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He draped his arms around her, lifting her bosom with his forearm, while he traveled the contours of her waist and hip line with his fingertips. Kissing the back of her neck, he rocked against her. Already his protruding erection was as hard as steel. She nestled into his embrace and tilted her head to one side, enabling him to trail kisses around her throat.
“In here, you’ll be naked at all times.” He plucked at the seam of her dress and hitched it up so that it lifted above her knees. Modesty had been necessary on the flight, but not any longer.
“I’ll be naked at all times, sir,” she repeated softly. She slipped out of his clutches and, slowly and gracefully, she let the dress fall down, unveiling her smooth skin. She tossed her hair about and smiled. “Do I please you?”
“Oh, sweetness,” he murmured, stepping toward her with his prominent erection showing through his pants. She mirrored his movements by edging backwards. “You do.”
The heel of her foot caught one of the cushions. Bending her knees, she carefully lowered her bottom. Once down, she leaned back on her elbows and parted her legs slightly.
Marco stood over her and his height cast a long shadow. Freya admired how he carried his large frame with an athletic ease. His eyes burnt brightly beneath the dark lines of his eyebrows. When they sparkled like that, she recognized the passion was about to burst out of him. Buoyed by his enthusiasm, she rode a surge of lust-induced adrenaline and put aside any trepidation she might have at meeting his needs over the next few hours.
He crouched down and grasped each ankle, separating them further and giving him the perfect view of her pussy and the shaven folds of her sex. Her breathing quickened as he crawled over, keeping his weight off her until his chin leveled with hers. Other than his boots, he’d not removed any clothing. The metallic trim of his black uniform glimmered and she hooked her arms around his back and drew him closer.
With a low moan, he ground his covered cock against her pubis, and she arched her back, lifting her hips higher to meet him. The warmth of his body cruised closer, and she gasped as his skin skated against her erect nipples, tickling them with his proximity. She shut her eyes.
“Mine,” he whispered into her ear. “You’re mine.”
“Yes,” she hissed, lingering on the last sound as he nipped her earlobe.
“You’ve changed me, Freya. An everlasting change. I’m unable to fight it any longer.”
“I feel it, too, Marco.” She opened her eyes and met his gaze.
“I know now what you need from me. I can’t hide behind my rank, my kind, my dominance. I love you, Freya Caspari.”
Tears pricked her eyes and she clutched the back of his shirt. “I love you, too.”
She’d said it. The relief of hearing him admit to what must be an alien concept was tremendous. “Thank you,” she mouthed in English.
“Now that you know, I want you to understand I still expect your obedience and respect. Agreed?”
She nodded.
He clucked his tongue and rocked his hardness against her one more time. “Freya?”
She grinned. “I agree, sir.”
To her surprise, he lifted himself up and back onto his feet. He uncovered his cock and the swollen glans glistened with pre-cum.
“Kneel and show me how much you’ve learned.” He held the shaft in his fist and ready to place it between her lips.
For a couple of seconds, nerves almost overwhelmed her. She’d had many lessons on the technique in the last weeks using an artificial phallus, but none of them had required practicing on a fully erect penis. Freya crept forward on all fours. She stuck out her tongue as she approached and licked the ridge on the underside of the cock, tasting the trace of his leakage.
“Good,” he murmured. “Open your mouth wide.”
She knelt, tucking her hands behind her back, and rose higher, until she had the height to lower her mouth around his upright cock. When he coiled his fingers in the loose strands of her hair, he tipped her head back and slid his erection deeper. She used all those techniques the overseers suggested to overcome her natural reflexes. They worked. He thrust, gently at first, down her throat, then withdrew the head to rest on the tip of her tongue. When he reentered, he paused, and she sucked, feeling the texture of his skin and the pulse in his veins.
Marco’s grip tightened and her scalp tingled. The next thrust was faster, then another and she had to snatch her breaths between them. When he stilled, it was her turn to work her tongue and lips, keeping him on the brink of coming.
As her jaw began to ache and she struggled to consume him, he juddered and a spurt of hot liquid fired down her throat. She swallowed the fountain. Just. He maintained his erection as she expected.
“Stay there,” he told her.
She curled up on the floor as he moved about the tent, setting up something. She felt warm and fuzzy. The taste of his cum lingered in her mouth and she circled her tongue around, scooping the flavor up. She liked it.
When she stirred, propping herself up on an elbow, she gaped at the contraption Marco had constructed between two poles. Like any large tent, it relied on rigid support poles to hold up the apex of the roof. Two of them were situated three or so meters apart. Between them he strung a rope, which in the middle section was covered in a wad of padding. Hanging above it from both poles were looped straps. Freya’s eyes widened with alarm. It was a bondage rig of some kind, she deduced.
Marco swung the rope and it swayed back and forth. “I think I’ve got it at the right height for you.”
