[The Onic Empire 03] - Sinful Harvest (9 page)

“Judging by your expression, I’d say the answer was no.” How could he expect her to do that? It was bad enough she’d allowed him to do such a perversion to her, but how could she do the same? With a quick glance down, she wondered how such a thing was even possible. His penis was large. Trying to wrap her lips around his throbbing shaft would be impossible.

“You needn’t look so terrified. I promise, it won’t hurt either of us.” He smiled, then grasped her shoulders in his strong hands. Ever so carefully, he lowered her to her knees. He wasn’t forcing her so much as guiding her, but Ariss felt powerless to resist.

A new kind of awareness flooded her. Trepidation, because she’d never done what he suggested, but she was terrified she’d do it wrong and possibly hurt him, which she was loath to do. Moreover, a simple curiosity to try what she’d always been told was disgusting, amoral, licentious behavior only added to her conflicted feelings. All those wicked admonishments only compelled her to want to wrap her lips around his cock just as much as they made her want to turn away.

Between their bodies, his penis was what made him utterly different from her. She could not describe the rapture she’d felt when he placed his mouth upon her sex. She wanted to give him the same pleasure. Undoubtedly, many women had done
this for him, so the sensation would not be a novel one for him, but she would take him into her mouth just to watch his face and see if her ministrations affected him the same way his did her.

Casting her gaze up the length of his massive frame, fully aware of her bound arms behind her, she considered how strangely sinister his shaft seemed from her position. Kerrick was enormous, a wall of muscle looming above her. His cock was so hard that each beat of his heart caused the heavy shaft to twitch slightly. Darker blond stubble grew along the heavy skin that cradled his balls, lightening as it dusted his groin, then lightening even more down the length of his legs.

Trailing her gaze up to his face, her heart skipped a beat when she saw the intensity of his expression. Suddenly, she felt awkward, ashamed, but terribly aroused. Kneeling below him, she felt so small and innocent, a wayward woman brought to his feet in payment for some unknown crime. Towering above her, he was a symbol of lust and knowledge, a wicked master ready to extract punishment for her wrongdoings. What if he demanded more than she could possibly give, or worse, laughed at her feeble attempts to please him?

After a fortifying breath, she whispered, “How do I start?”

Something shifted in the confidence of his gaze, something that opened up just the tiniest sliver of vulnerability. “Start slowly.” He stepped forward, bringing his penis close to her lips without forcing her. She would have to bridge the distance between them and show him that she was willingly his servant.

Ariss angled up on her knees and kissed the darkened tip of his cock. Immediately, she drew back and looked up at him. He stood mindfully still, his face lowered to watch her without mocking or mastery. If anything, his face betrayed the depth of his anticipation. And then she knew what other dreams he’d had. Not just dreams of her watching him tease himself, but of
watching her performing this very act. She knew when she glanced into his feverishly bright eyes that never left her face.

Emboldened by this knowledge, Ariss moved forward and placed an open-mouth kiss upon his cock, giving him just a taste of how hot and wet the inside of her mouth was. She doubted he’d ever held so statue-still in his life, almost as if he thought if he moved, she would stop. Ever so slowly, she parted her lips wider and drew him within the hot hollow of her mouth.

His nostrils flared as he drew in a deep breath and whisper-hissed a vulgar word.

Coyly, she pulled back, making her eyes innocent. “Am I hurting you?” She knew she wasn’t, but she wanted to understand his reaction, for surely, this wasn’t his first time.

“Gods, no.” He breathed the words out. “It’s never been like this.” He shook his head, causing the light to scatter beautifully in his short-shorn hair. “With you, everything is different, more intense.” He seemed genuinely shocked by his reaction, which pleased her immensely, and gave her the confidence to continue.

Playfully, she lifted his penis with her nose, sliding it down until again she held him balanced at the entrance of her mouth. If he didn’t breathe soon, she feared he would pass out. When she parted her lips in a kiss to his tip, he gulped a breath and held it. As she slid her lips down his shaft, he gulped more air, then released his breath in short, panting bursts.

