Enthralled (The Enslaved Duet 1)

I wanted to give voice to the pleasure, to release a little of the helium desire filling me overfull until I felt I would burst.

But I didn’t want to give in to his desires. I promised to obey him, but I had warned him I wouldn’t be docile.

“I doubt you can get me there no matter how long you try,” I panted out.

His shocked, rusty laugh bathed my hot sex in cool air.

“That is what we call topping from the bottom, topolina, and it will not work with me.”

His mouth went back to work on my pussy, somehow even more intense this time. Then there was pressure at my entrance, and I tried to squirm away because I had never before been breached.

I’d had a strange relationship with my old agent Landon Knox, but it wasn’t sexual, and even though I’d always been curious about sex, I shared a bedroom with my three sisters so exploration was simply not an option.

“Has anyone ever played with this sweet cunt before?”

I moaned as his thumb swirled harder and harder with each pass until it slid through my incredible slickness inside me a few inches.

He reared up out of his seat, his hand still on my cunt while the other used my hair as a lever to pull me up to meet his mouth. His lips swallowed my gasp as he continued to rotate his thumb inside the sensitive walls of my sex.

He tasted like lightly salted pasta water.

He tasted like me.

I groaned against his tongue, undone by the onslaught of feelings, so ready to orgasm for the first time in my life that I was willing to do anything he asked in exchange for an end to this climbing, swelling pleasure.

“One day soon, topolina, I’m going to bury my big cock in your pussy. You’re going to struggle and writhe against me, beg me to have mercy on your painfully tight cunt. But I won’t take mercy. I’ll bury myself to the hilt inside you and use you until you are raw.”

I gasped into his mouth, then moaned as his tongue traced my lips before plunging back inside, rubbing against mine in sync with the rhythm of his fingers between my thighs. My poor, confused brain struggled to understand how his words could pour over me like kerosene, lighting the fire he was kindling between my legs into a full-blown blaze.

Was it possible to hate a man, but love the way he made your body feel?

It didn’t seem possible, yet there I was, on the edge of my first orgasm given to me at the hands of my own personal Hades.

“I’ll fuck you while you cry, and I’ll keep fucking you until your sweet, sore cunt clenches around me when you finally come for your Master,” he continued in a slightly roughened voice that gave away how aroused he truly was. “I’ll train you to orgasm on command and, topolina, your first lesson begins now. You have thirty seconds to come for me, or I’ll take a cane to your ass.”

He pulled away enough to look into my eyes, his prominent cheekbones flushed with pink, his eyes entirely black with pleasure, and I thought I did that. I was satisfying some primal need in him, something dark and base that needed to pin me to the table and dominate me. Even as he gave me pleasure, I knew I was returning it threefold.

He needed this, needed me to get off.

It shouldn’t have been so arousing to know that, and it shouldn’t have made my chest warm with something more than lust, but it did.

I looked into his ferocious, bestial eyes, and in less than thirty seconds, I came all over his hand.

My body seemed to split along every seam, my molecules falling out over the table like stuffing from a doll. The world disappeared as my mind fractured, everything but those big, long lashed grey eyes that stared at me in fiery triumph as I pulsed around his thumb and gasped into his face.

“This is mine,” he growled, slapping my pussy sharply so that I shuddered violently. “You are mine.”

And for one brief second while I lay depleted and torn apart from desire on his dining room table, I agreed with him.

When I woke up the next morning, my inner thighs were slick with arousal, and a groan was lodged in my throat.

I’d been dreaming of Alexander.

Riddick was standing over me, his stern features entirely free of censure even though I was naked once more, and there was enough dim light filtering in through the windows to make the moisture on my thighs glisten.

Shame sluiced over me like a bucket of ice water extinguishing the lingering desire burning through my skin. Even then, I could still feel Alexander’s mouth on my sex like a permanent brand, and I wondered anxiously if it was a mark I’d wear for the rest of my life.