“I–I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” he gasped, shocked at how this woman somehow made all of his years of training and control fail him.
She pulled him out of her mouth, looking up at him with ravenous lust. “Good,” was all she said before slipping her lips back over his shaft with gusto.
Rykker, to his credit, tried to hold on, but the motion of her tongue on the bottom of his cock while her hand gently caressed his balls was just too much. She felt him tense and knew it was coming any second, pulling back a little so he wasn’t right against her throat. She knew how hard he came, and she wanted to feel him gushing across her tongue.
Rykker cried out, grabbing onto the counter as he came, his orgasm rushing from him with force and heat as his balls contracted tight to his body. Olivia was delighted to find that the pheromonal bond not only made him smell good, but his taste was absolutely aphrodisiacal, arousing her even more as she savored his salty flavor like she’d never experienced with any man.
He twitched a few moments, breathing hard, then reached down, pulling her to her feet. His lips met hers, his tongue in her mouth, sharing his cum as their tongues danced with electric desire. He slid his hand up her dress to find she wasn’t wearing any undergarments. That, and how absolutely wet she was.
His strong hands spun her around, one hand pushing her forward over the counter while the other slowly slid her dress up, the material teasing up her thighs and over her ass. He rubbed his cock against her clit from behind, making her body jerk spasmodically, then pressed it against her dripping hole, sliding all the way in and falling into a steady rhythm, hard as ever and ready for more.
Olivia came almost immediately when he reached around and rubbed her clit, the first climax hitting her so hard and fast she nearly slid off the counter. But Rykker held her in place, relentlessly pounding her to another series of orgasms, each a little stronger than the last until she had to beg him to stop, if only for a minute.
He obliged, lifting her in his arms and carrying her to his bedroom. It was, like the rest of his house, immaculate. There were also some interesting additions, if she was interested.
“Do you enjoy restraints?” he asked, pulling a series of padded cuffs and straps from a sealed container.
Olivia knew he’d never used them with anyone but marveled that part of their training included even the kinkier joys of life. She couldn’t help but wonder.
“I’m game,” she said, absolutely confident of her safety with this man. The sub was the one in control in this setting and they both knew it.
“Give me your hands,” he said, gently sliding a padded cuff over each of them then cinching them tight. “And your ankles.”
Olivia obliged, the pressure of the cuffs wonderfully arousing, like a soft leather hug.
Rykker lifted her and flipped her onto her stomach, quickly attaching her wrists and ankles to the straps, fastening them to clip points on the force-generated bed. “Setting four-oh,” he said, the bed shifting its position, a comfortably soft pressureraising her ass up in the air while supporting her chest and head, leaving her with her face unobstructed and breathing easily.
“Vorix,” he said. “Say this word and I will stop at once.”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she shot back, her aching pussy straining for him to penetrate her and make her his.
But Rykker, just this once, didnotdo as she said, rather taking his time, teasing her body with gentle caresses. His hand slapped against her ass, the sound shocking her more than the impact. He rubbed the reddened cheek, then slapped it again, switching to the other, then moving between them, pausing to kiss the now heated flesh, his tongue trailing down between her legs.
Olivia was absolutely aching for him, her nerve endings on fire.
She nearly blacked out when he finally pushed his cock into her, plunging deep, filling her up in the most delicious way. She pulled hard on the restraints, the tension of her flexed muscles adding to the pleasure as he began thrusting into her. The ball of tingling, sparkly energy in her chest spread fast through the rest of her body, making every inch of her feel like a sexual organ throbbing with stimulation. It was incredible and almost too much.
Almost.
“Yes! Yes!” she cried out as he fucked her even harder, her body supported just right on the wonderful force cushion. “More. I want…Oooooh fuck!” she blurted as he slipped a thick finger in her ass, this time pressing his digit down against the rippling, thrusting length of his cock as it thrust in her pussy, applying mind-blowing pressure to it from inside her ass.
Olivia’s hearing went muffled, and her head felt hotter than the sun as her world cracked open. She came over and over, thrashing and bucking, held in place by her restraints and the man impaling her on his cock.
He was relentless, pounding her with a crazy gusto, the veins on his neck standing out as his body tensed, his balls finally erupting again with a massive climax, filling her up until his cum started flooding out of her with every thrust. But he was not stopping. He couldn’t stop. It was all too good. Too intense. And she was loving every second of it.
The two of them were intertwined, their orgasmic bliss linked, feeding off one another as they came together over and over again.
When time finally registered once again, Olivia felt the tension on her arms and legs release. A moment later Rykker’s twitching cock slid out from its newfound home, hot cum and juices trickling down her leg. He triggered the bed once more, the mattress going flat with an indentation for his arm. He slid it underneath her, wrapping her in his embrace and holding her ever so tight. Olivia was utterly spent, her body taken to its limits and beyond, feeling almost as if her very spirit was leaving its shell from the intensity of their union.
“You are all I want,” she heard him whisper just before she drifted off to sleep. “You and me. Doing this for the rest of our lives.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Olivia roused with the sun, her body full of energy despite, or possibly because of, the vigorous activities of the prior night. She slid from the bed and walked Rykker’s spacious home, taking in the sunrise from their vantage point on high. It was early, and the city was still quiet. Beautiful, futuristic, and one with the landscape around it, the perfect blending of technology and nature.
I could really get used to this place,she said, almost surprised to find herself feeling truly relaxed and happy despite being lost in space on a distant alien world.
She quietly put the crusted dishes in the cleansing unit, as she’d seen him do last night—that is, before she interrupted him with a vigorous mouth hug—then quietly spoke to his home’s AI unit. The note she dictated was short and sweet, thanking him for a wonderful meal and delightful time, and saying they would talk soon. She then retrieved her dress and coat and stepped out onto the lift disc, descending to ground level.
