less than a minute and already she trembled.
Every nerve ending below her waist buzzed. His thumb
circled her clitoris in a slow rhythm while he thrust in and
out of her at a leisurely pace. She tugged at her bonds, her
fingers curling into tight fists as he worked her body with
the knowledge of a skillful lover. Her nipples were so
hard now. She inhaled a shaky breath as his thumb moved
a little faster and that finger sliding in and out of her
curved. He touched a spot inside her channel that made her
cry out.
Chuckling against her breast, he touched that spot again
and again, his fingertip gliding over it as he penetrated
her. “Do you like that?”
“I—oh! Oh!”
His fingers stilled.
She wanted to scream at him. Her body was on fire
now. She needed something, needed him to keep going, to
show her what ecstasy felt like.
“Tell me, Hallie.”
“I like that,” she whispered. His finger plunged inside
her again, harder this time and deeper. “Oh! I like that.
Please! Please!”
“Please, Master,” he countered, his thumb resting
against the side of her clitoris. “Ask nicely, Hallie, and
I’ll show you everything.”
Master? Vicious wanted to be her master? Saturated
with arousal and burning with desire, she realized that she
didn’t care what he wanted to be called. “Please, Master.”
Vicious groaned and captured her lips. He plundered
her mouth with his kisses while his hand drove her higher
and higher toward the precipice of ecstasy. His thumb
swirled over her clitoris and that finger inside her stroked
and thrust until she thrashed against her bonds. Back
arched, she exploded beneath him, her hips lifting off the
table so hard the leather strap at her waist bit into her
flesh. “Oh! Oh!
Vicious
!”
His name burst forth from her lips as wave after wave
of rapturous wonder crashed down upon her body. He
groaned loudly and attacked her mouth, his tongue lashing
hers even as his fingers continued to massage her into a
frenzied state. She rocked under him, her bare breasts
smashed against his shirt. When he finally showed mercy,
she dropped back to the cold, hard table and struggled to
find her breath. He cupped her sex and suckled her
nipples. She whimpered at his erotic touch, her entire
body so sensitive, each lick and nibble inspired brief,
sharp pangs.
“I have to taste you.” He practically growled the words
as he rose on all fours above her and moved down her
naked body. At first she didn’t understand what he meant,
but when he slid into position, his broad shoulders
touching her wide-open thighs, she figured it out.
“No!” She desperately tried to close her legs but those
damn restraints refused to budge. “Please don’t do that.”
“Do what? This?” His tongue swiped her clit. She
bucked hard, her shoulders rising from the table at the
sheer shock of it all. “Mmm.” He made a hungry noise.
“Love the taste of this sweet pussy.”
His tongue slithered between her folds. It dipped inside
her channel and penetrated her in the same way his finger
had. She saw stars and couldn’t breathe. His fingertips
held her open as his tongue waggled side to side, licking
her from the opening of her sex to her clitoris and then
back down again. Even though it felt so damn good, she
knew it wasn’t right. “Please…Master…stop.”
Saying the words hadn’t been easy but it
did
stop him.
He lifted his head and stared at her with surprise and
amusement. “Master says no.”
“But—”
“Hallie, you enjoy my tongue on you. Why are you
protesting so much?”
She glared at the ceiling. “It’s not right. You shouldn’t
put your mouth
there
.”
“This is my body.” He rubbed her lower belly. “And
this,” he placed a soft kiss right atop her clit, “is my pussy.
I can do whatever I like to it. Even this.”
She cried out as he sucked her clitoris between his lips.
His tongue fluttered over the swollen kernel. The shock of
it ratcheted her arousal up so quickly she climaxed against
his tongue. Her clitoris pulsed as heat blossomed in her
belly and spread through her chest. The pleasure was so
intense and sudden, she thought she just might die.
He released her clitoris finally. She sagged against the
table, her muscles limp. “Tell me you didn’t like that.”
She started to speak but then slammed her lips together.
He laughed, the sound grating on her frayed nerves. “Don’t
make fun of me! I don’t—I don’t understand any of this.”
He stopped instantly. His calloused palm caressed the
space between her breasts. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He sighed and kissed her inner thigh. “Hallie, when you’re
with me, when we’re together like this, nothing is
improper or wrong. Do you understand? I’m your husband,
your mate and your master. If I say this is right, it’s right.
Forget whatever nonsense you were told about sex and
your body when you lived in the village.”
Was he right? Was it okay for her to enjoy his tongue
there? He didn’t seem the least bit bothered by her wanton
reaction.
And it did feel good. Wickedly, deliciously good.
He rubbed his chin across her mound. She inhaled
sharply and tried to pull away from the powerful
sensation. He increased the pressure until she stopped
squirming. “I want you to repeat what I say. All right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Master.” The words came easier now.
“Master, I enjoyed your tongue on my pussy.”
She hesitated. Could she really say that? “Master, I
enjoyed your tongue on my…pussy.”
She said the last word fast and quiet. Vicious laughed
and nipped at her inner thigh. She yelped at the bright flash
of discomfort. “Say it again, Hallie, and mean it this time.”
She could do this. It was just one silly sentence.
Besides, she
did
mean it. She
had
enjoyed his tongue on
her. She inhaled a brave breath and stated, “Master, I
enjoyed your tongue on my pussy.”
