Caught by Menace (8 page)

“Menace…” She breathed his name as need gripped

her.

“Tel me I can have you,” he instructed, his voice

husky. “Give me permission to have you, Naya.”

She didn’t think twice. “Yes.”

With a low hum of excitement, Menace swept her up

in his arms and carried her to the oddly shaped couch.

He placed her on it and knelt near her feet. Even on the

floor, he loomed over her. Those long arms could reach

every part of her body.

Overcome with nerves, she licked her lips. He

grasped the bottom of his shirt and puled it up and over

grasped the bottom of his shirt and puled it up and over

his head. It was tossed over his shoulder and

disappeared from sight. He removed one boot and sock

and then the other. His tactical pants quickly folowed.

When he stood up to push his boxer briefs down his

strong thighs, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She’d

seen a few naked men in her time but none compared to

Menace. Tattoos emblazoned the tanned skin of his right

side. Myriad scars, some puckered and pink and others

a glossy white and extremely thin, dotted his body. This

man had known such immense pain and violence. Maybe

they had something in common after al.

Her gaze slid to his cock. She tried to hide her shock,

but his smug smile told her she wasn’t successful. She

couldn’t blame him for being smug. It was a huge cock.

Thick and long and erect, it commanded her attention.

Her pussy pulsed as she imagined what it would feel like

to have that massive tool inside her. Very, very good, she

guessed.

Menace knelt down at the edge of the couch again.

He picked up her foot and caressed her calf. His fingertip

traced some of the scratches she’d received from running

through the woods. “Do these hurt?”

She shook her head. “They’re just ugly.”

She shook her head. “They’re just ugly.”

“I’ve got something in my med kit that wil help them

heal.” He lowered his head and kissed each and every

one of the scratches. She held her breath as his lips

danced up one leg and then the other. He placed her feet

back on the cushion and let his hands glide up and down

her thighs.

When he didn’t go straight for the prize, so to speak,

she was impressed. The few lovers she’d had in the past

had always zeroed in on the secret spot between her

thighs almost as quickly as her pants had been out of the

way. But not Menace. He seemed to have other ideas

about seduction—and she liked them.

With one knee on the couch, Menace nuzzled her

neck. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation of

his hot breath tickling her earlobe and his big, warm hand

stroking her outer thigh. A bit breathless, she remarked,

“You’re very good at this.”

He chuckled against her throat and licked the spot

where her pulse raced. “I want the first time to be good

for you.”

Her heart stammered but for al the wrong reasons. It

wasn’t his desire to make the experience wonderful for

wasn’t his desire to make the experience wonderful for

her that made her heart race. No, it was the realization

that he thought she was a virgin. She’d heard stories

about these Harcos men and their penchant for virgin

brides—something she most definitely could never be.

Alarmed by his misconception, Naya put both hands

on his chest and shoved him up off her. Frowning, he

gazed down at her with concern in his green eyes. “Did I

do something wrong? Am I moving too fast?”

“No.” There was no easy way to break the truth to

him. Best to just blurt it out, she figured. “Menace, I’m

not a virgin.”

His expression turned to one of amusement. “And?”

Confused, she replied, “You said you wanted the first

time to be good for me.”

“I do.” He kissed her with such tenderness. “Our first

time,” he clarified. Holding her gaze, he asked, “Why

would I care about the state of your hymen?”

His blunt question made her face burn. “I thought you

sky warriors were big on the whole virgin bride thing.”

“Some are,” Menace confirmed, “but I’m not one of

them.” His fingertips folowed the line of her jaw down to

the curve of her throat. “You’re fine just the way you

are.”

are.”

Naya couldn’t believe this fearsome sky warrior who

had stolen her away from her planet had just said the

most romantic thing she’d ever heard. “Oh.”

“Stop worrying,” he urged. “Don’t think. Don’t

question. Just feel, Naya.”

Don’t think? Don’t question? How about asking

me not to breathe?

Menace claimed her mouth in a sensual kiss. He left

her dizzy and trembling when his mouth finaly broke

away from hers. If he kept kissing her like that, it would

be almost impossible for her to think or question. She

might not even be able to draw air into her lungs.

He flicked through the buttons on the shirt and pushed

the fabric off her shoulders. She sat up just enough to

alow him to whisk it away. Naked again and at his

mercy, she baled up her hands and placed them on her

thighs.

Menace spotted them instantly and clasped her wrists.

“No.
Relax.
”

“I can’t help it.”

“Do I need to cuff you?”

Her stomach lurched as the memories of being cuffed

Her stomach lurched as the memories of being cuffed

and arrested flashed before her eyes. She didn’t want

those ugly thoughts to intrude on this moment. “Please

don’t.”

Menace tilted his head. Had he seen the fear in her

eyes? Probably. To his credit, he didn’t mention her

weakness. Instead he lifted her hands overhead and

carefuly pried her fists open. He pushed her fingers

against the big wide loops of braided material above the

couch. “Hold on to these.”

Relieved not to be cuffed, she gripped the fabric

loops. “I won’t let go.”

He chuckled and placed a noisy kiss right above her

breast. “I’m sure you won’t.”

“Ah!” she moaned as Menace traced her nipple with

his tongue. The sensitive flesh puckered as he laved her

dark skin. He sucked her nipple between his lips and

licked across the tight bud. Inhaling sharply, she tried to

press her knees together as her clit throbbed to life.

