“Stop. Stop!” I cried. I was going to die of pleasure.
All at once, the vibrations in the U toy and the nipple gems tapered off, then stopped completely. Tark continued to lick at my clit, but gently, as if easing me down.
“Is that all your body can give me, gara?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I was out of my mind, my body was not my own, it was his.
“Yes, what?” He nipped at my clit with his teeth, gently, and I moaned, my body a writhing mass of highly stimulated nerves.
“Master. Yes, master.” He was the master of my body, and now, I was afraid, master of my heart as well. I trusted him. He made me feel safe and cared for, protected and adored. With him, I didn’t have to hide my desire or my fire, in his arms I could let everything go. I could fall, and he would catch me.
“Who owns your pleasure, Eva?”
Was this a trick question? He pulled the toy inside me halfway out, then slowly pushed it back inside. My hips lifted toward his mouth of their own volition. My body was like a finely tuned instrument, and he was playing me. “You do, master.”
“Yes, I do.” He smiled, right before he turned the vibrations back on. “And I will tell you when you’ve had enough.” Tark wiggled the toy and attacked my clit with his mouth, suckling and fucking me with the toy until I arced up off the bed like a bowstring, unable to resist his carnal dominance over my body as he forced me to another peak. Unable to cry out, I whimpered when my release came with the fury of a tornado ripping through my body.
Before I could catch my breath, he pulled the toy from my well-used body and tossed it aside. Coming up on his knees, Tark knelt between my splayed thighs. He gripped one of my hands, lifted it above my head, then the other, holding them tightly in place as he secured them with a thick leather tie. I tugged at the hold and knew he would not free me. He would take me as he wanted. My pussy clenched around empty air, the pain of my arousal caused the lips of my pussy to pulse with pain in time to my heart’s rapid beat. I needed him inside me, filling me. Making me his. I needed his pleasure, his possession. I needed to be what he wanted, to give him what he wanted.
“It’s time to fuck you now.”
I nodded my head even as silent tears streamed from the corners of my eyes. The intensity of his possession, of his control over my body, of my release, overwhelmed me and I couldn’t hold back the tears. Those tears were me, my soul, the emotional dam bursting open inside me here, now, in the safety of his embrace.
I was his, body and soul, and would deny him nothing. While the toy had been amazing, it hadn’t been Tark’s cock and I craved his hard length stretching me wide. I needed the connection. I needed to see him strain, to watch him lose himself in the pleasure only my body could give him. I needed to know that he was mine.
He lined himself up and slid into me in one smooth, long stroke. He dropped down onto his forearms so his head was right above mine and filled me completely. I was pinned down, my hands secure above my head, my hips pressed into the soft bed by his. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but let him fuck me.
Holding himself still, he murmured, “Gara.”
Lowering his head, he kissed me as he moved. Fucking and kissing. He was remarkably gentle and this… this was something more. This was a validation that we belonged to each other. He’d most certainly given me my pleasure, but I knew—I could feel—that I was more to him than just a woman to fuck and breed. He’d changed, even in the ridiculously short time I’d been on Trion. His hardness, the angles and planes of frustration and power, were softened. I’d done that to him.
I could ease his worry, soften the burden that was on his shoulders as high councilor. In this moment, he was able to lose himself in me, seek pleasure and comfort. Not as high councilor, not as the leader of his people, not as powerful man who had many people looking to him for guidance.
With me, he was simply Tark, the man. His motions shifted from a gentle glide and the sweet friction of his cock returned me to the brink of release as if my desire was a tinder rekindled to bright fire. Swiftly, his pace quickened as if he were reaching for something. I understood.
“Tark. Let go.” I used his name on purpose, let him know that he didn’t even have to worry about protecting me in this moment. He could just succumb to the pleasure he found in my body, in the release that I could give to him.
He tilted his head up and looked at me. Sweat dripped onto my breast.
“I can’t lose control. I never lose control.” He ran his hands along my arms and squeezed my wrists. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied, his hips shifting and churning.
Bringing my legs up, I pressed my knees into his sides so he could fill me even deeper.
I shook my head. “You won’t. You can’t.”
Perhaps it was my tone, or the look on my face, or the way my inner walls clenched on his cock, but the mask slipped. His face hardened, his jaw clenched tight, and his eyes closed. Hooking the back of my knee in the crook of his elbow, he angled me up and drove into me. I cried out because he’d filled me almost too full, but he didn’t stop.
“Yes,” I cried, letting him know I wanted it. I did. I wanted all of him. If we were so well matched, I could take it. I could handle whatever he gave me, I needed to accept him, all of him. I needed to please him, to make him happy, to submit to his desire. I met him each time he thrust into me; his grip tightened on my leg and my hip and I knew my wild response was pushing him to the edge of his control. Th
e sound of fucking filled the tent—rough, carnal, and wet.
“I want a baby, Tark. Your baby. Give it to me,” I panted. I did. I wanted to give him the baby he desired, the one I’d longed for but never imagined. I’d been appalled by the idea of being bred, that Tark’s main goal for a mate was to find a woman that was fertile and could give him the heir he needed.
But this wasn’t what we were doing. We weren’t fucking over a ceremonial stand. We weren’t being watched or recorded for the bride program processing center. We were just a man and a woman who needed each other and showed our desires, our reason for being by coming together in such a way. I was powerful. I could turn Tark into a rutting animal, eager and desperate for his release, until everything but filling me was cleared from his mind.
“Please, Tark.”
“You want it, gara?” he growled.