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“Yes,” he said. “You’ve made me so hard.” Painful, too. His cock ached for the freedom to move. The bulge had pushed against his pants, tenting them.
“Yes,” she agreed and without a pause, she added, “Yes, I want it.”
Her eagerness surprised him. He expected he would have to labor the request with kisses and caresses. Even with the consent, she had to understand what it meant to be fucked by a Vendu. “I have to be sure you can do this, Freya. Vendu men are demanding. Our cocks stay hard.”
“Good,” she smiled. She lowered her hand and touched the ridge he’d created. She rubbed her palm slowly along the outline of his rod. He sucked in a breath. The sensation was more than delightful.
He snatched her wrist and held it away. “It stays hard until I’m spent. Typically, I come two or three times before I’m fully spent.”
Those blazing eyes widened and her cheeks flushed bright pink. “Seriously? You get off several times before it…” She drooped the forefinger of her other hand.
Marco laughed. He was really starting to enjoy her humor. “Yes. It does exactly that. But, don’t joke about it, Freya. I intend to fuck you long and hard, and I mean to take all of you. I have to. I can’t hold back from enjoying all you have to offer.”
The smile wasn’t on her face any longer; she’d replaced it with a serious expression. He tipped her chin up and studied her face, the small things he’d come to notice so quickly—the long lashes of her eyes, which were now dry, and the high cheekbones where the tears had landed. “I so want to fuck you, ever since I made you come. You’ve done something to me, Earthling. Don’t deny it, you feel the same.” He pointed to her leg.
She wouldn’t need to look; she’d feel it on her skin: the long trail of pussy sap making its way down her inner thigh. She had gotten very wet throughout her spanking and even the edge of the strap had failed to deter her lust.
“I… I didn’t intend…” she stuttered.
“Don’t feel ashamed.” He ran his hand down her back. Caresses were necessary to soothe her. He enjoyed the proximity of her bare skin and he savored her scent with a long inhale through his nostrils. He smelt a divine fragrance, which made his cock twitch. “Say yes. Say ‘take me.’ Please. I have to feel my cock fill your pussy.” He lowered his lips again, resuming the firm kisses before trailing them down her neck and capturing a nipple between his lips. He sucked the bud into his mouth, then nipped it with his teeth.
She pushed him away. The abruptness stunned him. What had gone wrong? However, her eyes showed no alarm; instead he detected a mischief in them. She reached forward and picked at his pants, loosening the fastening. His erection sprang free, ready to engorge fully.
“Oh. My. God,” she said quietly, almost to herself.
As usual when so sparked with lust, the head of his cock was pressing against his navel. He grasped the shaft in his hand and held it. The pulse of blood coursing through it thumped against his palm. “Kneel on the floor and take it in your mouth. If you do, I shall know you mean yes. From then on, you’ll be mine and I shall fuck you for however long I desire and how I like.”
She sank to her knees, saving him the agony of rejection.
He stood astride so as to lower his height, gripped his cock in his hand, and directed the swollen tip toward her open mouth. She stuck out her tongue, licked her lips, and tilted her head back.
“You won’t regret this, Freya.” He thrust his cock into her mouth.
* * *
Her whole body shook. It wasn’t a trembling born out of fear or anxiety. Instead, the uncontrollable shivers, which danced from one collection of muscles to another, had their origins in her desperate need for sex. The throbbing lines crossing her bottom had slipped into the deepest recesses of her mind. She’d never believed she could tolerate such a punishment, but she had and by the time he’d reached the last swoosh of the strap, she’d lost the ability to protest. The bindings had helped. Keeping her in place, they’d removed one obstacle of resistance—her inability to keep still.
She’d placed her trust him by agreeing to be tied to his desk. She continued to do so when he declared his intention to fuck her. Exposing his erection, he’d held the swollen shaft in his fist and she’d blinked several times, wondering how it would fit in her narrow tunnel. He wanted to use her in a way no man had ever done before and she doubted she could accommodate that cock in such a tight place.
Yet, when he spoke to her, she’d rallied and realized it was exactly what she wanted from him. Down in the canyon, the pit where she should be toiling hard, there was nothing for her. No ambition, no adventure besides that of surviving, and no sense of self-worth. What shocked her most was that his intention to fuck her made her feel alive again. More than alive; her heartbeats raced and her belly flip-flopped with raw excitement. Her exclamation, which came when she clapped eyes on his cock, was not one of fear, but need. When he told her to kneel and service him with her mouth, he spoke with the familiar air of authority she expected, but also something else. He was desperate, too.
She sank onto her knees and opened her mouth wide.
He plunged his cock into her orifice, but stopped short of her throat. His dimensions seemed huge, necessitating her to drop her jaw low and tilt her head back. He slid out, using the groove of her protruding tongue as his guide, before thrusting forward again with a soft growl. She curled her tongue around the head, fighting to find the space to lick the smooth glans. Spluttering, she gave up. It wasn’t going to be a delicate face fuck. To emphasize the point, he grasped a handful of her hair with one hand and her chin with the other. He swung his hips toward her and in response, she reached out and grabbed his legs, hooking her arms around his meaty thighs. The firm pillars of his muscular legs supported her as he continued to rock in and out of her mouth.
“Good,” he murmured.
The shaking continued unabated even when he permitted her the opportunity to snatch a few breaths. She’d sucked on cocks before, but none had been as hard as Marco’s. The trickle of pre-cum grew thicker and she swallowed the taste, finding the flavor sweeter than she’d imagined. She drew her cheeks in and dragged his member deeper into her throat. Her fever for lust seemed to consume her. A fire was alight inside her loins and she dripped copiously down her thighs. He tugged on her scalp and the sharp tingles resembled tiny electric shocks, adding to the excitement.
Freya glanced up to admire him. Her emotional state switched between being savagely turned on by his demeanor and near panic at her vulnerability. Above her, Marco remained clothed in his dark shirt and pants. He’d not given her an iota of flesh to gaze upon. The imbalance was deliberate, she decided. A reminder she was a prisoner, an alien, a subordinate. This warrior, the ruler of the planet, had her at his mercy. The next wave of shivers felt more like a tsunami racing over her flesh. How much longer would he keep her there, on her knees with an aching jaw, while he slid in and out of her mouth?
He grunted and rested his cock on her tongue. She sucked hard and a spurt of warmth filled the back of her throat. She gagged and swiftly swallowed the offering. His first come. He’d promised her there would be others before he lost his hardness.
He slipped his cock out of her mouth. She flopped against his legs and rested her face against his thigh. He stroked the strands of her hair and muttered something. Her Vendian was good, but perhaps not in the language of eroticism. What had he said to her?
Marco extracted himself from her arms, which were still clinging to his thighs, and she slumped back on her haunches. He fetched her a glass of water and she gulped it down enthusiastically. “Thank you.” She wiped her chin and handed back the glass.
“I’ve not finished,” he reminded her. It was apparent he wasn’t. His cock stood upright and the swollen head shimmered. “Rise, Freya.” He helped her to her feet. The shaking had diminished slightly.
