Claimed: Unchartered Territory (17 page)

“I believe there was another more pressing matter to be addressed first.”

She feigned ignorance. “There was?”

“Perhaps I can help with your memory loss,” he offered and before she knew what he was about Dallas found herself lifted off his lap and tossed on the center of the bed. She giggled at how quickly he stood and stripped away his pants.

“Someone’s eager,” she goaded when he joined her.

“Let me see if I cannot get you to join me in that affection.”

They both knew he could.

“You made a suggestion of rope play?” he queried.

Dallas smiled, blushing slightly. She’d actually never indulged but had watched a couple of live exhibitions that left her squirming.

“I was only joking,” she said not sure she could walk him through it.

“Hmm, there was a look in your eyes that spoke true. Tell me does
E’rth
rope play involve the actual use of restraints?”

She nodded feeling herself get warm at the thought alone.

“I believe we have a similar type of sexual indulgence here, if you would like to try?”

Dallas stared at him for several seconds as her mind grappled with an answer.

“If you do not wish to indulge-”

“No,” she croaked. “I’d like to try.” In all of their other encounters Remar had only ever brought her pleasure. She could trust him to be cautious.

“Do we need a safe word?”

He looked momentarily confused.

“Everything I do to you will be safe and for you enjoyment,” he advised. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

She meant it

Remar moved off the bed once again and Dallas watched as he opened a well concealed wall compartment on the opposite side of the room she hadn’t known existed. She sat up to get a better look inside. Hers wasn’t the best view but she glimpsed enough to see all sorts of devices inside. Some she could glean their purpose, other just looked downright weird. Still she was curious about their use. Remar only reached for two things in the arsenal, a triangular shaped cloth and what appeared to be a giant feather with a rather phallic looking handle. Just when she thought he would close the compartment he reached inside once more and wheeled out a large ‘W’ shaped stand which he promptly brought over to their bed. Four straps hung loosely, two at the bottom just above the foot rest and the others at the top of either end of the ‘W’s’.

“So you just happen to have a closet full of sex toys? Exactly how often do you play… you know what forget I ask,” she shook her head to get rid of the image of him with any number of Chezarian females at his disposal. His past conquests didn’t matter but the thought of what he might do to her on the contraption got her heart to racing.

“Do you wish to proceed?” Remar asked as she continued to gawk.

Mouth slightly dry she managed to croak out a weak, “Yes”.

He sat the two objects he gathered on the bed.

“Come here
Dal’las
,” he said extending a hand for her not moving in her direction.

There was only an infinitesimal hesitation before she slid from the high rise bed and made her way down the three steps to the ground. Her heart pounded so hard against her chest she was sure it had to be visible to Remar. By the time she placed her hand in his, nervous energy coursed through her.

Remar helped her onto the two platforms extending at the bottom of the ‘W’s’ elbow where her feet were to rest. The padded metal she leaned against was warm and surprisingly soft. Remar dropped on his haunches in front of her. She watched as he looped a tie around each ankle. He clicked a button that was barely visible and both straps tightened enough to secure her in place.

He tested the ties before allowing his fingers to trace their way up her naked thighs. At his full height he moved in close dipping his head to give her a light kiss before turning his attention to secure her right hand.

“Everything I do to you will be to heighten your pleasure senses.”

Wrist strapped he kissed her inner palms and she felt the sensual tickle of his tongue stroking where his lips brushed. He traced his fingers down her arm. Her skin tingled everywhere he touched.

“My exquisite
Dal’las
,” he said locking his gaze with hers.

His hands moved to her breasts cupping their firmness. Her already hard nipples pebbled in need. Remar adjusted his hold to roll the twin nubs between his fingers. He then gave a gentle pluck that had her moaning. The pinch he followed with was firmer but only enticed her more.

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, her arousal only heightened by watching him give her pleasure. He rubbed the pads of his thumbs lightly over the tips of her nipples in slow circular motions.

Her next breath caught in her chest.

A firm pinch to both nipples left her squirming against the post. Her wide spread legs prevented her from clamping them together for a little relief.

He squeezed harder and she groaned wanting him to add more pressure.

The abrupt loss of his hands made her want to moan her displeasure.

She pouted through him securing her other arm to the post before he moved to the bed to grab the rectangular black cloth.

He gave her one last look before vanishing behind her. The cloth dropped in front of her eyes and was fixed in place with a slight tug. Darkness surrounded her, forcing her to focus on her two remaining senses. Dallas listened for his movements as an indicator for what was to come. Silence greeted her. It was impressive that a man of his size could move so stealthily.

Dallas flinched in surprise at the sudden feel of something soft moving gently between her breasts and down her stomach.

The feather, she recalled instantly with a smile. Its light touch tickled her skin on its path down her body.

She twitched when it started a quick vibration on its descent. Lower it travelled until the soft plume came to rest on her labia, its quick fluttering adding to the thrill instigated by Remar. She could feel the thick pressure of his fingers on her nether lips spreading her wide for…

“Ahhh yes,” she moaned as the flitting gently stimulated her clit, just enough to increase the steady pulsing in her core.

She arched her hips forward for more.

Suddenly, the palpitations stopped.

“The pleasure is mine to give as I see fit not for you to demand,” Remar said gently.

