I wanted to laugh, but I sensed that he wasn’t completely joking.
“You’re ours, Amanda. Mates. You feel it, you know it.”
I flushed, for I felt the truth of his words through the collar, the burst of arousal he felt when he looked at me. The circles about my nipples tightened slightly and I gasped. The color on the bar shifted to orange.
He winked at me, knowing the clamps had tightened.
“I like watching your face when the toy starts playing with your hard nipples. I want to watch your face when you come all over my cock.”
I moaned then, for the words were just what I wanted to hear.
He sat down in a chair, legs spread wide, crooking his finger.
I moved toward him, the odd feel of the bar between my breasts more distracting since the slight increase in the tightness.
With one hand hooked about my waist, he pulled me to him so I straddled his hips, my breasts directly in line with his face. With the lightest of touches, Grigg licked my breast all around the outside of the metal circle, first one, then the other. The circle tightened.
My fingers tangled in his hair, wanting to keep his mouth directly over me. I writhed on his lap, shifting and rubbing his cock against my belly. I could feel his pre-cum seep from him and coat both our skins. The heat of it, the bonding essence, he called it, warmed me, spread through me like a drug. It was a drug, for I craved it. Needed it. Just the little stream that was coming from him was not enough. I wanted all of him, his cock buried deep and his seed coating my pussy.
“What about…what about Rav?”
I was not used to having two men. Was there a protocol regarding being with one of them without the other? Did one get jealous of the other?
“He is working. You are here, in need of a sex toy demonstration and a good fucking. We do not need to take you together all the time. You will find us insatiable, so be prepared to have your men on you morning, noon and night.”
With his nose, he nudged the bar between my breasts. It elicited a gasp from me and a tug on his hair.
“Let’s see how wet you are, how ready you are for my cock.”
He pushed me away from him, his grip tight on my hips as he scooted my ass to his knees, holding my thighs over his as he spread his legs, forcing my pussy to open in the space between us, easy for him to see and touch. I placed my hands on his shoulders for balance. While I knew he would not let me fall, I needed some kind of anchor.
“Don’t move.” The two words barely registered before his hand left my right hip to cup my wet heat. I knew I was wet, for the air cooled my sensitive flesh where my juices coated the folds of my core.
He explored me with two fingers, holding my gaze trapped with his own. I stared into his dark eyes as his fingers pushed slowly, so very slowly to fill me. His eyes filled with lust, need, desire and the look drove my arousal as much, or more than the bonding essence in his seed. No man had ever looked at me like he did, like he’d die if he didn’t fuck me. Like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. His desire was addictive, it made me feel powerful despite the fact that I was his to command, his to control. And that dichotomy confused me.
I blinked.
“No, Amanda. You will not look away.” Grigg fucked me with his fingers in a slow, sensual glide that wound me higher but would never give me the release I craved.
“I can’t—you are too—” Two blunt fingertips touched me deep inside, stroking the entrance to my womb and my legs tensed as I jerked at the sensation. God, he was so fucking deep.
“Too what?” he growled.
I shook my head, unwilling or unable to answer. I wasn’t sure which, my mind a scramble as the nipple toy suddenly turned a dark red, sending a small jolt of electric shock through the sensitive tips as it tightened farther, just enough to make me moan, a tickle of electricity.
Grigg sighed and removed one hand from my wet core and the other from my hip. I missed his touch instantly, suddenly feeling cold and empty, too alone. I longed for our physical connection, his touch a balm to my senses. I was free to stand, to get off his lap and walk away from whatever game we were playing. But I didn’t. I stayed, right where I was, open and panting, scared to death of how much I wanted to please him. I wanted more. I wanted whatever he would give me.
When had I gone from brilliant, independent spy to needy, clingy woman? And why with him? Rav excited me, and I felt safe with him, desired and pleasured, but something about Grigg made me lose my freaking sanity. With Grigg, I lost myself, and that scared me more than anything ever had, more than being shot at during a high-speed chase, more than death itself.
The match is 99%…perfect for you in every way. Warden Egara’s words came back to haunt me. That was the only explanation. The matching protocol must work, just as promised. Which meant Grigg must truly be mine. If that was true, he had to be honorable, loyal, honest. If he weren’t, I wouldn’t want him, wouldn’t be attracted to him. Character mattered to me. Therefore, Grigg wouldn’t be the kind of man to take advantage of an entire planet of people as Robert had insinuated. He just wouldn’t. Was the CIA wrong? Were we just too new to the Coalition to understand or was I drugged by lust and blinded to the truth?
“You lied to me, Amanda.”
“What?” Between my wet pussy, pinched nipples, thundering heart and my panicked mind, I couldn’t process what he was talking about.
“You lied to me about the sex toys. About a lot of things, I’m afraid.”
Nervous now, I tried to close my legs, but his hands came down on top of my things like clamps. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”