So entranced was she by his reaction that she suddenly realized how unique was the texture of him—soft skin over hardened flesh. Not too hard, more like a new sponge wrapped in velvet. And so alive. The deeper she took him, the more she felt the pulse of his body, the need rising up within him, their combined attention on this singular bit of his body only intensified the tactile sensations. What she’d always been told was a repulsive act was beautiful in the trust he granted. He didn’t force
her to pleasure him; he trusted her enough to let her hold between her teeth the most fragile, vulnerable part of him.

When she looked up, she caught his gaze, shuttered under his lashes to hide a defenselessness that almost brought tears to her eyes. He would never admit the truth, but Kerrick needed this. It wasn’t about lust so much as it was a show of trust on his part and a show of acceptance on hers. He wanted to make her a bad girl, not because she wanted him to, but because he desperately longed to corrupt her. Something about her innocence sparked a craving in him that she only now began to understand. Just as she let him bind her, he let her command him, for if there were power in either of their positions, that power belonged to her, even though she was on her knees. With one bite, she could emasculate him. However, that was something she would never do, not when she had taken such pleasure with him.

Carefully, she took him deeper and sucked gently, just enough to cause tension against his already taut skin. She had to angle her head far back to avoid scraping her teeth along him, which also brought her face directly into the light and his gaze. He reached out and cupped her cheek, teasing his fingers along the shape of her lips wrapped around him.

Without words, he begged her to hold still so that he could slowly thrust into and out of her mouth. While he moved skillfully, letting her feel pulsing power against her lips, she also felt tension coiling tighter and more powerfully in his muscles. Drops of moisture fell against the back of her tongue, salty and luscious, unlike any flavor she’d ever tasted.

Greedily, she sucked harder, wanting more, longing to feel him lose his valiant struggle and explode within her. To taste him, to feel that shock of his flesh rhythmically pumping caused her to clench her thighs so tightly together that she climaxed in a sudden shocking burst.

Tremors caused her to release him with a gasp.

Kerrick realized what had happened and lifted her up into his arms. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” When she did, he plunged into her still-quivering passage.

Another orgasm trembled through her, clenching her around him as she held still in his arms, breathless and overwhelmed that she could do nothing, not even hold on as her arms were still bound behind her.

Three strides and Kerrick had her pinned to the wall. Balanced there, her hands finding some purchase on the rough-textured stone, he thrust into her so deeply she cried out. Pleasure and pain held her in thrall, freezing her tongue from saying she wanted more or begging him to stop.

Murmuring her name, he slid his arms against hers, clasping her bound hands with his, holding her steady against the wall and the power of his body. Now his arms cushioned hers from the unforgiving hardness of the rock. Kerrick surrounded her and within the comforting barricade of his flesh, she was safe.

“Such passion in your mouth, such pleasure from your lips.” Tentatively, he kissed her, so lightly did he press his mouth to hers she scarce felt him.

“I wanted to taste all of you,” she whispered.

Groaning, he kissed her harder, but still with erotically light pressure. He did not move the rest of his body, only his mouth made delicate love to her. Worshipfully, he kissed her, as if her mouth were the altar and he was a plaintive priest seeking absolution. Hesitantly, he stroked his tongue to hers, as if asking permission, which she granted by sucking softly to bring their mouths closer together. All the while below, buried inside, she clutched at his shaft, squeezing him as he held her prisoner in his arms.

“Ariss.” Her name was a whisper-hiss against her mouth, a curse and a prayer all at once.

Without thinking, she asked, “How could anyone call this sinful?”

Kerrick leaned back, a frown furrowing his brow. “This is not a sin,
tanata,
and anyone who claims that it is must be doing it wrong.” He pressed his forehead to hers and peered right into her eyes. “This with you is nothing short of divine.”

Blasphemous words that would send her mother into a faint, but they lifted Ariss up. She would use them as a mantra to wipe away the shame her parents had tried so desperately to instill in her.

With his arms holding her securely, he kept his forehead to hers as he rolled his hips, circling his shaft within. Each pass rubbed his stubble across her clit, bringing her back to the edge of climax. All the while he held her gaze, determined that she would not close her eyes and hide away this time. Not that she wanted to. The intensity of his gaze added another layer of intimacy to their act, one that was both fantastic and frightening.

