Page 45 of Bought and Shared
The first bedroom I come upon is Knox’s. Reaching for the handle, I manage to twist the knob and open the door an inch before strong hands seize me around the waist and stop me from escaping.
Tossing me over his shoulder, Oren smacks my rear end and says, “That wasn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had, Kitten.”
Reversing course, Oren snaps Knox’s bedroom door closed and leads me over to his. As soon as we’re inside, he unceremoniously dumps me onto the mattress.
“Rise onto your knees and put your arms behind your back, Aurora. My naughty little kitten needs to learn a lesson about trust.”
Knowing my rebellion is a lost cause, I reluctantly move onto my knees and join my hands behind my back like I’m praying. I’m facing away from my master, feeling incredibly vulnerable because I can’t see what he’s doing.
Oren’s fingertips ease down my spine until he reaches the divide of my bottom cheeks. His finger swipes inside and teases my tightest hole as I whimper my objection.
“Mmmm,” he hums, adding pressure to the puckered edges. I feel a pinch as it distends, giving way to his thick finger. “I’m going to start training you here so you’ll be able to take my cock.I need inside of your ass as soon as possible. I’ve waited long enough to indulge in it.”
His dark promise causes me to tense up. The pressure of his finger disappears then, but the tension remains. The warm leather slips around my wrists several times before Oren fastens it closed.
“Kneel on the edge of the bed,” he instructs, waiting for me to perform the command. When I’ve done so and am facing him, he adds, “Now take my cock out of my pants and suck me off.”
I blink, confused by the order. My hands are belted behind my back. How can I possibly do what he’s asking?
“Use your teeth to take down the zipper,” he instructs, after accurately reading my look of utter confusion.
I’m not sure what he’s trying to prove, but I know what I need to do. Even with my hands tied behind my back, I’m not helpless, and I mean to prove that point to him, as well as myself, right now.
My eyes travel up to his as I lean forward. Snagging the zipper pull in my teeth, I tug it downward. The satisfying sound of the metal teeth parting causes a Pavlovian response between my legs. Immediately I’m slick from my excitement and needier than I care to admit. The hollow there pulses sharply, desperate to be filled with both his flesh and his hot seed.
Oren’s gaze is blue fire when he says, “Keep going. I want to feel your tongue lapping from the tip of my cock down to my balls.”
I decide then and there that, despite being tethered, I’m the one in control. Also, I’m not the only one in need of a lesson tonight, and Oren is about to learn that.
Exposing my small, white teeth, I part the flaps of fabric from his dress pants. He looks so good in uniform. But somehow, he looks even better out of it. His stomach is all bronze beauty, as his impressive muscles flex and tighten at my touch.
His large cock pops free of the material. It’s ruddy with color and standing at attention like a good little—big—soldier.
Needing a better angle, I maneuver myself to sitting on the edge of the bed. When Oren doesn’t protest my new position, I get comfortable on my bottom. Because the bed was made for the Voltan, it’s exceptionally tall and my feet dangle without touching the ground. That puts me at just the right height to enact my plan.
Leaning forward, I pepper soft kisses along Oren’s belly. Reflexively, his muscles bunch at the delicate contact. Using my tongue, I lave a path down his hip, avoiding his shaft by only a whisper. The sensitive appendage jumps and quivers with need as I trace a line up and down either side of it.
Oren snags his fingers in my hair and cranes back my head. “I said suck it, Aurora! Enough teasing. I want you to swallow me down your throat. I want it rough and fast. Nothing else will do tonight.”
My core clenches at his filthy words. Maintaining eye contact, I open wide and take in the head of his cock, suckling it as he raptly watches me.
Hissing in a sharp breath, Oren begins to pump his hips, soundlessly demanding more. When I’m not quick enough to oblige him, he adds pressure against my head, forcing me to swallow several more inches of him down my throat.
“That’s it,” he praises, angling his hips closer so he can control my movements. “You’re so good at that, Kitten. Fuck, you make me so hard that I want to slide into your little throat and fuck it hard. Do you want that, Aurora? Do you want me to fill your throat with my hard cock?”
I moan my response of pleasure against his length which turns him on all the more.
“Damn that’s good! Open your throat.” Using my hair like the strings of his sexual marionette, he rams my face against his belly, then pulls me back, then performs the act all over again. And again.
I’m so turned on, my juices begin to run down my thighs. My pussy is pulsing, needing a release that only Oren can give me. It’s torture, unable to reach down and relieve the building tension. I squeeze my thighs together, but it only manages to make it worse.
Pushing myself beyond my limits, I suck and swallow Oren’s cock down my throat before letting him slide back out. In, out. In, out. The rhythm drives me as high as it does him. The sounds are wet and obscene. Spit dribbles down my chin. My breath is ragged. When I take him nearly to the root, I choke on his length, causing me to feel both dizzy and high at the same time.
Oren works his hips like a steam engine until I sense he’s about to come. Doubling down on my speed and pressure, I hum against his flesh as I suck him off. I want his cum so bad, I can practically taste it; their pearly liquid is somehow addictive. My own personal dessert, one I’ll never grow tired of no matter how many times he feeds it to me.
Without warning, Oren pulls back and pops free from my lips. I growl, deprived of my prize: his seed in my mouth and dripping hotly down my breasts and belly.
“Turn around,” Oren barks, choking his cock at the base with his fist to stave off his orgasm.
