Colters revenge, p.6
Colter's Revenge, page 6
“I’m waiting, Starry Eyes,” he said impatiently, his fingers stroking the massive length.
Oh…heavens. She could barely form a coherent thought anymore. Right then all she wanted…no, all she needed was to taste him. To feel his engorged cock in her mouth, sliding down her throat. Needed to remind him how it had been between them when they’d been together. It was the only way she could think of to keep him away from Cheri Blakely.
Her breath hitched in her throat as he grabbed her by her arm and helped her up.
“On your knees, sweetheart.” Pleading gripped his voice.
Sexual tension rippled through her pussy at his command and she sank to her knees onto the warm, plush velvety carpet. Her mouth watered yet again at the sight of the dark silk arrow of hair aiming down to a thick thatch cradling two swollen spheres and his long, thick cock, which was only inches from her mouth. The angry purple mushroom-shaped head pulsed, a drop of pre-come appeared in the slit.
She could smell him. Hot, fresh male ready to be devoured.
Heart hammering wildly in her ears, she parted her lips and, with the tip of her tongue, gave the tip of his smooth, fat head a long luxurious swipe, sucking the salty dot into her mouth.
Delicious. Absolutely delicious.
His cock twitched. He groaned. Her nipples tingled in response.
“Bend your knees a little,” she whispered. He did as she asked and she sat up on her knees where she leisurely brushed one nipple and then the other one against his hot cock head, gasping at the pleasure sparks the gentle friction created. She watched as her bound, aching nipples grew even longer, harder, and the intricate web of veins in his shaft pulsed thicker, became engorged as she continued her seductive touches.
Then she nudged her breasts away and leaned her mouth closer, placing gentle kisses here and there, relishing his increasingly louder groans. When she reached his thick root, his hand fell away and she took one swollen, scratched, velvety-hard ball into her mouth, sucking gently, tenderly at the scratches with her tongue.
He sighed his thanks and moaned with her every ministration.
When she was finished sucking and soothing both his balls she let him go, kissing her way back up along the pulsing, hot length to find another bead of pre-come waiting for her.
“God, woman, you are the starry-eyed devil herself,” he whispered harshly as he placed his hand back on the root of his cock and aimed it toward her open mouth.
His words warmed her. The instant his silky, hard flesh touched her lips she could feel his tense need, the coiled desire in his cock.
From then on her instincts and pleasuring experience took over.
Opening her mouth, she allowed his silky, hard cock to come inside. For a split second she thought of escape, of sinking her teeth into his thick, juicy flesh, of hurting him as she’d been hurt by him.
That thought disintegrated as he said her name again, this time in an almost painful moan. As if his heart were being twisted, broken in the same way hers had been shattered.
He said her name again. This time a plea for her to continue. She hadn’t even realized she’d stopped. She pulled her head back, allowed his erection to slide almost all the way from her mouth before she pulled her head forward again, allowing him to sink back into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat.
Instantly she felt the rapid pulse of his cock and began a steady rhythm that matched it. Strangled moans ripped from him as she bobbed, allowing her tongue to caress the length of him, sucking her cheeks inward to fashion the same wet tightness of a woman’s channel.
His breaths grew ragged. The groans higher. His hips bucked against her in a frenzy. His cock grew tighter and suddenly he cried her name once again in warning and she smiled at the warm gush of salty stream sliding down her throat.
Greedily she accepted his liquid, her mind bringing her slowly back to the other times she’d done this to him. Times filled with passion.
A sharp, hot, tingling arousal knotted deep inside her belly. It spread outward, slid into her pussy as she remembered the tender way he’d touched her, had made love to her during those long, hot nights in the general’s palace.
Her warm thoughts shattered as he pulled his limp flesh from her throbbing mouth and he slumped onto the bed.
His breaths ragged through the room, his eyes were closed, sweat glistened on his forehead.
Her nipples burned, screamed to be released from their rubber restraints. To be soothed by his loving, hot mouth. Her pussy pounded with wicked anticipation he would in turn go down on her, her clit felt so engorged she knew a few hard rubs and she’d climax violently.
She had to get the cuffs off. Bring herself relief. Get her medicine before the next wave of submissiveness hit.
“I won’t allow you to make a slave out of me. I’m not as stupid and naïve as I was the last time we were together.”
Puzzlement slashed across his face. His eyes popped open. A fierce frown draped his full lips. He looked as if she’d just insulted him.
“I don’t think you’re stupid…or naïve,” he said softly.
God! She’d forgotten how sensitive he could be beneath that confident exterior.
“You sure are acting like it. A woman doesn’t want to be collared and used by a man she—” she was about to say “a man she once loved” then quickly changed her mind. He’d only laugh at her. “A man she hasn’t seen or heard from in years and used as if she’s just a piece of meat, a vessel for his own lust.”
She could hear his breathing slow. Could sense the tenseness between them begin to subside. If only a little.
“Forgive me, Starry Eyes.”
Halleluiah!
“I should be thinking about your relief too. Come closer so I can take off those rubbers from your nipples.”
Oh darn.
