Hero Unmasked: 3 (Heroes of Saturn) (14 page)

“Lie down,” she instructed and reached for the strap trailing from under the mattress.

“Why do I have a feeling the straps are a new addition?” he teased, but complied with her wishes.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d agree or not. If anything, I was hoping you might want to tie me up, but this is much better.”

The leather straps were notched like a belt, which she was banking on to restrain him better than those with a Velcro closure. After each wrist was secured, she stepped back to admire the buffet of manliness spread out before her.

In the lantern light his bronze skin looked burnished, like every inch had been lovingly polished to perfection. He was lean in the waist and thick everywhere else a man should be. His muscles flexed, but not with the intent to impress, but with excitement and the restraint to allow her to do her worst.

Holy cow. This was the best idea ever in the history of ideas. Tremors ran down her limbs and her brain worked at a feverish pace, trying to decide where to begin in his sensual torture. Between her thighs, her panties, soaked beyond reason, chaffed her skin.

She began by laying her palm flat on his chest. On either side of her hand his two hearts pounded a thunderous beat and his legs jerked impatiently.

“Fiona, you’re killing me.”

“That’s Mistress Fiona.” She raked her nails to his navel and dipped her thumb in the well. “Don’t make me punish you by leaving you with nothing but air to blanket you.”

His belly shook with his laughter. “My apologies, Mistress Fiona.”

“I think I need to occupy your mouth.” She retrieved the pie and set the pan on the floor by the bed. Swiping two fingers into the cream, she painted his lips until they were covered.

She bent down and began lapping at the sticky substance as if she were starring in a raunchy comedy movie, slobbering with more enthusiasm than finesse. As she feasted, she ground her lace-covered crotch against his inflamed erection, working her hips to imprint the texture of the fabric onto his flesh. She thought he would be put off or shocked by her behavior, but Dhavin surprised her by engaging his tongue with hers in play and biting at her lips.

A case of the giggles threatened to crack her tough-girl façade, so she pulled away and slipped her bra from her shoulders. The hard points of her nipples tingled as she dipped them in cream and placed one into his waiting mouth.

Her eyes crossed as he suckled hard, drawing the entire areola between his teeth, which made her smirk. Now the taste of black licorice didn’t bother him so much, huh? If he loved it on her breasts, how about on her pussy? Didn’t he say the recipe needed more salt?

The useless scrap of her panties hit the floor and the cool pie filling she spread on the smooth lips of her drenched sex made goose bumps ripple down her arms. Her legs shook as she climbed back onto the bed and straddled his face, facing his feet and the bobbing erection that pulsed with each heartbeat. Before she had a chance to settle into positions, Dhavin lifted his head and dove into her open cunt. The sloppy sounds of his mouth against her wet hole had her fingers curling, her nails digging into his abdomen for purchase.

A steady stream of pre-cum leaked from the flared head of his cock and his hips bucked, fucking the air. Fiona gripped the base and squeezed hard, drawing a vibrating groan from his chest that tickled her clit.

“You don’t get to come yet. This is for me. Lick me clean. Yeah, that’s it. Fuck me with your tongue,” she shouted, getting into the spirit of her character.

Hell, who was she kidding? Even though she was mortified at the smut spilling from her lips, acting like a flaming slut was liberating on so many levels. The filthier she spoke, the harder and deeper Dhavin ate her pussy. He was a wild beast devouring his prey and reveling in the feast, his fervor spurring her own.

“I’m gonna come on your face. Make me. Make me come, bitch.” She slapped his flank then froze with shock.

Oops. Perhaps she was taking things a wee bit too far. Her thighs tensed, ready to jump off the bed before he broke free of his bindings, for there was no way he would accept such treatment.

Dhavin proved her wrong as he groaned into her cunt and pressed the hard nub of her clit against the roof of his mouth, shoving her into the whirlpool of an orgasm that rippled up from her core, bathing her in a wave of heat that felt as if she were being dipped in hot wax. Her screams of release echoed in the tiny cabin until they tapered off into warbling moans.