“Ariss, it is not enough to have you only once each cycle,” he whispered, as if he feared someone listening in. For the first time, she considered the room. Round with impossibly tall ceilings that faded into shadows while a cone of black hung from the center with lighting crystals adorning the edge. What hid in the shadows above them? Before she could ask, Kerrick insisted, “We must find a way to meet outside of here.”

A new surge of pleasure tightened her passage. To meet him somewhere, furtively, hands seeking, mouths working, his cock so hot and hard and plunging into her slick passage … another climax rocked her, compelling his, causing him to capture her mouth and kiss her as deeply as he buried his cock within her sex. Liquid flowed inside her and now she knew it was too late. She couldn’t turn back from her plan. If she told him, he would never forgive her. For surely, the fact that he willingly filled her with his seed meant that he didn’t know the truth of her duty.

K
errick refused to let Ariss go. Behind him, he heard a soft
snick
and knew the exit had been unlocked. Once they mated, they were free to go, but he didn’t want to leave. Not yet. Not when he wanted to do so many other things with the beautiful woman in his arms. Once his
paratanist
told him he would mate with her tonight, he’d carefully planned everything he intended to do; however, once he’d laid eyes on Ariss, all his plans crumbled to dust. Suddenly, everything wasn’t about his need to climax. One whiff of her scent caused him to focus everything on her.

Things he’d only questioned before he now knew with certainty. She was an innocent. He knew that deep down to the wicked part of his heart. She came to him this time perfectly clean of all other essences, so hers shone through. Her scent was shy, pure, and untried, but hidden below it all was the faintest note of yearning. Whether she knew it or not, Ariss wanted what he offered. Deep inside she craved what he could give her. Once she accepted all of herself, she wouldn’t be a bad girl so much as she would be a dangerous woman. A woman
who knew her wants and wasn’t afraid to achieve them was truly powerful. He didn’t understand why, but he wanted to be the one to peel back the layers and transform her into the woman she was meant to be.

Teasing his wanton words over her sensitive skin had driven him wild with desire. Telling her the truth of his darkest wish, to turn her into a bad girl, was almost his undoing. So prim, so proper, so unlike the women he routinely seduced, she ensnared him without even knowing. But then to have her bound, on her knees, his cock held between her luscious lips … Just thinking of it caused him to shudder and twitch within her silky passage.

She moaned and nestled her head tighter in the hollow of his neck and shoulder.

All he could hope now was that he hadn’t pushed her too far too fast. He’d wanted her to test her perceived limits, to see for herself that a lifetime of indoctrination was wrong. Sex wasn’t evil, or dirty, or shameful, or any of the other condemning words the zealous believers used. Kerrick remembered well how those in Cheon had viewed his lustful ways. They called him hurtful, hateful names that he’d decided to live up to. He became exactly what they said he was. Only much later had he learned there wasn’t anything wrong with his behavior. He never forced a woman, and he never lied to them about his intentions. They flocked to him because of the air of danger he possessed, but also they knew, upfront, what kind of man he was.

Kerrick imagined Ariss had suffered under similar misguided fools. Only when he’d gone beyond the small-minded world of his village and out into the immense universe had he realized how backward his home planet was. Out in the vastness there were entire worlds devoted to pleasure and races of beings that prized the expression of love above all else. Diolans used the derogatory
barsitas
to describe people from another planet, but Kerrick called them by their proper names: Cuearcian, Tandthian,
Tapringinan, Vernamian. They would look upon the Harvest prophecy as the quaint ramblings of ancient fools looking to control their people. If not for Diola’s strange abhorrence of technology, the ancient ways would have died long ago. But here, everything moved at such a slow pace, even change had been frozen in its tracks.

“You can put me down,” Ariss whispered against his neck, shifting uncomfortably in his arms. He feared that if he did, she would run for the door. Of course, if he kept her bound, she wouldn’t be able to run anywhere …

Kerrick cradled her in his arms as he carried her to the bed. Once there, he lowered her to the edge, placing himself on his knees. She’d had her arms bound behind her for a long time, but he wasn’t quite ready to release her. He couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing her again for another cycle. Not if he had to slave away in the training room and suffer the snickers of the other recruits. If only he could find solace in her arms each night, he thought he could bear anything.