“You can un-cuff me. I’ll take them off.” The last thing she needed was for him to touch her with those gorgeous hands.
“Now you’re acting naïve,” he chuckled.
“Oh come on! I have things I need to do.”
“You mean doctors you need to fuck so you can get a chance at the cure. Maybe even have a go with that bodyguard I took care of.”
“He’s not my bodyguard. He’s one of my husbands,” she lied, hoping he’d get pissed off enough to let her go.
“The man’s been castrated and he doesn’t even have a tongue to pleasure you with.”
“There are other ways…and I might add he’s quite good, better than some men who are whole.”
That same shocked, horror look she’d seen earlier when she’d told him she was Claimed raced across his face, making her want to tell him the truth. She almost did, but another plan began to formulate. Something that would ensure she could have a better chance at getting the cure.
The best part was he’d never know she was using him. She just needed to get to her medication first and then she’d be able to go through with his planned sexual torture in one piece. She’d little doubt she couldn’t. After all, the past five years of knowing Colter had betrayed her had been enough torture to last a lifetime.
“You seriously didn’t think I wasn’t Claimed, did you? I already told you that I was,” Ashley said as she took advantage of his shock.
“Sorry, Starry Eyes, I didn’t buy it then and I don’t buy it now. Besides the general is a very powerful man in the Army and he’s got important connections in the government. I think he’d pull strings to keep you all to himself.”
“He has power but not that much power,” she lied. She kind of liked the look of jealousy flooding his face. Served him right for chaining her up without her permission.
“He has enough power to do whatever the hell he wants. Obviously he wanted to make sure he kept you. Do all those imaginary husbands keep you satisfied?” he growled. “I remember you as being very passionate, almost insatiable.”
“A lady never kisses and tells.”
“You’ll tell me.” His voice was now as soft as velvet, and she went as still as a board as his large hand reached out. A soft gasp escaped her lips as his fingers feather-brushed the aching nipple of her left breast.
Her nipple pulsed and beaded even harder in reaction.
He did the same to her other glass-peaked nipple, brushing it with featherlight touches with the tips of his fingers until she couldn’t stop herself from arching toward him.
“You never could resist my touch.”
“You’re an arrogant son of a bitch,” she whispered. Please, don’t stop doing what you’re doing.
“Your nipples are so damn beautiful. Like tiny, delicate rosebuds.”
She cried out as he used a small gadget to pry the rubber ring off her sore flesh. When her nipples were free, they pulsed and screamed with pleasure-pain as the blood rushed back. Colter was quick to come to her rescue. He sat up and curled his hands around her waist, pressing his face into her swollen breast, sucking one aching nipple at a time into his wonderfully hot mouth, the velvety yet abrasive texture of his wet tongue ravishing her flesh, flaming an erotic line of fire through her tender globes, which subsequently erupted between her thighs, deep inside her pussy.
“Let my hands loose,” she whispered, desperation roaring through her. She wanted to wrap her hands around his neck and push his face harder against her breasts. Wanted to feel the bristle of his sexy five o’clock shadow rake her nipples.
“Not on your life.”
“Colter, please…” His caressing mouth was burning her alive, making her think naughty things, making her forget why she’d come to Pleasure Palace in the first place.
The way his teeth nipped and bit made her breasts flame. Oh, God! His luscious mouth would be the death of her.
When he finally pulled away, it was all she could do to whimper her distress.
“That’s enough for now, Starry Eyes.”
For now?
“Time to get ready for bed.”
Her eyes popped open.
Bed?
“First, a shower.”
Her breath backed up in her lungs as she waited for him to grab her arm and lead her into the shower with him. Disappointment roared through her as, without looking back, he headed into her bathroom and quietly shut the door behind him.
* * * * *
Colter pressed his back against the bathroom door, wiped the perspiration beading his forehead and closed his eyes as the familiar lusty need churned through him. The need to dominate her. The need to brand her for his very own. To never let another man touch her.
His grip on revenge was sinking fast. He couldn’t go through with it. At least not without remembering how good the sex had been between Ashley and him. Maybe he should forget about revenge and concentrate on getting the X-virus cure. Maybe he should just leave Ashley here. Forget about her.
He should be sucking up to Cheri Blakely. Following Cheri Blakely—fucking her until she handed over the cure. He could grab it and never look back. Do it before he did something with Ashley he might regret.
Despite her saying she didn’t want him, he could read the sexual hunger devouring her eyes, felt the lusty tension in the eager way her satiny lips had melted around his cock.
He hadn’t planned on having her go down on him. Hadn’t planned it until he’d entered the room and seen her sitting on the bed, her hands cuffed, her generous breasts thrust out like sacrificial offerings with those two red, plump nipples that looked like cherries, her long legs hiding her pretty little pussy from his view. Her pretty lips parted in that familiar look of lust whenever she looked at him.
The erotic sight had made him hot.
Too hot to think clearly.
Merely touching her hard nipples then sucking the sweet buds into his mouth, feeling her burning flesh press eagerly against his tongue…it had pretty much caved in any resistance he had. He’d wanted to fuck her tight pussy right then and there.