Her joints melted and she collapsed onto his heaving chest. The drowsiness fogging her mind was so delectable, she wanted to drown in its sweetness. What was her name? Where was she? Who cared, she felt absolutely fantastic.

Consciousness pushed through the thick layer of satisfaction, forcing her to open her eyes. The giant red cock weeping cum an inch from her nose brought her back to wakefulness. Right. Revenge. She wasn’t done with him yet.

Well, maybe a small reprieve was in order. Her arms were beyond noodle-like, lifting her just high enough to drag her breasts across his lap as she slipped off the bed and landed on the floor like a sack of flour.

“Whoa.” She climbed to her knees. “Give me a minute. Don’t go anywhere.”

Her lungs slowly returned to normal as she collected the supplies from underneath the bed. She sucked in a few more breaths to relax her trembling muscles. Phase two of her plan required steady hands or else the night would go to hell.

“Lift your hips,” she instructed and laid a towel onto the mattress under his butt.

Once he lowered back down, she lifted a pair of eight-inch-long metal scissors, opening and closing them with a wicked snip-snip sound.

For the first time that evening his eyes narrowed with genuine concern. He tugged at the restraints on his wrists and his cock softened. He didn’t lose his erection by any stretch of the imagination, but his cock lay against his belly instead of saluting up to the sky.

“Fiona. I’m sorry, Mistress Fiona. What are you doing?”

She ran the flat length of the cold steel along his shaft. “Don’t question me. This is my fantasy.”

Snip-snip.

Dhavin watched her with wide eyes. His breath puffed out in sharp bursts, which led her to believe he’d never had an intimate haircut before. She took extra care in clipping the hair at his groin down to the skin. Not even she was so cruel as to dive right in with the razor without properly preparing the area first.

After he was shorn to her liking, she brushed up the mess and wrapped a warm, damp towel around his cock. With the scissors safely tucked out of sight, he melted into the mattress, his legs falling open and a deep sigh rumbled from his chest as his eyes closed in relaxation.

Poor schmuck, did he think she was finished? Hell, she was just getting started.

His eyes flew open when she chuckled with wicked intent and cracked open the packaging on a brand-new four-blade razor. She whipped away the warm towel and blew a cool breath across the toasty pink skin. One hand worked the shaft while the other massaged his sac in firm strokes that had him groaning and jerking at his restraints.

Just as the pre-cum began to pool at the tip, she pulled away and reached for the can on the floor. She flashed him a smile as she worked some shaving cream into a lather in her hands and slathered it over his dick, stroking her hands up and down to add more steel to his hard-on.

“Don’t move,” she cautioned as she held up the razor. “Remember, this is my first time.”

At the touch of the blade against his pelvis he froze and they both held their breath as she made the first stroke. The second and third followed then she cleaned the razor in a bowl of hot water and continued with her work. As the minutes passed, Dhavin’s muscles loosened as he relaxed, and his low moans filled the tiny cabin. In her grip, his cock firmed, pulsing in her palm as she shifted the length this way and that, moving the skin of his testicles to ease her progress as she worked all the way down to the area around his dark hole.

She took her time, giving the task her utmost focus. The objective was sensual torture, not a punishment that ended up with a trip to the emergency room. Every so often she glanced up at his face and smiled at the way his eyes flashed with heat and passion, his gaze riveted on the movements of her hand. Once he was free of hair and cream, she paid special attention on cleaning the area well, and moved the tools to the table.

Time for part three of the plan.

She turned back to her slave and had to grab on to the edge of the table as her knees buckled. She felt her eyes boggle as she got her first good look at the anaconda writhing against his belly and his large testicles that tightened the longer she stared.

Dhavin moaned. “
Jesu
, Fiona. I can come from the feel of your gaze alone.”

