Cyberella: Preyfinders Universe (23 page)

“Ella. Tell me if what I do is too much for you. Okay?”

Her nod was so innocent it hurt him. He needed to be careful for them both.

The first package was lunch, the second held restraint devices – cuffs and bars, things he hadn’t even gone down there to buy. He undid the rope on her wrist, unpicking the knot while he thought how to go about this.

The entire hank of coiled rope weighed heavy in his hands.

“Take off your clothes.”

Even watching her obey that simple command had his cock at hard attention.

“Give me your hands.”

Her, naked and holding out her hands to be restrained, it was almost an epiphany. Twenty years of his life he’d devoted to denying his upbringing. On Sicar, rape was the way territories were managed when battle left a place unclaimed and only the woman remained. He’d gone to war against the Bak-lal off planet and learned other ways.

It seemed he’d not lost all his inclinations for bondage. Rope on Ella drove him crazy. Especially this red rope she’d chosen. The craving bothered him, unless she wanted it too.

He took her hands where she held them out to him and turned them over so they were palm upward, smoothed his thumbs across while watching her. He was no expert at this, with knots and so forth, though he planned to learn more if it agreed with them both. It was why he’d gone down and bought cuffs.

“How are you going?” And just saying that messed it up a little, muddied the atmosphere, but he had to ask.

“Okay.” Again with that wide-eyed look. Innocent. Trusting. It killed him.

“When you say that, it makes me want to do bad things to you.”

“I’m...okay with that.”

“You trust me?”

“Yes.”

Okay. He had what he needed. Her words freed him.

He cuffed her, firmly. He wrapped the leather about both wrists and slid the tongue through, then locked it down, keeping his hands on her, making her feel his control. He threaded rope through the middle where her wrists were linked then climbed on a chair to feed the end through the metal-faced hole in the beam. Then he drew it taut until she had her arms stretched and fastened above. Anchored to the leg of their enormous dining table, it would hold her, even if she tugged, or if she shrieked in the throes of passion.

Cutting off the rest of the rope seemed criminal but he needed it for Ella.

Of course, he took the opportunity to molest her in the process. Finger-fucking was the easiest but he also kneeled to suck on her thighs and to bite her there, or on her ass cheeks, or to lick her clit while he held her still with his fingers clawed into her ass. Her little whimpers and foot stomps, how she eventually thrust herself at him, it spurred him on.

This wasn’t just restraint; it was a decoration of Ella as well as desecration. He entwined the rope, knotting it, feeling her body as he went, her muscles, her soft curves. His fingers strayed everywhere – her neck, her belly button, the hollow of her back, her butt...her slit.

“I can do anything to you,” he said from beside her ear. Her legs caved then, for he’d forced his fingers deep inside her pussy.

Rope ran down her back like a spine. He’d looped it to her front, then to her back, then her front, crisscrossing, bringing her breasts into highlight.

“Don’t go away.” He took the strands of rope down between her legs, either side of her pussy lips, and connected them at the back.

Slowly, he stepped away to admire his ornamental girl. One step, two, like an artist after the last daub of paint or strike of chisel. Bound in red. Best of all, perhaps, was seeing how she seemed to enjoy his attention.

All of her was his, wrapped tight and waiting.

He stripped off his shirt then his pants and he walked to her, making a small detour to the table to pick up the spreader bar. His soles padded across the cool stone. The bar clanked when he laid it on the floor.

Ella’s eyes were bright. Her hands opened and flexed then she grabbed the rope that ran from above to the cuffs. Her hips swayed as if in invitation. Though he’d only moments before ran the two strands of rope between her legs, the sight of her mons and clit squeezed up by the pressure gave him palpitations.

“Not sure my heart can take much more.” He dallied, not touching her, just doing a perimeter check, circling and studying his creation. “All of you looks edible.”

“You like me, like this?”

“Again with that husky voice. Do I like you tied up? I want to keep you like this all day. Available.” The rope divided her breasts at the cleavage, surrounded them, and made them jut out so prettily. He wrapped a hand around each breast and pulled until she had to tiptoe forward. “Now I’ve got you.”