Menace’s position between her legs made it impossible.

“You have extremely sensitive breasts,” he remarked.

A light graze of his teeth against her supple flesh made

her shiver. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filed

her shiver. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filed

with awe.

She groaned when he pinched her nipple between his

fingertips and concentrated al his oral efforts on the other

one. Back arching, Naya surrendered to Menace’s

tormenting fingers and mouth. She’d never experienced

anything like this. Every nerve ending in her body burned.

Down below, her clit pulsed almost painfuly. She felt

sure that if she reached down and touched the pink pearl,

she’d come instantly.

When Menace suddenly moved, she protested with a

whimper. “Where are you going?”

“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured and rubbed her

lower bely. “I’m just grabbing something from this

drawer.”

She folowed his hand to the cabinets and drawers

lining the wal. He tugged open the second drawer from

the top of one cabinet and retrieved something shiny and

metal. Swalowing hard, she stared at the object he

displayed on his flattened palm. They were two bright-

blue, tiny clips with black, padded tips hooked together

on a chain. She’d never seen anything like it. “What is

that?”

“They’re nipple clamps.”

“They’re nipple clamps.”

Her gaze jumped to his face. “Excuse me?”

He laughed at her shocked expression. “They’re

nipple clamps. They squeeze your nipples.”

“But—why?”

“It feels good.”

“For whom?’

“For you.”

She narrowed her gaze. “Says the man who isn’t

having his breasts tortured by them.”

“There you go again with the torture claims.” Menace

shook his head. “If I was torturing you, would I ask your

permission?”

“Wel…no.”

“Would you like to try them?”

“No.” The answer jumped from her lips. “Absolutely

not.”

“Are you sure?” He didn’t seem the least bit daunted

by her refusal. “You might realy enjoy them.” He

shrugged. “You might hate them. You won’t know until

you try.”

She pursed her lips. “You’re not going to let this go,

are you?”

are you?”

He grinned mischievously. “No.”

Roling her eyes, she sighed dramaticaly. “Fine. I’l try

them—but if they hurt, I’m taking them off immediately.”

“Fair enough.” Clamps in hand, Menace crawled over

her on the couch and skimmed her neck with his lips. He

didn’t go straight for her breasts but took his time licking

and kissing and nibbling until she was burning hot again.

As he played with her left nipple, he asked, “What’s your

favorite color?’

The odd question threw her for a loop. “What?”

“Your favorite color,” he repeated. “What is it?”

“Blue. Why?”

“I’m going to give you a safeword. It’s the word you’l

say when you’re feeling overwhelmed or frightened or

uncomfortable when we’re together. We can safely

explore your boundaries that way.”

“Blue,” she repeated skepticaly. “Why can’t I just say

stop?”

“Because sometimes we say stop when we realy

mean
go
.”

“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever—
oh
!” She

gasped when Menace applied the first clamp to her

gasped when Menace applied the first clamp to her

nipple. The sharp pinch of pain took her breath away.

“Ow!”

He adjusted the pinching power of the clamp to a

more tolerable level. “How’s that? Are we blue?”

Were they? She didn’t know. She just knew that the

clamp squeezing her nipple felt so strange. Not bad,

exactly, but realy weird. “No.”

“Al right. Let’s try the other one.” He adjusted the

tension before placing it around her right nipple. “How’s

that?”

She made a face. “Okay.”

“Okay good? Okay bad?”

“Okay good? Maybe?”

He laughed. “Wel you’re not trying to whack me

upside the head and you’re not screaming
blue
, so I

think we’re al right.”

Naya hissed when Menace grabbed the chain

between the two clamps and puled it taut. The tug on her

nipples sent a bright flash of discomfort arcing through

her chest. He squeezed the large ring dangling from the

front of her white colar. There was some kind of opening

mechanism in the hoop, because he was able to loop the

mechanism in the hoop, because he was able to loop the

nipple clamp chain onto the loop and close it. The new

tension on the chain accentuated the tugging pul of the

clamps around her nipples.

Menace kissed the tip of her nose and then her mouth.

He massaged her breasts in his huge hands. Her nipples

throbbed but it wasn’t painful. She felt more aware of her

breasts than ever. Goose bumps prickled her skin.

Menace playfuly flicked the clamps and made her gasp.

After a deep, lingering kiss, Menace made his way

slowly down her body again, kissing here and teasingly

biting there until he was on his knees at the edge of the

couch. He grasped her thighs and pushed them wide

apart. She gulped at the realization her pussy was on ful

display now.

“Put your feet here.” He pressed them into place,

bending her knees and opening her thighs even wider.

“That’s it, Naya. Just like that.”

Her bely wobbled as Menace swept his palm over

her sex. She kept the area neatly groomed with just a

smal, perfectly trimmed triangle crowning her mound and

the rest of her pussy bare. Menace ran his fingertips

down her smooth slit. “I like this. I think I’l let you keep

it.”

it.”

She roled her eyes. “Oh, that’s so kind of you.”

He chuckled and carefuly parted the lips of her sex.

She could feel the cool air in the room against her hot,

slick flesh. He framed her swolen clit between two

fingers. “You have the prettiest clit I’ve ever seen.”

Wel, that was a compliment she’d never imagined

receiving! Uncertain what to say to such a remark, she

simply watched him as he explored her most intimate