“Please, Tyrok,” I say, using my feet to manipulate his upthrust rod, since my hands are still bound behind my head. “Please let your girl ride your cock.”
Something changes in his gaze. His hand snaps to the collar and he uses it to drag me to my feet. I go with the motion as he spins me about, taking my seat on the sofa. It’s not worth a bunch of credits any longer, if you will.
He pulls me onto his lap as if I weigh nothing. I lift my leg, straddling his lap as he holds his cock steady with one hand. I grit my teeth as his crown enters me. The spurs aren’t hard like bone, but semi rigid and pliable. And they don’t stay still, either, they flex in and out. I can feel his heartbeat through them as I slowly lower myself onto his shaft.
My body is ready for him, and my pussy as it greedily gobbles him up inch by inch. At last I settle on his lap, and our eyes meet. He’s entered me for the first time, and the significance is not lost on either of us. He kisses me again, before turning his mouth to my breasts. I cry out, hands coming from behind my head. Islide my arms over his head until my bound wrists are behind his neck, pulling him more firmly into my body.
Then I move, and show him that we study more than just stuffy literature at the Companions Academy. Tyrok groans into my breasts, his body moving in concert with mine as if that’s what we were born to do.
I grind against him, his cock stretching me, the spurs flexing in and out with every movement. It’s more than just physical, this connection. I can almost feel his impending climax in my own mind. I know just how to move to delay it a little longer while still driving him wild.
“Say you love your collar,” he commands as we heave together.
“I--I love my collar,” I shout. Then my voice rises in pitch and grows more guttural as I cum, hard, while riding his cock. “I love my collar!”
He cries out as he comes inside of me, filing me with his hot seed. I collapse against him, legs turned to jelly, body much the same as I writhe on his body. His powerful arms embrace me, pulling me in tighter, until I can feel his heart beating a few inches from my own.
He gently lifts me from his semi-rigid member and arranges me on his lap. With an almost casual flick of his finger, he cuts the panties binding my wrists together. I immediately throw my arms around him again, shivering with aftershocks as I lean against his chest.
We stay that way for a long time, without speaking. There’s nothing to say. He strokes my hair gently as our sweat mingles and cools. I lose track of time, but eventually he speaks.
“You’re still thinking,” he says.
“I’m always thinking,” I reply.
“That’s going to get in the way.”
“It hasn’t yet.”
A quiet breath leaves him, something that almost becomes a laugh but doesn’t fully commit, and the sound of it settles into the space between us.
“No,” he says. “It hasn’t.”
The moment steadies, the intensity held in place instead of pushed further, and I realize that what I expected this to be isn’t what it is at all.
“You’re not holding anything back,” he says.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t need to,” I reply.
CHAPTER 10
TYROK
Idon’t move right away after it ends, because the hesitation itself tells me something I don’t like.
The room has gone quiet again, but it isn’t the same quiet as before. It doesn’t feel empty or waiting, and it doesn’t carry the tension of something unresolved. Instead, it settles into place like something has shifted whether I intended it to or not, and that kind of shift doesn’t happen without consequence. The air still holds a trace of heat, faint but persistent, and I remain aware of her presence in a way that doesn’t fade with distance.
That’s where the problem starts.
I don’t let things sit like that, not in my head and not in my space, because anything that lingers too long becomes something that can’t be controlled. I step back finally, creating distance where there wasn’t any before, and the shift is immediate, not just in the room but in the way my thoughts realign.
“You’re still here,” I say.
She looks at me like the answer is obvious. “You didn’t tell me to leave.”