He taunted her with tiny kisses while his thumbs scraped around and around her nipples. “Give me some sounds, those dirty ones you can’t help making.”

She bit her lip and shook her head. So he teased her some more, nibbling down the side of her neck, while holding her by the throat and breast, diverting his nibbling to her mouth for another cursory kiss then biting the nipple of her captured breast. By then she was panting. He squeezed harder on her breast and kissed her properly, until he had her moaning into his mouth.

When she twisted her hips, he pressed his thigh between hers, increasing the force in time with his words. “That’s my girl. Keep going.”

Her reply was incoherent, another sweet moan.

Releasing her breast and throat, he bit his way down her body in the spaces between the rope, holding her here and there, at hips and ass, leaving teeth marks and evoking breathy squeals.

Down on one knee, he could see that already her pussy dripped with wetness. He fumbled for and found the spreader bar, too fascinated by how he’d aroused her to look away for long.

With her ankles caught in the cuffs at the end of the bar, Ella was thoroughly immobilized. The moisture welling from her pussy enticed him and he caught it with his tongue, swiping along the seam of her swollen cleft and ending his tongue journey with a final swirl around her clit.

She squealed again, trying to dodge, but the rope about her hands and the bar holding her legs apart made it easy to keep her still.

“Too sensitive?”

“Mmm.” She nodded, looking sorry and pouting.

“Too bad.”

Torgeir licked at her clitoris.

She whined and uttered a plaintive, “Nooo.”

But he only grinned up at her while his tongue lay warm and soft over her delicate button of flesh. The ache heightened, waxing and waning to the beat of her pulse. He resumed licking and she twitched.

The over stimulation made Ella try to dance away. Try. Not easy to do when her legs were strapped a few feet apart. He shut that down by holding her lower body rock steady. Eventually, what his mouth was doing to her overcame her nerves and pleasure returned, trickling in.

He sucked and wet heat flooded her clit.

Mouth open, she swallowed against her dry throat. He was down there at knee level, licking her, and she was tied and quivering – hands inextricably above, her legs spread, presented for him to do with as he pleased. There was much to be said for this. Mainly...

Fuck.

Every move, everything he did, reinforced the fact that he believed she was his.

She’d known this was a little crazy. She was trusting him because of a mess of reasons – her former self, the note, her body’s reactions. But above and beyond all of that, the tie between them was strengthening.

She loved whatever he wanted to do to her because it was
him
.

The center of her universe was down there, paying homage to her, torturing her, and no matter that she’d lost some clarity as to her past, he was clearly a big part of it. Especially his teeth and tongue.

Another lick or three had her knees shaking.

Another. Then more sucking.

Too much. She shuddered into an impromptu orgasm. Her gasps were distant punctuations, her body tremors so automatic she fell into them and barely knew how it happened. Torn free of the world, mind battered, she couldn’t stand and swung by her hands until he rescued her, standing behind her and cradling her.

“That’s not the end of it.” He gnawed at her shoulder. “You’re so bad, coming before I said to.”

She laughed, overcome by the ridiculousness in the fog of such pleasure. “You made me.”

“Ahh. Right answer.”

His next bite, high on her shoulder muscle, kept going, deep, and it made her freeze. She couldn’t get away. Where his teeth mauled her began as scorching pain but changed. Inescapably intimate, it filled her, it shook her loose from everything that mattered. Then her breath unstuck from her throat. She choked and gasped, sagging.

“I’m sorry. I needed that. To mark your skin.” He nuzzled her ear. “If my full bond mark doesn’t grow on you soon I’m going to have to cover you in bites instead.”

“Oh god,” she breathed. “No.” He licked where he’d bitten her and she smiled, her eyes closing in the aftermath of that little attack. She left her neck exposed, throbbing, while he kissed it. “I understand.”

“Good. I’m glad you do. If anyone else tried to claim you, I’d kill them without hesitation. There’s no choice for me in this either. I’m going to fuck you now, in the same way as I bit you, because I have to.”

She tensed. This sounded ominous.