The erotic sight of her luscious curves had clouded his thinking. Had made his cock ache and tighten so painfully the only immediate way he could allow himself relief was from her pretty, pouty mouth.
The blowjob had been…well, mind-blowing. Spectacular to say the least. Better than anything he’d ever remembered experiencing in his life. The cute way her head had bobbed as she’d handled his thick, pulsing cock had ignited a fierce warmth inside his heart for her.
She could have hurt him dearly if she’d wanted to. Her teeth were sharp. His parts ultrasensitive from Cheri’s scratches, but Ash hadn’t done anything to indicate he’d made her do something against her will.
Instead, her warm tongue had intimately caressed and tended to the burning scratches on his balls. Had touched and explored and sensually licked the entire length of his cock before expertly taking him into her hot mouth. The way she’d been able to take his large cock down her velvety throat without gagging had been awesome. But then again the general must have taught her that aspect of lovemaking and many other things.
His fists clenched in anger and he fought against the stabs of jealousy raking through him.
Man! He needed a cold shower. A really ice-cold shower.
Or perhaps he needed to find out what else the general had taught her?
Chapter Four
He wasn’t taking a shower or a bath, and it was awfully quiet in there. What was he doing? Thinking up new ways of sexually torturing her as he said he’d do?
By the time the door opened and he stepped out of the bathroom, her heart banged so hard against her chest she thought it would come right out.
He wasn’t naked as she’d expected him to be, but he wasn’t fully dressed either. Clad only in a sharp pair of black suit pants, he looked absolutely stunning without his dress shirt.
Warmth scuttled through her veins and her face heated as her eyes zeroed right in on his silver nipple rings.
“Looks like those imaginary husbands of yours haven’t been keeping you as satisfied as you’d have me believe.”
He held something up in his hand.
Oh shit! Her vibrator. The one she’d used earlier today while she’d showered and fantasized about him.
To her shock, her face flamed with embarrassment.
“Didn’t you know that a man’s cock, if used properly, is better than a vibrator? Or have you forgotten that fact?”
She watched warily as he walked over to the sex-toy cabinet again.
“Perhaps I should punish you for lying to me about your husbands. A woman with so many husbands wouldn’t need a vibrator, nor would she latch onto my cock so quickly and so hungrily, acting as if she hadn’t had one for quite some time.”
“I haven’t lied to you,” she lied, squirming uneasily on the bed as she watched him sort through the many items Pleasure Palace had stocked in the cabinet.
“If you were my woman, I’d forbid you to use sex toys when I wasn’t around. I’d want you hot and ready, on edge and eager to be fucked whenever I was in the mood.”
“A woman has needs too.”
Shut up, Ashley!
“I can see you have many needs…and if I remember correctly, many fetishes. Ah, here’s what I’m looking for.”
He turned around and her eyes widened at the items he dangled from his fingers.
“Clit clamps were a favorite of yours. You know I’m surprised the general didn’t outfit you with clit or nipple rings. He could have hung weights off them. Kept you aroused 24/7. Now I wonder why he’d allow you to wander around with a vibrator,” he pondered, and bit his bottom lip thoughtfully before turning around and looking through the cabinet again.
“Ah, here we are. Oh! And these too. Fantastic!”
Jesus! What was he getting all excited about?
Ashley swallowed at the wickedly tight throat, wishing she could have a glass of water or, better yet, another taste of his cock.
The sound of plastic ripped through the air and she noticed he was holding something in his hand. What it was she couldn’t tell.
But the lusty, smug kind of way he was looking at her just about made her come right on the spot.
There was something else he was holding in his hand as well. Velvety straps.
“Oh no, you don’t,” she cried out as he walked toward her.
“Oh yes, I am.”
“Colter. Don’t—”
His hot arm curled around her naked belly, pulling her right against him.
It took him only a split second to yank a pillow down from the top of the bed and hoist her belly first on top of the fluffy pillow.
Before she could even think, he’d removed her cuffs and strapped her wrists to the spirals on the bed. With her hands secured and her face down, she couldn’t get a good look at him, but when she kicked out with her free foot, she connected with something solid.
Yes!
He swore violently, grabbed her ankles, and bound and tied them too.
A sharp slap to her ass followed by a harsh chuckle made her freeze.
Another chuckle. “I knew that would get your attention. Brings back memories, does it?”
She shivered at the softness etching his voice. Remembered how her ass had burned so beautifully that weekend compliments from all the spankings he’d given her. Spankings that had made her so aroused she thought maybe she was some sort of sex maniac for loving everything Colter did to her. Then and now.
God! Stop remembering! Ashley stiffened as the blindfold came over her eyes and everything went black. Her heart was hammering so hard with excitement it just about came out of her chest.
The sound of plastic crinkling drifted to her ears.
“This is nice and fresh. They must have just put it into the cooler.”
Fresh? What was fresh? What cooler?
“What are you doing?”
He chuckled softly. “You’ll see.”
She heard the soft crackle of the plastic draw near her ear and a whiff of an odd aroma drifted beneath her nose.
“Can you guess what it smells like?”