“Will you meet me?” He spoke softly, right to her ear, leaning over on the pretext of untying her hands. He didn’t know if anyone listened to them, but he suspected they might. How else would they know when to unlock the door?

“Kerrick,” she began, but stopped. She waited for a long time, her panting breath hot against his ear. “Untie me first.”

“Please,” he begged. “Ariss, we must find a way.”

Weakly, she nodded. When he freed her arms, she wrapped them around his neck, holding on as if she thought this time
he
would run away.

Damn the rules. He wasn’t going to leave until they came and tore him from her. Gently, he maneuvered their bodies on the bed until they lay entwined. Ariss clung to him so tightly that he realized she truly was afraid to let go.

“Tell me,” he asked softly, nuzzling the sensitive space between her neck and shoulder.

“I don’t want to leave.” Her voice was almost a sob as she tightened her arms around him, clinging with a desperation that touched him deeply.

“Me either.” He breathed a soft sigh onto her skin. “I think as long as we’re mating, so to speak, they will leave us alone.”

At this, she pulled back and considered his face. “You’re not angry about being forced to copulate with me?”

“Copulate?” He laughed. “There’s a word I don’t often hear.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “No one is forcing me to do anything. I want to copulate with you.” Their first night together he had suspected his
paratanist
had drugged him to find Ariss irresistible, but he didn’t believe that now. All by herself, Ariss compelled him. Nothing he or anyone else did would change that.

“Fornicate?” she asked playfully.

“Closer. Try”—he came very close and whispered to her lips—“fuck.”

She laughed. “Fuck.” As she said the word, she blushed. “You’ll make me a bad girl yet.”

“It’s going to be a difficult challenge, but one I am uniquely suited for.” Again, he drew near to her mouth and said, “Fuck just sounds hard and nasty, doesn’t it?” He knew how to swear in a hundred languages, but that particular word always excited him. Just hearing her say it caused his erection to return.

Nodding, she trailed her fingertips over his face, then down his chest. “Cock,” she said, grabbing a handful.

This time he laughed. “Another hard and nasty word.” He placed his hand upon her mound and said, “Cunt.”

She winced. “That word is so vulgar.”

“Is it?” he asked, teasing his finger between slick folds. “What word would you prefer?”

Playfully, she squeezed his shaft, and said, “Give me some choices.”

He gave her several, and each time he named another word to describe the enchanted place between her lovely legs, he plunged his finger deep inside her beautiful cunt. He was just getting to the Cuearcian terms when she clutched his shaft a little too hard. He cautioned her, but knew he would never be able to concentrate with her fondling him, so he had her lift her hands above her head, letting him continue his recitation of terms while finger-fucking her into a frenzy.

“That’s it, lovely Ariss. Lie back and let me tell you more luscious words to describe this glorious place.” Now he slipped another finger inside her, which she acknowledged with a deep moan and the rolling of her hips. The closer he pushed her to the edge, the more she moved, wild and wanton and desperately craving the culmination. Just as she came close, he pulled her back.

“Kerrick, please, this tension, this tightening, I can’t bear it.” Her breath was harsh, gasping, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, but she was not where he wanted her, not yet.

“But you will bear it. You’ll lie there and take everything I have to give.” His words were harsh, but his voice was softly threatening, whispered right to her ear. “Now, repeat after me.”

Each time he said a vulgar word, she repeated it, then he would thrust his fingers deep and rub his thumb across her now hard and greedy little clit.

“That’s it, Ariss, what an excellent bad girl you are.”

Her whimper surged desire straight to his cock. He’d wanted to watch her climax, but he couldn’t hold back his own burning needs. All this talk of naming her sex had him dying to feel her slick cunt wrapped around his cock.

When he pulled his hand away, she grabbed for his wrist, begging him not to stop, not now when she was so close. And there, just briefly, was a flicker of anger in her gaze. Perhaps some day, when she was more secure, she wouldn’t beg but demand
he finish. That day was not today, but it wasn’t far off, either. Still, he should take advantage of his power position while he could.

