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He tugged against the restraints, and she tsked.

"That's to keep you in place, tall, dark, and handsome." She blew a kiss, and the top of her index finger glowed with a brilliant white light. "Ready to feel the burn, lover?" She touched his chest, and his body jerked away in reaction. Rivka leaned down to lick the heated path. Goose bumps broke out all over his flesh. The stinging pain continued as she drew a mosaic across his skin, soothing each pain with her heated mouth. By the time she reached his hipbone he was ready to spontaneously combust. She palmed his straining cock and rubbed her thumb in the blue liquid that seeped from his head.

"You're close, aren't you? I knew you'd love this."

"How?" he croaked.

"Because everyone likes to be a little out of control once in a while, and you’ve been wound up tight for far too long, General." Their gazes lock as she bent her head and flicked out her tongue to lick the blue pre-cum off her thumb.

"In the spirit of doing things differently, I want you to come somewhere else this time."

"Where?"

"I want you to come on my tits."

His jaw dropped open, and he blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"You heard me right. I want you to come on my tits." In the blink of an eye her corset was gone, and she was engulfing his rigid cock between her full breasts.

"Fuck." His eyes were glued to the sight. The contrast of brown and white was beautiful, and her skin hot and soft. His tip yielded more cum, and she sped up, providing more friction.

"Mmm, I can tell how much you like this. Move your hips, I won't break." He obliged her, rocking upward. The pull of the invisible bonds that still held him heightened his pleasure with their pull.

"Come on, General, you can do better than that. Fuck ‘em the way you do my pussy." His words hit him like a shot fired at the beginning of a race. He bucked, tugging on the invisible ropes as he gritted his teeth. The muscles in his back clenched.

"Shit. I'm going to come."

"Do it. Come on, spray all over me."

"Fuck!" Her words were the clincher, and he let go, spewing his blue goodness all over her chest and himself. The warm liquid glistened on her skin like blue jewels. Her moans of satisfaction were the perfect crescendo to the moment she'd built up. His lids lowered, and he groaned when she brought her hands up to massage the creamy substance on her breasts before she brought one up to her mouth and sucked it dry. "Savory."

"That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life."

"I have a lot more up my sleeve." She snapped her fingers, and the bonds holding him broke. "Let me help." She moved over to the edge of the bed by his head and massaged his wrist. "Let's get the circulation going again. They weren't that tight, but better safe than sorry."

"You make a habit of tying folks up, Riv?" she paused.

"No, but by far you have been the most fun."

"Good, because Ima need you to do it again."

She threw her head back and laughed. "I think that can be arranged." She ended her kneading. "Other wrist, please." He leaned over and gave her the other hand. "As much as I'd love to go into a round two, we need to hit the showers and head out. I have an appointment to plan another mating ceremony, and you have a boys’ night."

"I would ditch my brothers any night of the week for just a second longer with you."

She placed his hand on the bed and smiled. "Okay, that's sweet." Rivka leaned down and cupped his cheek. His heart soared at the intimate gesture. Progress! She dropped her hand to her side and stood. "Shower time."

He studied her as he moved to follow her into the bathroom. She woke things in him he hadn't realized existed. He'd liked what she'd done to him just now, and every time she took command of his body worked like an aphrodisiac. They entered the bathroom, and he started the shower up with his mind. They played down their powers a lot in public, but in the privacy of his home he could relax and be himself.

"Keep your hands to yourself, or we'll never get out of here," Rivka said as she removed her outfit with her powers, tested the water with her hand, and stepped inside the stall.

"Those words don't match the look in your eyes." Bastien stepped in behind her.

"Wants versus responsibilities." She ducked under the water’s spray, and he grabbed his body wash from the shower rack behind her. Pouring an ample amount into his hand he replaced it, rubbing his hands to get a good lather as he fixed his gaze on the sandstone tiles. If he looked at her body glistening with water they'd never make it out of here. Fifteen minutes they were dressed and walking out of his room. Phelan and Zasha paused when they caught sight of them.

"Rivka?" Zasha whispered.

"Hi." Rivka waved.


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