He inserted his cock between her wide-apart legs, sliding it along her seam. While he kept one arm about her body hugging her to him, he probed at her folds with his hand, shifting the rope into the creases between ass and inner thighs. He shoved into her, splitting her so brutally she cried out. Her back curved in that coarse and primal way, to let him enter her easily, to fuck her easily. Female surrender.

No finesse. These were violent, deep thrusts that drove her forward into his arm and made her wrists feel the strain of the rope above. The slap of his body against her ass, the wet sounds of impact and withdrawal, the quiet moan of rope wrung back and forth on metal, mingled with her cries and his. After he picked her up to hold her suspended off the floor, her g-spot was hammered into submission. She screamed as the last few pumps of his cock shattered her and sent her into oblivion.

Feeling him come inside her was the key.

In her heart was the knowledge, written in bright relief.

I am his.

And he is mine.

Recovering from climax while tied up was a test of her thigh muscles. This time he had to hold her for even longer before he dared to ask if she could stand so he could free her.

After her nod, he undid, untied, and unclipped at the speed of light. Soon she was on the bed and wrapped in his arms, sleepy, satisfied, and with enough bites on her to make her grin. Even the curl of the rope twists on her belly fascinated her.

“You look like a used lollipop,” he whispered. “All sucked and bitten and marked.”

“Mmm. I like it. Feels...” She sighed. “Nice. As long as I’m your lollipop.”

“You’re sure of that now?”

“Oh yes. I’m back. I’m yours, Torgeir. I wouldn’t ever have it any other way.”

“Good. Of course, if you’d said no I’d just have tied you up again.”

She giggled quietly. “I think I do like this new thing you have with rope.”

That he only breathed into her hair and held her tighter was perfect. Breakfast was out there but it could wait. Right now, being with her man was the most important thing in the world.

*****

After cleaning up, they decided to eat breakfast in bed. The packet Torgeir opened contained pastries, cheeses, and fruit. At first they sat opposite each other on the bed, both of them nude, with her against the pillows and Torgeir cross-legged and sitting at the bottom. A platter of food lay on the quilt between them. Crumbs were a problem, but neither of them cared. While she was busy eyeing his finely sculpted muscles, that looked perfectly adequate for holding her down while he fucked her, he openly watched her.

She waggled her eyebrows. “Nice bod.”

“That’s it. Why am I over here?” He climbed off and demanded she make room so he could slide in behind her so she was nestled between his legs.

He fed her a piece of some sort of dried fig she didn’t want despite her dodging, insisting it was delicious.

“Mmm.” She spoke around the mouthful. “Yum!”

“Told you. Now.” He patted her thigh. “How are you feeling?”

The time and place to think this through hadn’t arrived until then. It took her a few seconds to assess herself. She wriggled her ass, smiling as his cock stirred.

“Sore but wonderful, really.”

She laid her head against his chest, sighing as his arm came around her beneath her breasts. Solid man behind her and that arm was hard with muscle too. Being held by Torgeir washed away everything horrible that had happened. He was her shield, her warrior, her man who would kill to keep her. That was barbaric yet comforting. Euphoric was the perfect word for her feelings.

“I’d like to make you sore again soon.” He squeezed her, making her breasts shift. “Mmm. You feel nice.”

“You do too.”

Only yesterday she’d been adrift, missing her sense of true self, and that would’ve surely unhinged her if it’d kept up.

“How are you memories, Princess? Do you think they’ve all come back?”

She considered the question for a while. “That’s hard to say. If anything’s missing, I don’t know if I’d realize it was gone.”

“You said you’d had your memories altered before...which is disturbing. Was that to do with your secret?”

And how she wished she’d not told him of that. “When they let me leave Earth, those who fixed me did that. They said it was for the best. I was hurt in the Bak-lal war. I don’t know what they changed.” This was the closest to the truth she’d ever said to him and she trembled.

He nuzzled her hair. “Hey. I’m here. I can see something bad happened. Ella, I know how much of you is cyber. It doesn’t worry me. You need to know that. Whatever happened to you, it’s done.”

Tears wet her eyelids and she nodded and held his forearm for comfort. She still couldn’t tell him. Soon, she would. If Plito hadn’t found out more about her past, she’d just tell him. She had to.