“I’m not going to stop.” He lifted her up, placing her on her knees. “I’m just going to do more.”

Balanced on her hands and knees, Ariss turned her head to look back at him. Her cool gray eyes were smoldering like coals ready to spring to life. Her mouth was parted prettily, almost begging him to again thrust his prick between those sultry lips. As much as he wanted to, there was something more profoundly erotic he wanted to show her.

With a wicked smirk, he parted her cheeks.

Her eyes went wide and her lips drew apart in denial as she tried to move forward. However, his hands were strong and gripped her buttocks firmly. Without a word, he lowered his face and placed his tongue against the puckered skin between her cheeks.

Her reaction was a surprised sound followed by a long drawn-out moan of pleasure. Carefully, he teased his tongue around the delicate skin, reveling in the way she now tilted her hips, lifting her bottom, encouraging him to continue. Gods, she had a beautiful ass. High molded cheeks, smooth skin over taut muscles, and tiny, almost imperceptible dimples on either side.

“Do you like this?” he asked, making sure to ask the question so that his breath moved across her now fully awakened flesh.

“Yes.” Wonder made her voice soft.

Kerrick had never known of this particular activity until a woman on Tapring had done it to him. His shock and disgust had fallen away when he realized how sensitive the skin there was, and how astonishingly good teasing that responsive flesh felt. The woman had opened his mind to a whole new range of sensual bliss that he now wanted to share with Ariss.

He knew she was ready for more when her whimpers deepened, and she clutched the silken bedclothes in her fists. Ker-rick kissed his way up her back until his cock pressed against her now-dripping cunt. So excited had he become he knew it wouldn’t take long for him to climax. He didn’t want to go too fast, so he didn’t enter her, he just held steady at her passage while he teased his finger to her bottom.

“Do you want me to put it in you?” he asked playfully, knowing she wouldn’t know if he was talking about his cock or his finger.

After a brief hesitation, she whispered, “Yes, put it in me.”

Slowly, he slid his finger inside that tight channel, causing her to arch back in welcome. Her fearless response, her stunned willingness to try, amazed him. He longed to give her even more. Holding steady with his cock to her passage, he slipped his other hand around her hip to smooth his fingers over her clit. Ariss bucked her hips up and down, riding the alternate motions of his fingers.

Kerrick watched her hands grasping and releasing fistfuls of the bedclothes, signaling her pleasure and a clear desire for more.

“Are you a good student, Ariss?”

She nodded her head in time with the movements of her body, never missing a beat of the erotic dance she performed with his hands. At that moment, he wanted a mirror on the wall so that he could see her movements from the side. She must look spectacular with her body making sinuous waves, and her black tresses obscuring, then revealing her face. He could just picture her expression: her lips pursed, her eyes closed, and then her lips parting to emit tremulous moans of hunger.

“Tell me the dirty words you learned today.”

Softly at first, she named them in whispers, but as he continued to torment her, her voice grew in volume until she chanted them proudly and almost musically. Then her tone took a
darker edge as she hissed the words between clenched teeth. The words enveloped him, compelling him to the point he couldn’t stand anymore. Without warning, he plunged his cock deep into her. He’d never heard a sweeter sound than Ariss’ bellow of acceptance. The walls of her passage clutched him, the temperature blazing around his shaft. So snuggly did she grip, he wasn’t able to thrust for a moment. She captured him and held him, possessing him and showing him that, yet again, he did not have total mastery over her. Pleased by her swift progress, he altered the stroke of his fingers, forcing her to shift her rhythm, which allowed him to thrust deeply in time to her uplifting bottom.

Together, they created a new pace. Each time she rose up, presenting her bottom to him, she would groan a sultry chant of encouragement. Each time he plunged deep, ramming his cock fully into her, he would growl an animalistic snarl of possession. Moving as one, they reached closer to the edge. When he fell over, climaxing and thrusting out of sync, she too succumbed, tumbling down into bliss as she lost her strength and collapsed on the bed.

Before they could even recover, four guards entered, yanked Kerrick to his feet, tossed his robe over him, and hauled him away. The last he saw of Ariss was her reaching out to him. And damn it to the nothingness, but he forgot to ask her what a ker-rick was.