She tried to wiggle, but her ass stayed frozen in place, her feet unable to move. Suddenly the laugh she’d felt forming disappeared. The alien tech in her ankle bracelets was somehow preventing her from moving. No. Not ankle bracelets. Chains of Obedience. “I can’t move, Torrin,” she whispered.
“Easy,” he rumbled. “Nothing’s wrong. Breathe with me.”
Matching her breath to his, she soon felt much more relaxed.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m ready now.”
“Good.” Torrin bent down and kissed her, his lips at once teasing and playful, then masterful.
She opened for him. Invited him to take more. One drugging kiss at a time, her body quickly responded, heat building inside her again like a fire storm. She needed him. Wanted him deep inside her.
“Open your knees, princess,” he said, his voice low and husky, his hand resting low on her abdomen.
Her knees fell slightly open before she had time to process his command.
“Wider.”
Again, she had no choice but to obey. This time she opened her knees as far as they could go, stretched almost to the point of pain.
Torrin quickly found her entrance and pushed two fingers deep into her wet channel. “More than ready, I see.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. She wasn’t in control of her legs, but she could feel everything with exquisite detail. His fingers were long and strong. She wanted to move her hips in time to his rhythm but couldn’t. She could only take what he wanted to give. She was on fire for him. Her toes began to tingle. Then her legs. Still, his fingers pushed deeper. Faster. Harder. She throbbed. Pulsed. She couldn’t control her reaction. Higher and higher he pushed her. Her inner walls gripped his fingers, her orgasm ripping through her with such force her hips came up off the table. She screamed his name but he didn’t relent.
His free hand pressed her back to the table before his fingers found her woman’s sheath, spreading her open to gaze heatedly at her engorged clit. “Mine.”
“Yes. Yes,” she said, panting. “Please.”
“Keep your legs open, princess. I’m going to fuck you with my mouth. I want you to play with your breasts. Show me how you like to be touched.”
Her hands unerringly found her breasts and began to play with the nipples, rolling and tugging at the hard peaks. Electricity zinged straight to her core. “Oh god.”
Splayed wide, her clit throbbed in time to the spasms of her inner muscles. Torrin teased her with his fingers, lips and tongue, pushing deep, sucking, stroking, pushing her past every limit. Every stroke masterful. She cried out as he made her come again and again, never letting her rest before he started again. Harder. Deeper. Faster. His name became a litany on her lips.
“Please. I need you inside me,” she begged, uncaring how it sounded.
Pulling away from her long enough to disrobe, he let out a carefree laugh. “Finally, she wants me.”
“Always,” she said, gasping as he entered her with one long, sure stroke.
“You have my permission to move as you wish,” he said, groaning. “You’re so perfect. Fuck.”
This time it was Juliette’s who moaned. He was so big. Even though he’d thoroughly prepared her with his hands and mouth, still she felt too full. His cock was long, hard, and so wide. He set a punishing pace, keeping her on the edge. She held on to his shoulders, meeting him stroke for stroke.
Her legs wrapped around his hips as he pushed deep, driving them closer and closer to the edge. This time when she cried out, he let go, shooting hot seed deep inside her.
It was a long, long time before either thought to move.
Later that afternoonas they loaded supplies to return to Earth, Juliette paused, her head tilting to the side. “I just remembered something.”
Torrin stopped midstride, a blank look stealing across his face. “Sorry princess, it’s too late to change your mind now.”
“What?” she asked, scrunching up her nose in confusion. “Sometimes you make no sense.”
“Okay,” he said warily. “Then what, exactly, have you remembered?”
“You said you couldn’t be king if your father wasn’t dead. What did you mean by that?”