“Put your mouth here,” he said, rough-voiced. He wrapped his fist around his erection.
She stared at those gray eyes, at the desire and command in them. He knew she wouldn’t refuse. Not when he said it like that. She licked her lips. What will it taste like? The end of it was just the right size to slide into her mouth. She put out her hand. The bulbous head smelled fresh and felt soft, with an exciting underlying hardness. He’d bathed already, she realized.
He watched as she put her mouth to the head, then hesitantly engulfed more of him. Her saliva made his cock slide sweetly. It sent a shiver through her, desire flaring between her thighs as she recalled the feel of him, how he’d filled her. When her lips met his hand and she licked at him, swirling her tongue around his cock, he groaned.
“Slow,” he croaked. “Seeing your mouth wrapped round me—”
He released his cock and held her head, guiding her movements, then reached down. The unexpected pinch of fingers and thumbs on her nipples shocked her. She couldn’t move; the world became nothing more than her mouth with him inside, her nipples, and what lay between her thighs.
Theo chuckled. She blinked up at him. “You’d better let that go before you bite me.”
His cock glided from her mouth, leaving it strangely empty and her lips swollen. Salty precum had leaked onto her tongue. He joined her in the water, then moved her so she faced away.
“Sit on me.”
Oh, now that appealed to her. He wedged her feet half under and behind his so she couldn’t slip in the water. With his hands guiding her, the tip of him probed at her entrance, then pressed on in, sliding slowly, like an airship docking into its moorings, so far up inside, her throat closed over again.
“Ah-unhh.” She clamped her eyes shut. Squeezed, down there, tight. If she died right then and there, she’d be happy.
“You’re easily pleased,” he whispered. “Now stay there. Don’t move.” He nibbled at her ear while playing gently with the areolae yet never quite…touching them. “Stop wriggling,” he commanded, biting her lobe, hard.
Oh. Even his bite sent electricity through her, lighting her up everywhere that counted.
Impaled, she panted. How could he make her feel like this? Aching, until it took over her every thought, until all she wanted was to move? The loss of control, the presence of someone who could make her do what he desired, it intoxicated her as nothing else ever had.
“Now?” she begged, gasping as he twitched inside her, and her flesh answered.
“No.” He stroked her neck. “Today, this will be all we do. Day after tomorrow, we’re going on a picnic, where I intend to make love to you, and you are going to let me do whatever I wish.”
“Outside?” she asked, frowning. Whatever he wished? “No tying me up?”
“Perhaps.”
“No,” she said firmly.
Just as firmly, he tweaked her nipples and bit her neck. She almost came.
“Saying no is not allowed. Not yet. Wait and see.” He put a hand under her bottom, one finger slithering wetly between their bodies to the entrance to her anus.
“Hey!” she muttered, squirming, but he held an arm under her breasts and gently wormed the finger inside.
“Saying no might have consequences. Like your little ass here being next on the menu.”
She said nothing, absorbing the strange new sensation, head lowered, eyelids half-closed. It was different—odd, yet nice. Her nerves registered his cock, then his finger. She couldn’t seem to stop feeling them both. Now one, now the other. Mmm. Her clitoris twitched, engorging.
Theo kissed her neck and then pulled finger and cock out of her as he pushed her up and off his lap. The sudden change made her whimper. He stood. “I’ll find your clothes.”
While she washed off the bubbles and toweled dry, Theo brought in a set of clothes and laid it out on the chair. In the time she had to herself as she dressed, she questioned what had come over her. Why did she let this man command her? Inkline had done that, and she’d hated him for it. With Theo, it was entirely different. As if her needs were his own, he made sure she reveled in everything they did. Except for when he simply did what he wanted. She smiled. Like he just had. Which strangely pleased her even more.
The plans she’d made of merely pretending to Theo that he had the upper hand had faded away. She didn’t want that anymore. She wanted this, the relationship they had.
They breakfasted at a table set up before the large window in the bedroom, with morning light slanting in across the dishes and glinting off the silver cutlery.
“There’s one requirement that I have to insist upon. I agree with Dankyo that you must write out for us exactly what you know about frankenstructs and the PME. The smallest detail may be important.”
She slowly spread butter across a piece of toast. “I can do that.” She smiled. “In triplicate if you like.”