Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender (72 page)

Chapter Five

Goddess…oh, Goddess! Can’t believe this is happening!
Kaylee moaned inside her head as the huge Havoc lifted her as easily as a doll and swung her into his arms. She supposed now was the time to fight and bite and scratch and claw and try to get away. But really, what could she do and where could so go even if she
did
  manage to escape? The door was locked and Lyra was gone, presumably still on her important call, whatever it was.

Besides, her whole body felt strange—too strange to try and run. She was throbbing and tingling all over, but especially between her thighs. Her legs felt weak and she didn’t think they would hold her if she tried to stand.

I can’t help it,
she told herself.
Can’t do anything to stop it. Better to just submit.

A hazy part of her mind wondered if this was how male slaves felt when they were submitting to their mistresses. But another, deeper part—a part she didn’t dare even acknowledge—didn’t care. The deeper part
wanted
what the Havoc had threatened to do to her. Wanted to feel his hot tongue between her thighs, stroking her swollen pussy lips apart and tasting her inner folds.

Stop it,
she told herself weakly even as the Havoc positioned her on a padded black leather table and arranged her feet in the attached stirrups.
I shouldn’t feel like this—shouldn’t want this!
And yet she made no move to stop him as he lifted her skirt, baring her pussy once more.

“There are restraints here,” he growled, motioning to the cuffs at the top of the table and also to the thick leather straps hanging from the stirrups. “I could tie you down the way you did to me.”

“Oh, please—” Kaylee began but he overrode her.

“But I won’t. And do you know
why
I won’t tie you down, sweetheart?” he growled softly, stroking her cheek.

Mutely, she shook her head.

“Because I think this is what you want. Whether you admit it to yourself or not. You
want
to take your punishment like a good girl—to take what’s coming to you. Which is what I’m going to give you when I spread your sweet little cunt with my tongue and taste your honey.”

“I…” Kaylee had no answer for him but he didn’t seem to need one.

“That’s what I thought,” he growled. “So spread wide for me, sweetheart. I’m going to give you a taste of your own medicine—going to lick you and taste you the same way you tasted me.”

* * *

Gods, she smelled good! Solar could feel the low, lustful growl rising in his throat as he scented her hot pussy, already swollen and wet from his earlier attentions. The little wisp of reddish-gold curls at the top of her mound looked so innocent and inviting and the tender bud of her clit, peaking from between her pussy lips, made his cock hard as a rock.

He dropped to his knees before her and nuzzled her inner thigh, drawing a ragged gasp from her slim throat. Her sweet, feminine musk drew him like a magnet and he couldn’t wait to taste her honey right from the source.

Why are you doing this?
whispered a little voice in his head.
You’ve got a chance to escape—you should take it. You already taught her a lesson by tying her up and touching her. That should be enough—just go now.

But Solar didn’t want to go. He wanted to taste her. Wanted to spread those tender little pussy lips wide and lick her inner folds, wanted to put his tongue deep in her hot little cunt and feel her quiver around him as she came all over his face.

Deep down, he knew this desire to pleasure her, this unwillingness to leave despite his own danger, was a warning sign. Like their genetic cousins the Kindred, the Havoc had a weakness when it came to females—the need to taste them. When a Havoc male felt drawn to a particular female, his biology urged him to bond with her and part of that was tasting her pussy and marking her most sensitive and intimate areas with his own scent. It was one reason the Havoc guarded themselves so carefully and stayed away from females except for the occasional encounter to scratch their sexual itch.

We do not bond,
whispered the little voice in his head.
It’s the Havoc code.

But it’s not like that,
he argued with the voice.
I don’t want to bond her—I’m just going to pay her back for what she did to me. Then I’m leaving!

Having reassured himself of this, he nuzzled her again, breathing in her warm, feminine scent and pressing his face close to the source of her honey.

Kaylee moaned softly as he got closer, shifting as she felt his hot breath against her most sensitive areas. But, as Solar had predicted, she didn’t try to get away. Her eyes were wide, her breathing hard and her hands clenched into fists at her sides. But her nipples were tight with need and her pussy and inner thighs were drenched with her honey—a sight that made his cock surge even as he licked his lips. Gods, he was really going to enjoy paying her back for the torture she’d put him through!

It was going to be his pleasure.

* * *

Kaylee felt herself stiffen as his mouth descended on her most sensitive area.

Stop him!
screamed a little voice in her head.
Close your legs—push him away—do something!

But she did none of those things. Instead she bit her lip and watched, unable to look away as his mouth got closer and closer to her throbbing pussy. Would he try to hurt her? Torture her for what she’d done to him? She held her breath, wishing she could close her eyes but somehow she couldn’t.

The Havoc put his big, warm hands on her inner thighs, spreading her wider and then, suddenly, he was kissing her.

Kaylee felt all the breath rush from her lungs at the feel of his hot mouth connecting so gently with her vulnerable pussy. Goddess, he was kissing her almost as though he was kissing her mouth! The sweet, tender sensation seemed to go on and on as he nuzzled deeper, parting her outer lips and lapping gently with just the tip of his tongue.

“Oh!” she moaned as she felt him stroke lightly over her throbbing clit. “Oh, Goddess!” Unbidden, her thighs fell open even more, baring her completely for his assault.

The Havoc looked up, his eyes blazing.

“That’s right, sweetheart, open for me. Open yourself and relax. This might be a punishment but I told you I wouldn’t hurt you. Just want to taste that sweet pussy of yours.” Then he ducked his head and went back to kissing her, deeper this time so that Kaylee could feel his warm, wet tongue bathing her sensitive clit over and over as he kissed and sucked and licked her.

