“There’s a button near the top that will activate the laser mechanism. Before you press it, make sure your hand is clear of the metal portion toward the top. Click the button again if you want to turn it off.”
She does as I instruct and the blue laser arches over the top of the handle. Her eyes go wide and she smiles as she clicks the button again.
“So it’s like a really dangerous lighter, got it.” She winks at me.
“Think you can cut me free without hurting either one of us?”
“I’m not completely helpless, you know. I spit right in Fer’oon’s eyes,” she gloats. Her dress is in shreds, only hanging to her perfect body by just a few threads.
“And you’re telling me to calm down? You’re lucky he didn’t kill us for that alone.”
“Ke’ain, he wants the money. We’re safe if we pay him, right?”
“Safe, well, I guess that’s relative. They didn’t blow up the si’bok. That means someone else did. There’s a contract on your head.”
She frowns. “The stuff on the railing looked an awful lot like what the Deenz secrete. Do you think they did it?”
“At this rate, I wouldn’t put anything past them. Maybe it’s best if we get you into hiding until we can get this sorted.” Even as the words leave my mouth, I know I could never be that far from her.
She scoffs and slaps my chest again, holding her palm against my pec. “You know, with everything that’s happened to me recently, I don’t think I want to hide. If they wanna take me, they’re going to. I’d rather spend all the time I can with you.”
There’s a look in her eyes that has me curious as to justhowshe wants to spend our time together. She trails a finger down my torso and stops just above my waistband.
“So, let's try and get a game plan together. How are we going to do this without splitting up and sending me away to some alien version of witness protection?”
I can’t tell if she’s intending to be so overtly sexual, but my cock doesn’t care. It presses against the seam of my trousers and begs to be touched.
“Opal, just cut me down, and we’ll figure something out,” I say, trying not to sound exasperated with her.
She drags her pink finger down the crotch seam of my trousers and palms the growing bulge between my thighs.
She presses her tits into me and whispers in my ear, “What if I don’t want to cut you down yet?”
Opal engages the auto fastener on my waistband and sets my cock free. It rests on her belly.
“What do you want to do, then?” I ask, more curious than annoyed.
She puts her warm hand onto my cock, but holds it still. As much as I try to arch up, to force some movement between her pretty little fingers and my engorged dick, the restraints hold.
“I want you to tell me what we’re going to do. If it’s a good answer, maybe you’ll get a reward.” Opal smiles. “Maybe I’ve got a fear boner, but I kind of like seeing you trussed up like this, Ke’ain. I have a feeling this might be the only way you let me pleasure you for once.”
F’tee me, Opal is so devious at this moment I barely recognize her.
“If you keep your hand on my cock, I don’t think my brain will get enough blood to come up with any good answers for you.” I bite my lip as she tortures me by simply not moving.
When she squeezes my dick, I moan like a f’teeing virgin.
“Aw, poor Ke’ain. I think you can figure something out.”
She leans in and licks my ear lobe. My cock jumps in her hand.
“We. Stay. Together,” I manage to get out.
Her hand pumps me once, sliding the precum from my cock’s head down its length. She adds her other hand to cup my balls, tugging them down softly. It makes my sac instantly want to pull in. When I would give her anything just to keep moving, she stills.
“Great answer, babe. Now, how are we going to do that?” She kisses me softly, but pulls aways as I seek her mouth again with my own. I love the way her fist looks clasped around my cock.
“You marry me, we declare war against the Deenz, I murder every single one of them with my own hands, and I fuck you every single chance I get for the rest of our lives,” I scramble to get out.
