So on the final morning she broke their routine. Instead of waking to Khar’s erection or his tongue tracing her most sensitive places, she decided to surprise him. She had also noticed that mornings made him more vulnerable, more easily undone. If she ever wanted to see him lose control completely, this was her chance.
She knelt between his legs and took the head of him into her mouth.
Slowly. Intentionally.
Her lips and tongue worked him with patient sensuality until he hardened fully, a low groan tearing from him even as he slept. She knew the exact moment he woke when his hand closed in her hair and his voice dropped into a rough, half-sleep snarl.
“This is torture, you devious female.”
She dragged her own far less threatening teeth along his skin in warning, mimicking the way he teased her.
Message received.
Khar escalated instantly.
He lifted her, turned her with effortless strength until her thighs framed his face, yet she could still reach him. The sudden shift stole her breath.
“Let’s wager,” he said calmly. “Since you are so confident. If I finish first, you get to tyrannize me all of this cycle. Every small command obeyed. But if you finish first, then from this morning until nightfall, I will be inside one of your openings. Do you accept?”
Lily could not imagine how he planned to turn this around. The angle was strange, but after seven chrono-cycles of near-constant nakedness, embarrassment had long since burned away.
“Deal.”
She shuddered when his tongue swept softly over her, unhurried and precise. She was already slick, but she could handle it. She worked him harder, faster, determined not to lose momentum.
Then he slapped her throbbing center.
Not hard, but sharp enough to send pleasure screaming through her entire body. He acted as if nothing had happened and returned to slow, expert attention. Just as she steadied herself, another strike landed.
After that, there was no mercy.
His fingers joined his mouth, and Lily tried to focus on her own task, on her tongue and lips and his reactions, but under that kind of assault it was impossible.
“Khar, no… stop…”
“I cannot,” he said calmly. “The stakes are serious.”
She could only whimper as the inevitable claimed her. Her orgasm tore through her long and trembling, spilling over his face as she cried out.
He barely gave her a moment to recover.
Handling her as though she were something precious, he lifted her down, sat on the edge of the bed, and positioned her between his knees.
“Now,” he said, “finish what you started.”
She glared at him, defiant even as her pulse raced, then took him into her mouth.
To her surprise, it took almost nothing. His thighs tightened, his breath broke, and he came with a deep, guttural moan, heat flooding her mouth.
Lily usually hated swallowing. Taste was tolerable. Texture was not. She braced herself for the awkward moment, ready to pull back and wipe her mouth.
Of course, Khar shattered that expectation too.
The taste was salty and musky, not unpleasant. The texture slid silk-smooth across her tongue. Lily swallowed.
Then, deliberately, she licked him again, slow over shaft and head, just to see what he would do.
Khar stared at her as though she were something miraculous, his focus never wavering.
