Born

Her lips parted in shock, and she said nothing, just stared down at him for a full minute. Grinding his molars together he refused to lessen the silence.

Hurting her was the only option left to him—he needed her to stop before she claimed his heart with her lies.

“I can’t figure you out, Cormack. You say you don’t want to die, then go quietly to the draining chamber, begging me to go on without you. Now you’re vile to me because you mistakenly believe I was prepared to do exactly that. Even though I was ready to die with you, that I traded the most valuable object I have ever possessed to rescue you!”

How I want to believe. Cormack felt a tearing, as though his heart burst from his chest to go to her.

Panicking, he said the first thing that came to mind.

“So are you going to fuck me or not?"

He’d hope his crassness would shock her, but his task mistress was not so easily cowed. “Is that what you want, for me to fuck you?” Reaching around behind her back she made contact with his blanket covered cock, gripping him so hard he shouted out loud.

Her eyes glowed, studying his face for his reaction as her fingers slowly stroked over the length of him.

“Do you know what I think? I think you like to push me, provoke me until I’m rough with you. Is that what you want, to be gentle with me while I dominate you?”

At her words, his balls drew up tight and he fought his release even as the seed climbed his shaft.

The vivid memory of a whip across his back, helped cool his ardor to manageable levels and he gasped.

“No pain.”

“No pain,” she confirmed. Throwing off the blanket she looked over her shoulder at his throbbing erection. Gripping him directly, skin to skin she ordered, “You will not come until I tell you to come.”

His entire body shook with the need for release but he gave a jerky nod. “Yes.”

Thumbing the slit on the head of his cock she asked “Yes, who?”

“Yes, Task Mistress.”

She nodded crisply and let him go. Fisting the fabric of her shift, she hauled it up over her head and tossed it on the floor. Seeing her astride him naked and totally in control, he let his heart go.

Truthfully, he’d never had a choice in the matter.

15

Though Allora had strode through the Bred barracks on a daily basis, whip coiled on her belt, gauntlets ready to take out an unruly foe, never had she felt more powerful than perched naked atop Cormack. The tendons in his arms and neck stood out in sharp relief, as though he struggled against the shackles. With her weight pinning him to the floor, he wasn’t going anywhere, until she decided to let him up. He has to earn that privilege. She thought wickedly. Since his cock looked ready to expel its seed, she decided to ignore it and indulge herself instead.

Sliding her hands first up over her thighs, then across her belly to cup her breasts. He licked his lips as she rolled her hard nipples—eyes fixated on her every movement.

“Tell me what you are thinking.” The commanding tone came so naturally to her and his body tensed as though on the verge of orgasm.

Gaze sliding from her breasts to her face he rasped, “I want to taste you there.”

Could she trust him not to hurt her? He’d been livid only moments before and perhaps tormenting Cormack sexually had not been the best plan. She stared into his eyes, searching his soul for the gentle lover that had brought her more pleasure than she had ever known.

“No pain.” She reiterated his earlier words.

Bright blue eyes concurred with his vow. “Only pleasure between us.”

Bracing her hands on either side of his head, she leaned forward until her right breast aligned with his mouth. Heaving a shaky breath she hoped she made the right decision.

His tongue darted out, swirling over the taut bud again and again. Moaning his name she leaned down, urging him to take her breast between his lips. He did so, sucking greedily. His teeth scraped gently over the pebbled nipple and her need increased. How she wanted to free his hands so he could stroke between her legs the way he had done before.

He released her with a wet sounding pop, only to turn his head and latch on to the other breast. Allora threw her head back, grinding her aching sex against his firm stomach muscles.

With a final lick he shuddered beneath her. “Move up, so I can taste you between your legs again.”

Ignoring that he had given her the command, she did as he asked and slid upward until her knees had been planted on either side of his face.

Hot breath fell against her sensitive flesh. “Hold your lips open for me.”

She did, vowing this would be the last command she’d take from him.

His first caress was light, barely perceptible and yet her sex clenched, aching for his possession.

Another hard, wet stroke delivered to the sensitive nub then he dragged his tongue down to circle the opening to her body.

“More,” she begged. He pressed a little harder, following the same maddening path, not driving her hard the way she needed but teasing her, tormenting her.