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My eyes rolled back in my head and my entire body started to quake, reacting violently to the vibrations between my thighs. Even though I was expecting it, when it powered down once again I yelled out with fury, shaking with the passion that was bursting at the seams within me.
My cunt throbbed, my core screaming for more, but I knew this device would never give me what I want. It was meant to torment me.
For what felt like hours, it tortured me. All four of my captors watched with insane interest. Talor, Biran, and Dex surrounded me, their fingers exploring my flesh, gliding over my belly and my breasts, flicking the nipple clamps time and time again.
I was soaked with arousal, so much so that it had begun to drip down my inner thighs. I should have been mortified with shame, but I couldn’t focus on that. All I could think about was how turned on I was, how much I wanted to orgasm, and how much I wanted the bullet not to stop. I needed it not to stop.
“Please,” I begged.
“Please what, Mya,” Talor answered.
“I need,” I began, before I clamped my mouth shut. The bullet had begun again, and my body prepared for the roller coaster that would ultimately follow. I screamed, I struggled, I tried to grind against it harder and when my efforts ultimately failed, I cried out with my frustration. My breath caught in my throat.
Tears clouded my vision and I struggled not to cry.
“Please. Do what you want to me,” I begged. “But please. Please let me come.”
“Will you obey us?” Talor questioned.
I knew I wouldn’t. I was fairly certain he knew I wouldn’t, but I couldn’t handle being on the cusp of orgasm all night. I needed release.
I would have reached for him if I could.
“Have you ever had a man before, Mya?” Talor asked thoughtfully, his eyes searching mine. There was a certain gentleness there that took me off guard for a moment. Out of my mind with passionate desire as I was, I could have sworn I saw a flash of concern in his eyes as he stared at me.
I shook my head, desperate as the bullet started up again.
My hips rolled, fucking the little bullet despite my efforts not to. I cried out and a single tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. Talor leaned forward, using his finger to wipe it away and I moaned forlornly before him.
I felt weak. Punished.
“Promise me that you’ll at least try to obey me,” he said softly, trailing kisses down my neck, gentle, sweet, and wet. Promising so much more if only I would submit to him. Submit to all four of them.
Would it be so wrong? To allow myself to enjoy my time here despite the fact I’d been abducted by the enemy to my people, to my species? Did it even matter?
I shuddered, struggling against the riptide of pleasure that was demanding my body to acquiesce, to give in, to submit completely.
Deep down, I felt it building. I tried to fight it, but it was too much and once again the bullet brought me to the precipice of a cliff of passion, but it wouldn’t let me achieve release.
I let all my anger fall away. Everything I’d ever remembered about Vakarrans, I threw away in that moment. I gave in to the beat of my heart and let myself feel it all. I’d allow myself freedom, just for a little while.
“Yes. I’ll submit,” I cried out when the torture device ultimately stopped once again.
Talor grinned, his thumb brushing over my lip and I sighed at his gentleness. He leaned toward me, capturing my lips with his and my heart nearly burst in my chest. He devoured me, claimed me in that kiss like nothing that I’d ever could have imagined, and I reveled in it.
His tongue probed between my lips and I surrendered to it completely. He took me in ways I had never imagined, without taking my virginity just yet. My head whirled with the implications of it.
His touch was like a drug and I wanted more of it.
I felt my heartbeat hammer in my chest, each beat like a lightning strike, a symphony of passion ready to burst at any moment and only Talor could master it. Every nerve in my body felt electrified, ready to fire at any moment.
My chest rose and fell with effort to hold back my orgasm. At any moment, if he would just touch me, I’d shatter into pieces before them all.
“Are you ready, Mya?” he murmured, and I moaned in response.
I wanted him to take me. I didn’t want him to. I didn’t know. I didn’t really care. All I knew is that I needed release and I would do anything to get it. Even let him fuck me.
“Just let me come,” I begged, my voice shaky and pleading.