“Goddess!” she moaned again. “That feels so
good.
Oh…oh…” Suddenly she realized she didn’t even know his name.

“Solar,” he growled, looking up again for an instant. “The name’s Solar, sweetheart.”

“Solar,” she whispered, trying the name out. “Why…why are you doing this?”

His eyes flashed as he licked her again, making her moan.

“Why did you do it to me?”

“I…” Kaylee bit her lip. She could claim she’d just been harvesting his nectar again as Lyra had told her to but she knew it was a lie. From the look in those green and gold eyes, Solar knew it was a lie too. “I—” she began again, but then couldn’t go on.

His eyes hardened.

“Still won’t tell the truth, hmm? That’s okay, sweetheart. I know how to make you talk.”

He wound his muscular arms around her thighs and split her even wider, making Kaylee gasp with apprehension and shameful desire. Then he dived forward but this time, the way he tasted her was different.

Before he’d been gentle, kissing her almost tenderly, nuzzling against her affectionately and barely tasting her clit. Now he pressed hard against her, spreading her pussy ruthlessly with long, hard licks using the flat of his tongue.

Kaylee cried out but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. He had her pinned down, trapped by his massive strength as well as her own pleasure. Her hands, which had been fisted at her side, crept forward but not to push him away. Instead, to her chagrin, she found she had somehow tangled her fingers in his wild, thick hair and was pulling him closer, riding his face shamelessly as he licked and sucked the tender bundle of nerves at her center until she moaned and begged for more.

“Solar,” she cried as she felt his tongue thrust inside her. “Oh Goddess, Solar…please…
yes.”

Her pleading cries and the helpless way she was bucking up to meet his tongue seemed to please him. With a low growl, he redoubled his efforts, pressing even deeper inside her, thrusting with his tongue as though he wished it was his cock inside her instead, as though he was trying to reach her very soul.

Kaylee could feel the intense sensations building to a peak. The forbidden pleasure of his hot mouth on her sensitive pussy and his tongue thrusting inside her coupled with the knowledge that she was helpless to stop him was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Soon she was going to come—come with her escaped slave’s tongue buried deep in her pussy—and there was nothing she could do about it. Nothing she
wanted
to do about it but let the pleasure take her.

And then, just as she was almost at the peak, he stopped.

“What…what are you doing?” she gasped, clearly disappointed when Solar pulled away. “Why…why did you stop?”

* * *

Yes, why did you stop?
whispered a little voice in his head.

Deep down, he knew the answer. He hadn’t let her finish because if he didn’t stop now, he wouldn’t be
able
to stop. If he felt her coming against his tongue, if he tasted her fresh wetness and heard her soft cries as she quivered and trembled against him, he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from fucking her. From taking her. And that was too fucking dangerous.

Though they were against bonding with females, Havoc males
did
bond on occasion. It most often happened when there was a genuine connection between the Havoc and a willing female. In such a case, if seed was spilled inside the female with no barrier between them, bonding was likely to take place.

Solar told himself he couldn’t risk that. He had none of the clear sheathes he usually took with him when he visited a female to keep his seed from getting in her and he felt too much for his ‘mistress’ already as it was.

Why he should feel for her he didn’t know. By rights he should hate her. She’d bought him and brought him here to be tortured and used. But he had to admit that most of the torture—what came from the pain collar anyway—was Lyra’s doing. Kaylee seemed mostly harmless. Almost innocent, truth be told. She was simply curious about him, curious and uncertain because he was male and she’d never had any contact with the opposite sex before. Her innocence and the soft, gentle way she’d explored his body had somehow captured him—and made him wish to return the favor.

Which you’ve already done,
a stern voice in his head whispered.
And now it’s time to go. That fucking sadist Lyra could be calling the peace keepers or the escaped slave patrols right now for all you know.

Solar knew it was true but he didn't want to leave. Nevertheless, he couldn’t ignore the voice of logic. Rising, he stepped away from the table where Kaylee was still spread open like a lush feast for all his senses.

“Why?” she whispered again, making him realize he’d never answered her question. "Why did you stop?"

He grinned rakishly, hiding his true self behind a mask.

“You’ll never know, sweetheart. Now it’s time for me to leave.”

He turned to look for the discarded leather trousers—they were much too tight but he would be less conspicuous in them than he would be running around completely nude—when her voice called him back.

“I’ll tell you,” she said, so softly he almost didn’t hear her.

“Tell me what?” He turned back, unable to ignore her even though the voice in his head was shouting it was past time to be gone.

“I’ll tell you why I did what I did. Why I…why I tried to…to put you inside me.” She was sitting up, her knees pulled together though her feet were still propped in the black leather stirrups. Though he didn’t want to be, Solar found himself drawn to her.

“Why then?” he asked, coming to stand before her again.

“I…I found some vids…in my aunt’s things.” She took a deep breath. “I didn’t grow up like this, you know. This whole lifestyle…” she waved her hand, indicating the decadent torture dungeon and the immense wealth that went with it. “This wasn’t how I was raised. I was a shop girl in a little town on the other side of the planet.”

“So you weren’t born in Opulex?”

“Far from it. My home town of Tulga is about as different from the capital city as it’s possible to get.” She sighed. “I worked in a shop, like I said, and I lived with my mom. Then about a year or so ago she died.”

“I’m sorry,” Solar said gruffly. “I lost my own parent as well. My sire.”

“That’s right—you’re raised by your fathers as we are raised by our mothers.” Kaylee sounded thoughtful. “Did you ever wonder if you missed something—not having a mother?”