settle for the tip and what she could do with lips and tongue and teeth.

He growled as his whole body trembled. Still grasping her hair, he held her head still while she increased the pressure of her lips and the fluttering of her tongue around the head of his cock. A tang of salt told her he’d released the drop of liquid that would precede his climax. He didn’t have the tight control of the situation he thought he did.

Good.

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His breath went out of him in a long hiss, and he held himself perfectly still for a moment before releasing her hair and pulling his cock from her mouth. If her hands had been free, she would have grasped his shaft and kept pumping. She would have coaxed another droplet from him and spread it over his flesh until he lost the battle with his lust and came into her hand. Instead, she could only lie and watch the ragged rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to rein himself in. He gripped the base of his shaft, but not to stimulate it. He was mastering it, instead, fighting off his orgasm.

She smiled. He might have tied her up, but she’d won this round. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her nipples still tingled from the heat of his fingers. Her pussy had soaked the fabric beneath her, but she still had more control than he did.

Finally, he gave his head a vicious shake, sending dark curls around his face and shoulders. When he opened his eyes, the light of reason had returned. This time, his smile held admiration in it. He’d found a worthy opponent, it seemed. Maybe he’d show her more respect now.

He climbed from the bed and walked around to the foot. Bending again, he ran his hands along the insides of her thighs from her crotch downward. Up his fingers went again, this time grazing the lips there. Now when his touch went toward her knees, moisture trailed behind, her own juices making her skin wet.

He repeated the strokes over and over, each time staying longer on her pussy and touching her more firmly.

She moaned and closed her eyes while heat built inside her. This was heaven, and yet it was hell. It promised ecstasy but didn’t deliver. It made her ache for more.

She didn’t know this brute of a man. Would he take her to the brink and then leave her there in agony?

A weight settled on the bed. Before her foggy brain could wonder about that, his mouth came down between her thighs. Not tender now, he nibbled at one lip and then the other. She gasped, and her hips jerked upward. The movement pulled her limbs against their restraints, but she couldn’t have stopped it if she tried. Lust took control of her, her clit demanding friction and her pussy begging for his cock to fill her.

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She bit her lip to keep from whimpering with need. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he could command her sex. She ruled here, not he. And yet…

oh!… if she could only feel him plunge that cock into her depths, she’d climax with a force she’d never imagined.

When his tongue pressed into her entrance, a lusty cry escaped anyway. Damn, but she needed him. Not gently, not slowly, but hard and fast.

He sucked her clit into his mouth and growled around it. The deep vibrations sent her into another universe. A place where nothing existed except the roughness of his tongue and the orgasm it would give her.