Her body whimpered, sagging back against the cushioned post.

“Do you understand,” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered in the hopes he would reward her for her obedience with a little more feathery delight.

“Good.”

She waited.

Nothing.

Dallas opened her mouth to let him know to continue but closed it just as quickly for fear of him ending their play completely. She grew anxious wondering what he was doing through the silence.

The fluttering was back in an instance only this time the teasing was on her breasts or more precisely her nipples. She squirmed as he squeezed one while letting the feather work its magic on the other.

“My god,” she moaned.

The charged pressure piqued in her nether regions again.

Could she come from breast play alone?

Yes…oh yes she could.

A familiar tightening gripped her loins and spread like wild fire igniting every nerve it blazed through.

Full stop.

She was definitely ready to call foul now.

Dallas held her breath for what felt like an eternity… waiting.

She felt more than heard him behind her. The length of his hard cock pushing between her legs was what she first felt. He slid back and forth using his shaft to tease without penetration. His muscled bicep reached around her to snake its way down her stomach. His fingers sought out her feminine folds once more. He spread them with two fingers then added a third to probe her clit. Up and down in beautiful torture all the while he continued to tease her with his long, thick shaft.

“Oh god,” she chanted.

It was becoming increasingly difficult to breath.

Her heart raced.

He stoked at her arousal with every tormenting stroke.

More pressure was added. Her thighs quivered. No, her entire body shuddered.

She could feel the climax building and wanted nothing more than to experience the pleasure release would bring.

“Remar,” there was a plea in the way she said his name. He pulled away abruptly but there wasn’t a long wait for his return this time.

She sighed in relief to feel the head of his cock probe her entrance making her want to beg him to stop toying with her. If she didn’t have him deep and hard inside her soon Dallas was certain she’d go insane from her craving.

Against her bare skin she felt the gentle vibration of his arm and briefly wondered at the origin.

“Oh Frack!” she yelled as the source of the vibration was made known by Remar nudging it between her woman’s folds and making direct contact with her sensitive clit. He moved the device in a circular motion.

“Ahh, frack, frack,” Dallas screamed as her orgasm propelled its way through her sensitized body. Remar pushed upward impaling her in one deep thrust all the while keeping the vibration rolling against her nubbin.

She was wet and ready for him, stretching easily for him.

His quick, deep thrusts made it obvious she wasn’t the only one effected by his play.

The vibrator made a soft thud against the hard floor. He quickly replaced its loss with his fingers, spread her labia and zeroed in on her clit once more.

A few strokes was all it took to have her screaming her second release.

He pulled out quickly but she was too weak to protest.

Dallas vaguely registered the tug to each of her ankles signifying the release from her restraints. She expected her arm restraints to follow. Instead the black cloth was pushed away from her eyes. A couple of blinks brought the world back in focus.

Remar was there, so close.

The feral stare he fixed her with reignited her desire.

How was that possible?

He hoisted her legs around his waist all the while sliding inside her in one unyielding thrust. He growled low in his throat while he pounded into her. Dallas didn’t care, doing her best to match his rough ride. He wouldn’t complain or stop now. The look in his eyes said he was too far gone.

His large hands gripped her ass tight giving him more leverage.

He muttered something not registered with the translator.

Each stroke rubbed the underside of her clit pushing her closer. Dallas threw her head back in ecstasy enjoying the ride and welcoming the looming orgasm. She wanted to hold on and savor the feel.

“Look at me
Dal’las
.” Remar demanded gruffly.

She did and came at the same time in shuddering bliss.

Remar pushed deep inside for the final time. He dipped his head to take her lips in a bruising kiss. She returned the kiss with equal fervor, gripping him tightly with her thighs until he relaxed against her.

“Did you enjoy this?” Remar asked against her lips.

She pretended to think. “It was good enough to repeat,” she whispered back.

“I will take you up on your offer, but for now I believe rest is in order. Maintain your position,” he said before stretching to release her restraints.

Dallas was all too aware of him still inside her. Every few seconds she felt the not so subtle thump of him. Even flaccid he was impressive. Arms freed, Dallas wrapped hers around his neck marveling at what they’d done and how quickly her life had changed.

She knew they couldn’t stay intertwined forever but was disappointed when he placed her on the bed. She took some comfort when he snuggled up next to her, but even then she missed him.

“Rest Dallas,” he mumbled into the top of her hair. She was already feeling the tug of fatigue but his words only seemed to give her body an extra push.

What was it about the strange pull he had on her?

The thought ran through her mind until sleep finally consumed her.

***

If the new faces didn’t give it away the open stares made it clear that the other sector leaders and their entourage had descended upon them. Dallas went about her morning as usual in the company of her guardsmen and was greeted by awkward silence and open gawking. In response she smiled politely and continued her normal activities as if the new arrivals weren’t there.

Soon enough some of the delegates warmed up to her, somewhat. As the day moved on there were those who’d begun to ask questions directly to her and even engage in conversation that lasted more than a minute. By the end of the day she walked away feeling proud at not having offended anyone or even being provoked into a diplomatic nightmare. To her it was a good omen for the meal ahead. With a mental pat on the back she felt prepared for her meeting with the other leaders and their wives.