“I’m glad to hear that.” She could hear the smile in his
voice. “Now, tell me you want me to do it again.”
“Again?” She didn’t know if she could survive that.
“I’m not sure—”
“Hallie,” he interrupted, his tone stern.
She swallowed and licked her lower lip. “Master, I
want you to lick me again.”
“My pussy,” he clarified.
She frowned at his bossiness. If she ever got loose from
these restraints, she was going to wallop him. He pinched
her nipple and she gasped. “All right! Master, I want you
to lick my pussy again.”
He chuckled and playfully bit her inner thigh with just
enough pressure to make her shudder. “I’m giving you a lot
of leeway tonight, Hallie. A little more submission on
other nights would be appreciated—or else.”
Or else? Oh god. If this was him being easy on her,
what the heck was it going to be like when he wasn’t
showing her any leeway?
Those troubling thoughts fled the second his tongue
touched her pussy. It didn’t seem strange to think of that
part of her body in that way anymore. Hearing Vicious call
it that word and then saying it herself had removed so
much of the taboo.
Vicious penetrated her with his thumb while his tongue
drew lazy circles around her clit. She closed her eyes and
relished the wickedness of it. His talented tongue flicked
and fluttered until she squirmed and jerked at the cuffs.
When she shattered this time, he replaced his thumb with
two fingers, stretching and working her virgin passage
with ease. The slight pain of his intrusion was lessened by
the waves of pleasure rocking her body.
He sucked hard on her clitoris and let his fingers move
faster and deeper. She was so wet now she could hear his
fingers gliding in and out of her, the sound so decadently
naughty that it made her gasp. She cried out as the wild
ecstasy of the moment gripped her. She climaxed again,
this one more powerful and scarier than the others.
Vicious moaned against her pussy and lashed her with his
tongue.
Limp and boneless, she trembled as Vicious slowly
licked her clit and carefully removed his fingers. She
descended from the heights of ecstasy to the sounds of her
cuffs being unlatched. The straps across her waist and
neck were undone. Now only her white collar remained.
Vicious gathered her in his brawny arms and cradled
her to his broad chest. He kissed her temple as he carried
her out of the room and into his bedroom.
When he placed her in the center of his big bed, panic
invaded her belly.
This was it. He was going to take her now.
Chapter Three
Vicious stared down at Hallie. She looked so beautiful
splayed out against his dark-gray sheets. He’d planned to
consummate their relationship on his restraint table but
had changed his mind when he saw how scared she was.
His gut twisted at the thought of her fearing him. He’d
waited so long for a mate, for a woman to call his own.
The last thing he wanted was for her to shrink in fear
every time he touched her. He hoped after tonight, after
she was rid of the last of her virginity, she would come to
welcome his touch.
Hallie deserved a gentle, loving introduction to all of
this. He wasn’t the nicest of men—that he admitted freely
—but he wasn’t a monster. More than anything, he wanted
her to be happy. He needed her to know only pleasure in
his arms.
He slowly undressed, shedding his uniform, socks and
boots. She watched him from the center of the bed, her
innocent and wild-eyed gaze taking in every inch of bare
skin as it was revealed. He considered leaving his boxer
briefs on but shucked them after realizing it might make
her feel more comfortable if they were both just as naked
and vulnerable.
Her gaze zeroed in on his cock. A flash of panic
crossed her face. He didn’t blame her. Like most men of
his race, he had a big dick. It was a source of pride among
their men. Now, though, it would probably be a source of
frustration. That pretty pink pussy of hers had been so tight
around his fingers. He didn’t even know if it was possible
to penetrate her without causing too much pain but they
were damn sure going to try.
He placed a knee on the bed. She instantly scooted
away from him. He smiled at her attempt to evade.
Apparently she hadn’t learned anything from their game of
cat and mouse in the woods. Chasing her turned him on
something fierce. She could try to run all she liked. She
wasn’t getting out of this bedroom.
“Come here, Hallie.” He snapped his fingers and
pointed to the spot she’d been occupying. “We’re going to
consummate our bond now.”
She frowned and moved even closer to the edge of the
mattress. “I’m not a dog.”
Now it was
his
turn to frown. “I never said you were.
Now get back on the bed and open your thighs for me.”
She scoffed right in his face. “You should have kept me
cuffed if you wanted to boss me around, Vicious. I’m not
your toy. I’m a person.”
He gritted his teeth in annoyance. “I’m quite aware that
you’re not my toy, but you
are
my woman. I intend to have
you tonight.”
“What about me? Don’t I get a say in what happens?”
She gestured to her luscious body. “What if I don’t want
you to
have
me tonight?”
The thought of being denied his prize made his chest
tighten. His cock already ached fiercely. If she denied him,
he’d probably die from the galaxy’s worst case of blue
balls. “A few moments ago, you were begging me to
tongue you into another orgasm. You want me just as badly
as I want you.”
“You’re really full of yourself, you know that?”
“I never claimed to be a humble man.” He tried to
figure out how quickly she would react if he lunged at her.
He had to admit he rather liked this feisty game she was
playing. Making him work for her only ratcheted up his
desire. “Was I wrong? You did enjoy my mouth between
your thighs.”
She swallowed hard and dropped her gaze. “No,” she