Rocking my hips up and forward beneath her, I rubbed the fabric of my pants that had gathered into a hard fold at the base of my cock against her clit.
“Ahhh!” The first tremor of her orgasm gripped my cock, and I stopped. Everything. I let her go. Pulled her off my cock which I was sure was as excruciating for me as it was for her. Released her from my arms and placed her gently on the floor. When she rolled onto her side with a whimper, it took every ounce of power and discipline I had not to give in, to roll her onto
her back and plunge deep, to take what I knew she would give me.
But I did not want a quick fuck. Despite the gods and fate and every other damn thing in the universe, I wanted her to be mine. I would not fail her by being weak when she needed me to be stronger than I’d ever been before. She would know I would not falter, would not give in. I would give her everything… in trade for her submission.
“Isaak! That was mean.”
“I am not Isaak.” I walked to a flat section of the wall and opened a small compartment, my cock hard and long, coated in her juices. The head was flared and angry, pre-cum seeping from it like a faucet.
I went to the S-gen machine, ordered up what I wanted. I considered the use of the Prillon training device on her perfect ass. I would generate one of those... for later.
For now…
Rolling her onto her back, I was pleased when she did not resist. She did not use her safe word. I couldn’t help but smile at my defiant, submissive one. She didn’t realize that in her refusal to say her special word that she was submitting. Not well, but she was nonetheless. I refused to tell her that, for I had no doubt she’d call it then, just out of spite alone.
“Call me Master.”
She shook her head, her long hair a tangle on the floor behind her. “No way. Sorry. The sex might be great, but—”
I squatted down beside her and attached the device to one nipple ring, and she glanced down, confused. “What is that?”
The second went on her opposite ring before she had finished the question. And then I gently moved her thighs apart and attached the third to her clit. Admiring my work, wishing I had true chains and adornments to drape all over her beautiful curves—and the Trion right to do so—I slid the control device onto my finger and walked to the door, stripping my pants as I went. When I reached the far side of the room, I turned and stood with my back to the only exit. She had come up onto her knees but looked down at her piercings and the small device I had attached to her clit. No doubt they felt heavy, even without me activating the devices I’d attached. Although there was nowhere for her to go on the ship. No retreat. Her only escape was the one word. Hurricane.
“Come to me, gara. Come to your master and kneel.”
She tilted her head to the side as if I had confused her. She looked so delicate and soft. So vulnerable. Naked. Mine. Not forever but for now, she was mine.
“Do I need to say the word? Because you are getting weirder and—”
I activated the control on my finger, and she cried out, dropping to her hands and knees as the devices I had placed on her erogenous zones came to life. When she lifted her head to gaze up at me with wide, aroused eyes, when it looked like she would speak, I turned up the power and watched her roll onto her side, her head thrown back, hands clasped over her breasts as she moaned with pleasure. Her hips writhed.
“Oh, God.”
I turned them off. “Not a god. A dominant Trion male and your master.”
“Holy shit.” She craned her neck to look at me, and I recognized the fire in her gaze. The defiance. “I just wanted to feel good for a few minutes. I don’t need this whole Dom-sub game you are playing.”
I activated the device. Again. And again. Never allowing her to come. Just building her higher and higher into her pleasure until I had no doubt she’d come all over my cock the instant I sank inside her. A sheen of sweat coated her skin, her body was flushed, her nipples tight. Her pussy lips, which I caught a glimpse of every time she shifted and squirmed, were dark and swollen.
“This is not a game. Your pleasure is mine. Your orgasms are mine. Your body is mine. I am your master.”
8
Zara
I was going to kill him. Or fuck him. Or lick him all over.
If I could get close enough before he sent another delicious zing through my entire body like lightning to my nipples and my clit. I was on the edge, had been for too long, since he pushed that huge cock inside me… then did nothing.
I ached. I needed to come. Not just wanted. Not turned on, fired up, whatever. My body was in full-on revolt. If I thought he would let me, I would reach downtown and take care of my orgasm myself.
Sliding my hands low to try, I wasn’t even close when he zapped me again. My eyes rolled into the back of my fucking head, and I moaned.
I could say hurricane, and it would stop. But did I want it to stop? No. Hell, no. But I wanted to come, and the only way that was going to happen was if he allowed my release.
Allowed me. How had I sunk to that?