She couldn’t catch her breath. Dear Lord. That monster fit inside her? Without the covering of hair, his cock looked as if it were two inches longer and wider than she could encircle with one hand. She was hypnotized and terrified by what she created, but helpless to resist the allure to touch and taste the rosy-pink flesh.

Kneeling between his thighs, she pressed her tongue against the smooth skin under his ball sac and near his anus. His hips shot up, nearly dislodging her, but she hung on, working her tongue in slow circles around the orbs and sucking each into her mouth. Her hands worked the shaft, stroking up and down and over the weeping knob of the crown, using her thumbs to open the little slit farther apart to dip her tongue in every few licks.

Dhavin moved like a live wire, jerking and shaking in his leather restraints. Words fell from his lips she didn’t understand. The language was foreign but for a few distinct curse words she recognized. Soon it became a game for her to see what strokes of her tongue brought forth the most heated curses. Holding the crown against the back of her throat with a wiggle of her tongue along the underside of the shaft caused him to moan low in English while quick flicks of the tip under the sensitive glans made him shout in the lyrical language she guessed was Skandavian.

“Fiona,” he groaned and gasped when she squeezed the base hard in warning. “I mean, Mistress. I’m near to coming. I’m—I’m—ah.”

She jumped off the bed so fast, his hips kept bucking, unaware she no longer had him in her grasp. It wasn’t time for his orgasm.

Her hands trembled as she opened the foil packet and withdrew the condom. Man, she hoped it was large enough. Part of her was tempted to double bag his cock, but even she wasn’t that vindictive.

By the time she rolled the rubber over his flesh, Dhavin was thrashing, his eyes closed tight as he begged for relief. And all because of her.

The power she had over him at that moment was an aphrodisiac so intense, she wished it came with a warning label. Caution—will cause shakes, dizziness, shortness of breath, severe leaking from the pussy and an insatiable need to be filled.

Her sheath clenched and ached, expressing its displeasure of being denied for so long. His size no longer frightened her, in fact she hungered to slide down his pole and ride him hard.

They both watched as the crown parted the lips of her sex and lodged at her entrance. Working her hips back and forth, she took him in deeper and deeper, the stretch burning with delicious heat until her bare pussy kissed the smooth skin of his sac. She braced her hands on his heaving chest and slid up and down, driving all thoughts of revenge from her mind as the pleasure consumed her. On each downstroke her breasts bounced and the flesh of her buttocks rippled, but she didn’t care. She was a woman fucking her man, hugging him in the most intimate of embraces. She, plain ole Fiona Corrione, had a strong warrior with superpowers from another planet between her thighs, under her body, and had him mindless with passion.

Sweat pooled in his sternum and wet the fabric of the cowl touching his face. His thighs were slick and her hands slipped off his chest as she rode him faster.

His dark gaze met hers and her pussy fluttered with impending orgasm. “Forgive me,” he said.

Before she could think to question him, he wrenched forward, snapping the leather straps and scooping his hands under her buttocks.

He bounced her on his lap, driving his cock deep and grinding his pelvis into her swollen clit. She felt as if she were strapped to a rocket sled, hurtling down the track at Mach 8. Her heart pounded, pressed to his sweat-slick chest as he rocked her up and down. Her mouth worked open and shut, desperately struggling for air.

Then she hit the wall at the end of the track and shattered. Every molecule in her body burst like a supernova and she felt as if she were tossed from her consciousness, floating above them to view their two bodies as they slammed together in carnal bliss. Her sheath clamped down and gushed so much moisture, it shocked her even though she was out of her mind.

“Gods, I can feel you come on my balls.” Dhavin groaned, his teeth clenched tight in concentration. “Hate this condom.”

Unbelievably, his cock hardened, growing thicker and stealing the last of her breath.

“Never again, Fiona. Next time I’m taking you bare.” His thrusts became frantic. “I’m going to fill you with my seed. Forever, Fiona. You. And. Me.”

The blood rushed in her ears, drowning out his roar as he came, filling the condom with his cum as his cock twitched and stroked the nerve endings in her sheath to another orgasm.